Twisted Up by Lissa Matthews Page A

aggressive and a little tenser. But he was wicked smart in a real world kind of way, worked hard for everything and gave still more to his friends, and he had a strong moral compass when it came to the heart. He wanted love and wanted to give love, but knew that it took a lot more than the words to make it work. Not to mention his open-minded sexual desires, which if someone were to look too closely at, might think he had no moral center at all. She knew differently.
    She was open-minded too, loved the things they’d done together, but she was a little more reserved and he delighted in breaking through those reserves. Truth be told, she delighted in the breaking in and breaking through as well.
    “Ouch!” She nearly came off the swing and his lap as pain exploded through her nipple from where he was pinching.
    “You drifted, and I wanted you back.”
    “So you pinched me hard enough to…to…” She couldn’t finish the sentence as she laid her head back down and tried to get her breathing under control.
    “No, sit up and scoot your ass in my lap.” He still held her nipple, though very gently, and she sat and moved so she was sitting sideways in his lap. “Good girl,” he whispered as he nuzzled her neck before lifting her breast in his palm and sucking the tip between his lips.
    Ella moaned and melted against the arm that was braced at her back. Liquid heat slid through her body as he pulled and tugged and nibbled, soothing the previous soreness into tender, insistent pleasure. She could do little more than recline into his body and accept his touch.
    Her eyes were closed when he lifted his head. The hand holding her breast drifted down to her mound, then he sank his fingers into her wet sex. There was no coaxing, no teasing, no gentle urging. He simply thrust them upward, burying them deep. She wore no underwear and no bra under his T-shirt. She hadn’t needed to. She hadn’t wanted to. Her outer thigh, the one closest to the edge of the swing, moved, almost of its own accord, giving him more access to her folds. His thumb, instead of rasping against her nipple, pressed and rasped against her clit. The arm at her back shifted her slightly until Justin could lower his head to her other breast, latching onto the nipple.
    More pleasure spiked through her and flowed down from her chest, into her belly. His fondling was erratic, slow and steady in and out, followed by hard and heavy thrusting, then sliding from inside to rub from her clit down to her opening and back again. And she lay there, basking in the attention from his mouth and his hand, her eyes staring upward at the sky.
    “Don’t wander from me again, Ella,” he murmured against her. “Stay with me, feel it, feel me.”
    But she was with him, she was just floating, or at least it felt like floating. Something about the big Texas sky and the warm air brushing her skin mixed with the very real human touch of Justin and she was there with him, only…
    His fingers slid back into her, forcing her complete attention. “Look at me.” His gaze clashed with hers as he pumped his hand between her legs. “What were you thinking about?”
    “Nothing… I… Floating. Overwhelmed with it. So perfect.”
    “I’ll give you overwhelmed in a bit, baby. I promise. This is nothing compared to what’s coming, but just stay with me. You can float later.” He kissed the tip of her nose. “Now look, watch my hand.”
    Slowly, as if it took a moment for the words to sink in, she turned her head and looked. His hand was moving, fingers fucking inside her, thumb flicking the end of her clit, time and again. She spread her leg wider, tried to get a better look, tried to see more for now she was lost in this, in the visual of what he was doing, not just the feel.
    And then he curled his fingers up, hooked them against the front wall of her pussy and moved his thumb, pushing the heel of his hand against her clit. He rocked her like that until she started to move on her