Low Sided by A.J. Downey (best detective novels of all time txt) 📕

just couldn’t keep my hands off of her. She was so sweet, so perfect, so supple and soft beneath my hands and the way she became yielding under my touch?

Goddamn, she made me feel like some sort of virile sex god and I couldn’t keep my hands off of her, my lips off of her, and God willing, my cock out of her if she’d let me go there tonight.

I helped myself to a handful of each globe of her ass and prized her cheeks apart, thrusting my tongue into her wet and waiting cunt, teasing her opening, and reveling in her scent and her taste.

She cried out, deep and throaty, clutching at the sheets beneath her as I lapped at her slit from behind and tease her forbidden, more sensitive areas with the tip of my tongue.

She panted, and the noises she made just encouraged me.

“Mm, I need to be inside of you, is that alright?” I asked, and she nodded.

“Yes!” she cried in desperation.

I climbed her prone body the same way I’d made my way down, pressing lips against her skin, pressing kiss after kiss, trailing kisses and light nips along her skin and taking pride in the goose flesh that rose in the wake of my attentions.

I kneeled, my knees to either side of her thighs, fisting my cock, stroking myself lazily as she rose her hips off the bed in supplication, in offering. I eyed her glistening opening and lost myself in the vision of her in front of me, the feel of my cock, running myself through my hand for just a moment as I imagined how fucking wet, how tight, and how silky she would feel wrapped around me.

“Mace, please,” she begged, and I smiled.

“I’ve got you, baby. I’ve got you,” I murmured and dropped to one hand that I planted over her shoulder. The other, I used to guide myself to her entrance.

Sliding into her was pure heaven. I mean, there wasn’t anything or anyone like it. I could feel my eyes roll back in my head at the pure nirvana she inspired as I took my hand from between us and palmed her hip, sliding in all the way home.

This position was nice, intense; with her prone and her legs together like she was, she felt tighter somehow, snug around my invading cock as I lay over the top of her.

I had to be careful in this position. Without a pillow under her hips to hold her up for me, it could be all too easy to slip out, and I tell you what… she felt so fucking good, I never wanted to be parted from her again.

“Raven,” I breathed. “God, I’ve missed you.”

She arched beneath me just a little and wiggled her hips just enough that it was everything in me not to explode like some inexperienced teenager.

I choked off a cry and thrust deeper. She made this wonderful, deep, throated gasp that ended on a strangled cry of her own.

I wasn’t about to rush this. Oh, no. This time was meant to go slow; this woman was meant to be savored, and that was what I was going to do.

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Raven…

God, I loved him like this. He pressed me into the bed beneath us and at this angle, he felt like he went impossibly deep. I pressed back onto him and it was everything I could do to keep my hips raised to continue to give him access but this felt so good.

He stroked slow, long, hard, and sure but at this incredibly controlled pace that left me quivering and on the ragged edge. The marvel of it was that he kept me in the pleasure, in the moment, on that precipice. I panted and gasped and just let him ride me because it felt so fucking incredible. So incredible, I didn’t care if I even came as long as he just kept doing this forever.

I gripped the sheets beneath us and eventually, my hips failed me and collapsed to the bed. He slipped out of me and I swore. He chuckled darkly and grabbed a pillow from beside us.

“Hips back up, baby,” he urged and stuffed the pillow beneath my hips, then took another and doubled them up before saying, “Back down, that’s it.”

“Oh, that’s perfect,” I told him as he slid back inside me. God it was, too. The wadded-up pillows giving me just enough support, raising me up at not quite the same angle, but a good angle that felt just a little less good but still phenomenal. I bit my lips together and hummed in appreciation as he slowly took me back up among the stars.

I panted and whined, and he kept his pace steady and moaned his appreciation, the vibration of it through my back making my nipples tighten against the sheets, his thrusting doing magical things not just to my chest, but to my clit which bounced and ground against the pillows, touching off sparks of diamond pointed light, lighting the sparks that would eventually be fanned into roaring flames.

I went up like flash paper, burning into smoldering ash beneath my lover’s touch, shuddering uncontrollably beneath him, listening to him laugh and delight in blasting me apart. He continued to ride me through the tremors, my pussy impossibly slick around him, coating the insides of my thighs, as I whimpered, a spent mess.

“Shhh, that’s it,” he praised and drove deep, a little harder, a little faster, the possessiveness of it a total turn-on as I lay almost limp from my life-shattering orgasm just the moment before.

My breath quickened almost before it even had the chance to recover, and I tightened up around him.

“Oh, God, yeah! That’s it!” His voice was strained, he was close, and God, I wanted him to come inside me. I wanted it so fucking bad.

He tried, he kept at me, fucking me so good, but finally with a frustrated grunt, he pulled out of me and said, “I need