Claire, Angela - Heart of Stone (Siren Publishing Classic) by Angela Claire

room, she was ready to drift off to sleep next to him. And sleep she did, straight through, though he just stayed awake and savored the feel of her next to him until the first rays of sunshine peeked through the closed curtains of the window.
    She stirred, and he placed a light kiss on the top of her head. She opened her eyes with an “mmm” as her leg travelled over his own, discovering he was very much awake. He had been most of the night off and on, though he made no move to do anything about it. She would be sore. He wouldn’t add to her discomfort by taking his selfish pleasure yet again.
    She opened her eyes and smiled sleepily. “I expect I know pretty well what that “F” word means now.” And her hand wandered over to his stiff cock.
    He caught it with a laugh and leaned down to kiss her leisurely. “No, I can’t make love to you again. You’d be too tender.”
    “Sure I can’t make you change your mind?”
    “I’m sure you could. But we shouldn’t.”
    In the light of day, he didn’t know whether that meant “shouldn’t right now” or “shouldn’t ever again.” But he did know he couldn’t bear not to touch her again. As if to reassure himself he could, he palmed one warm, heavy breast. When she arched her back with a purr of contentment, he sidled around so she lay on her back with him over her. He trailed light kisses down her neck and throat, one of his hands slipping between her legs where she was already liquid and soft for him. He tongued her nipple and relished her soft cries as he made his way farther down her body until he parted her legs and softly kissed her between them. With a start, her eyes flew open, and she looked down in shock.
    “You haven’t heard about this one, then, eh, my little orphan?”
    “No,” she whispered, and lay back with a smile. “But I think I’m going to like it.”
    “I guarantee it, sweetheart.”
    He filled his hands with her supple ass, lifting her to his mouth, and lightly licked her clit. When he had her moaning above him, he slid one hand around to slip a finger into her, mimicking slowly what they had done last night and what he was dying to do again. Without volition, he ground his hard cock into the mattress rhythmically as he kissed and licked and fingered her. She came against his mouth, clutching strands of his hair to hold him closer, panting.
    When he slid up her body, both their bodies were already slick from their exertions. She wound her arms around his neck and pressed even closer. Though he truly thought his cock might explode, he accepted the embrace, savoring the affection it demonstrated.
    “What about you?” she asked shyly.
    “What about me?”
    She glanced down, her hand following her eyes, clasping his unsatisfied cock.
    “I’m fine,” he lied.
    She squeezed, just about causing him to jump out of his skin. “Can I do that for you?”
    “What?” he asked, afraid he knew.
    “I’m sore. I won’t deny it. But couldn’t I at least touch you,” her voice lowered, “kiss you, like you just did for me?”
    “I’d like nothing better, honey. But I don’t know if you’d like it right now. All of this is so new to you. That’s something only the most experienced of, ah, ladies do in bed.”
    Meanwhile, she kept stroking his cock, with his cock participating enthusiastically by thrusting against her palm. If the thing could talk, it’d probably sit up and beg for her to go down on him.
    Melinda scoffed at his explanation. “You’re still stuck on this whore versus saint thing with women, Jake Stone. Don’t make me tell you again that most women are a little of both. I know I am, and more the former than the latter right at this very minute.”
    Her hand still firmly on his cock, she scooted down, crouching a little and presenting him with a fascinating view of her bottom thrust up into the air. When he felt her soft kiss on the head of his cock, her long hair streaming out along his belly, he just about jumped