Page 95 of Last Light

It soon becomes clear he’s carrying me to the bedroom. When he reaches the bed, he lifts me off his shoulder and drops me onto the mattress. I try to squirm away from him, but he won’t let me. He moves over me quickly, straddling my legs with his to hold me in place.

He tickles me—my sides, my armpits, the undersides of my knees, my feet—and I squeal and laugh until I’m almost sobbing. He’s laughing too. Soft and low and uninhibited. Then he turns me over and spanks me a few times. Just light swats of his hand.

He’s still poised over me when he stops. I’m lying on my stomach, my head turned to one side and my cheek pressed against the quilt. He’s straddling the back of my thighs, and now he leans forward until he’s holding himself above me on his forearms. His heavy breathing blows against the back of my neck, fanning the hairs that have slipped out of my braids.

My heart is beating like crazy, but the tenor of my excitement has shifted.

I’m suddenly aware of the weight, the size, the heat, the strength of him behind me.

He shifts his position, and I gasp when I feel a bulge in his jeans pushing against my bottom.

“You wanna?” he murmurs gruffly.

“Yes.” I sound ridiculously breathless. Arousal has tightened almost painfully between my legs. “Yes, please.”

He pushes up enough to grab the waistband of my leggings and peels them off my legs, taking my socks and panties with them. Then he tugs off my T-shirt, and I’m totally naked as he positions me on my hands and knees in front of him.

I look over my shoulder as he takes his shirt and jeans off. He keeps his underwear on as he moves over me again, pressing a kiss against the nape of my neck and then kissing his way down my back. He reaches beneath me with one hand so he can fondle my breasts, and between his mouth and his hand and my helpless position, I’m soon squirming with need.

He raises my hips more and kisses the small of my back, using one hand to feel between my legs. I’ve gotten hot and wet quickly, and he grunts his approval as he slides a finger inside me.

When he withdraws his hand, I assume he’s going to pull down his underwear, but he kisses me again, even lower. The dip just above my bottom. Before I know what’s happening, he lifts my lower body up off the mattress, opening me so he can lick a hard, sloppy line from my clit to my entrance.

I squeal in pleasure and surprise before he lowers me again.

“Like that, don’t you?” There’s a hot smile in his voice.

I look at him over my shoulder as he shucks his underwear. He’s flushed and sexy and tense. “You just surprised me.”

“Uh-huh. That’s all it was.”

“Well, maybe it felt kind of good. But I think you need some more practice. If you want to try it again, I have no objections.”

He gives his soft snort of amusement as he kneels behind me, now totally naked. Without warning, he lifts my lower body and licks me again, this time mouthing me long enough to evoke a long mewling sound.

He puts me back down and pulls apart my ass cheeks so he can line himself up at my entrance. He nudges a few times before he sinks in, and I make a silly moan as he penetrates me with the thick substance of his erection.

“Guess you like that too,” he says between ragged intakes of air.

I can’t even try for teasing sarcasm anymore. My body feels too good, too full, too needy. I press my hot cheek against the quilt and grind my bottom against his pelvis. “Yeah. Oh yeah. I like it.”

He moans as he withdraws and makes another slow thrust.

I gasp and clutch at the covers beneath me.

He thrusts again. And again. Slow. Deep. Torturously good.

It goes on so long and builds up my sensations so much, and I try to smother the loud, agonized sounds I’m making.

Finally I can’t take any more. I beg him hoarsely, “Oh God, Travis, please. Please. I need... Oh God, I need...”

“Tell me what you need.” He’s stopped moving, buried inside me. I can feel the brush of his balls against my sensitized flesh.

“I need it harder. Fast. I need... I need...”

“What do you need, darlin’?”

“I need...”

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