Out of the Past by J. R. Roberts Page A

hips.
    â€œYou see this?” she asked. “My husband is paying a lot of money for this—and he’s not allowed to touch.”
    Clint eyed her firm breasts, slender waist, long legs and the bush between her legs and said, “A fool and his money . . .”
    If Olivia Cameron was disappointed with Clint’s performance, she was making too much noise to notice.
    Clint shucked his clothes quickly and took the woman to bed, determined to make sure she had a time to remember. Also, he apparently had a reputation with the ladies in San Francisco to live up to.
    Most of all he wondered if Olivia would go home and tell her husband all about her afternoon.
    Normally, Clint would have turned her advance down. She was prideful, and she was married, two things he did not like in a woman. But even though he was doing this to get to her husband, there was no harm in enjoying a beautiful woman.
    Holding her in bed, he realized she had quite a beautiful mouth. Her upper lip was almost as full as the lower, and when he kissed her it was a wonderful experience. She moaned deep in her throat, slid her hands down his body until she had hold of his erection.
    â€œOh, God, yes,” she said, sliding her mouth from his, “I want to get a close look at you.”
    â€œNot yet,” he whispered, “first I get to look at you . . . and touch you.”
    He kissed her neck, slid his hand over one breast, then the other before leaning down to kiss them. Her skin was pale and smooth, her nipples dark brown. He took one in his mouth, rolled it around with his tongue while he slid his hand down to her moist pussy. He used a finger to part the slick lips and then slid the tip of his finger up and down, making her moan and move her legs. He bit her nipple, then moved to the other one and spent some time there before moving his mouth down, working his way along her body. He tickled her belly button with the tip of his tongue, kissed her belly, moved down farther and nuzzled her pubic bush with his nose. The scent of her wetness was heady and he delved in with his tongue until he could taste her. Her body jerked and she cried out when the tip of his tongue found her clit. He slid his hands beneath her to cup her buttocks and lift her off the bed. This gave him a better angle to work on her pussy with his mouth and tongue until she was writhing on the bed, banging her fists on the mattress, tossing her head from side to side crying out, “That’s it! That’s it! That’s what I’ve been missing . . .”
    Moments later she was sitting on the bed with her knees pulled up to her chest, catching her breath.
    â€œFinally,” she said, “a man who knows how to touch a woman.”
    â€œI’m sorry you’ve had to wait so long,” he said, sitting across from her.
    â€œSo am I,” she said. “Jesus.” She touched her left breast. “I thought I was going to have a heart attack. I mean, so much pleasure after waiting so long.”
    She stretched her legs out then, put her hands behind her and leaned back. This position thrusted her breasts out and he could see that her dark nipples were still hard. He could also still smell her. The scent of her excitement permeated the room.
    â€œNow,” she said, eyeing him up and down, “it’s my turn . . .”
    â€œMe?”
    She quickly got to her knees, put her hands against his chest and pushed him over backward until he was lying on his back with his head at the foot of the bed.
    She got down between his spread legs and took his hard dick in her hands. She licked the underside of it, stopping just beneath the head when he jerked. She began to suck just the head of his cock, while continuing to flick that sensitive spot with the tip of her tongue.
    â€œYou are the prettiest man . . .” she cooed. She slid one hand down to cup his testicles and then took the length of him inside her hot mouth. She held him there