Page 64 of Last Light

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“You wanna?” His breathing has accelerated. I can hear it very clearly.

I slide my hand up to his jaw, feeling the rough bristles against my palm. The sensation triggers something deep, raw. “Yes. I want to.”

I’ve been thinking maybe he’ll take it slow after he discovered that last night was my first time. I thought maybe he’d be a bit cautious.

He’s not.

He reaches out and hefts me up, so I have to cling to his neck. My legs wrap around his waist as he carries me over to the old bed.

The mattress is thin and doesn’t smell very good.

I couldn’t care less about that.

He places me on the bed and peels off my jeans, taking my panties and my shoes at the same time. While he does that, I pull off my top and toss it on the floor.

He shucks his own clothes in no time, and then he’s climbing on top of me, kissing his way from my throat to my breasts. I squirm as he works on one nipple and then the other, and I hook one leg around his middle, digging my heel into his bare ass.

I’m hot and throbbing and frantic for him even though we’ve barely started.

I can’t see him very well in the flickering light, but I somehow know he feels the same way. His hands and mouth are greedy, sloppy. His erection keeps pressing into the inside of my leg.

I’m clawing at his back, his ass, his thighs. Any part of him I can reach.

He teases my breasts for a minute until he loses patience. Then he adjusts enough to fit two fingers inside me. I’m wet, and my inner muscles clamp down eagerly around the penetration.

“Oh fuck, Layne.” His voice is muffled by my neck. He’s sucking a hickey into my skin. “You’re the hottest little thing I ever felt.”

My whole body pulses with pleasure at the compliment. I arch and mew and try to ride his fingers.

He starts to move them. Fucks me with them. Hard and rough. Then he lowers his face and tugs at my nipple with his teeth.

I sob with pleasure and then keep sobbing as the pleasure keeps coming.

He’s murmuring out gruff encouragement as I ride out my orgasm. “That’s right. Real good. Come for me just like that.”

I’m gasping when I finally start to relax. He pulls his fingers out of my body, and I whimper when I see in the dim light that he’s sliding them into his mouth and sucking them clean.

He sees me watching and gives me a little smile. “That feel good to you?”

I giggle. “Surely you could see that it did.”

“Thought so. Just checkin’. Didn’t think I’d be able to make you come real hard like that.”

My smile fades slightly. “Why not? Didn’t you think I could be sexy?”

“Course I did. I meant I didn’t think you’d wantmeto make you come like that. Just thought you’d want a different sort of man.”

I’m not sure what to say to that.

The truth is he’s absolutely right.

Never in my wildest dreams would I have imagined being attracted to a man like Travis. Much less letting him touch me, fuck me, make me come the way he just did.

I can see he’s waiting for a response, so I give him one. “Well, I don’t know about all that. All I know is that right now I really wantyou.”

“Good enough.” He moves up onto his knees, and I think he’s going to lift my hips and fuck me the way he did yesterday. But then he says, “Why don’tcha turn over on your hands and knees? Try somethin’ new.”

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