Young, Allyson - Broken [Running to Love 2] (Siren Publishing Allure) Read Online Free

fought against the tingling and ache between her legs, feeling such moisture gather there. She was mortified, for it felt like her curse had arrived and was dampening her thighs. Tabitha reached, unthinking, between her legs.
    “Stop. You are not to touch yourself unless I tell you to.” Kyle’s tone was again dark and inflexible.
    “I didn’t mean to. What do you mean touch myself?” Tabitha blurted.
    Kyle’s face softened. “What was it you were going to do?”
    Her face flamed. “I felt some, some wet, I thought…” Her voice trailed off.
    Kyle placed both hands on either side of her face and passed his mouth across hers. “That moisture is the juice of your arousal.”
    Tabitha closed her eyes in humiliation. She was totally, absolutely stupid. God, she needed to run, get away from him, from herself. His hands were so gentle. She had a fleeting memory of her grandmother’s kind hands. She was twenty-six years old for Christ’s sake and as lost as a newborn babe.
    Kyle pushed the issue, “Do you touch yourself between your legs for pleasure, love?” he asked gently.
    Tabitha didn’t recognize herself. She was hugely embarrassed and yet sought to explain, to tell him the truth, hold nothing back. “No. Sometimes I wake and my hands are there, but…”

    * * * *

    Kyle was overwhelmed. Tabitha had come to him frigid in every sense, and he now had the marvellous opportunity to unlock her. That initial kiss, although impulsive, had totally been the right thing to do. He would come to find out what or who had made her so disconnected from her sexuality, but in the meantime, he was going to push her even more and introduce her to orgasm. She wasn’t leaving tonight no matter if she asked. He would distract her with pleasure.
    “Take your hair down, Tabitha.” Kyle watched, spellbound, as her black hair spilled over her shoulders. She looked absolutely beautiful.
    “Lie back on the bed, Tabitha, with your knees at the edge of the mattress, feet toward the floor.”
    Tabitha obeyed him. Kyle knew that his voice seduced her brain and that she was moving as in a trance, mindless and heavy limbed. The bed was high, and she had to take a little hop. Her breasts bounced, and Kyle drew a quick intake of breath as he saw them do so. Kyle wanted to touch those mounds and feast on her nipples, pinch and twist them, even clamp them, but he wanted even more to pull an orgasm from Tabitha then soothe her and have her drift into sleep. He would awaken her shortly thereafter, of course, for more instruction, but her sense of panic would be diminished, and she wouldn’t ask to leave. He found that he was desperate that she would not. Tabitha had bewitched him.
    Kyle pulled a small padded stool from under the bed and set it between Tabitha’s feet. He shrugged out of his shirt, toed his shoes off, but didn’t waste any time with the rest of his clothes. He knelt on the stool and used his shoulders to push Tabitha’s thighs apart. She struggled against him, and he held her against the mattress firmly by her hips.
    “Be still,” he told her. “I won’t hurt you.” He was pleased when she fell back and quit struggling, although her body was still tense.
    Normally, Kyle would have turned up the lighting so he could see Tabitha’s pussy in detail, but he had pushed her hard already. He stroked his hands over her thighs, paying particular attention to the white skin shining like a beacon above her stockings, gentling her, until the tiny shivers subsided. Then he cupped her mound, accustoming her to his touch, waiting patiently for her to assimilate it. As he carefully pulled her folds apart, Tabitha surged to a sitting position, looking at him with wide and terrified eyes.
    “Breathe, Tabitha. I promise I won’t hurt you.”
    She visibly worked at composing herself and swallowed hard. His cock jumped at the movement in her throat. He so wanted to shove himself into her mouth and to the back of her throat and have her