Page 22 of Head Over Wheels

I eased a finger between her legs, gently, carefully, finding her hot and swollen and worthy of my filthiest dreams.

‘Yesssss, you’re so wet,’ I hissed as I let her grind a few times, snagging a nipple and flicking it with my tongue. ‘Gonna make you come hard,’ I promised. ‘But you’ve got to work for it.’

‘You have a big mouth,’ she grunted. ‘Less talking and more doing.’

Stilling her with a tight grip on her hips, I said, ‘Talking and teasing, Folklore. That’s what we do.’

She was frowning, her eyes shining and her chest heaving and maybe she had a point. Maybe we should just fuck and finish, because I was worried I would never forget the way she looked at me just then: wary and vulnerable and a little helpless.

‘That’s what we did online,’ she reminded me, swallowing hard. ‘This is not…’

I tried to pull myself together. This was a fuck to resolve the tension, not the once-in-a-lifetime opportunity to make love to a woman I could never keep. I was just a sucker like that.

‘Okay,’ I said with a firm kiss to her lips. Tipping her off my lap and onto the bed, I dropped down on top of her, my face in her breasts. ‘It’s just a fuck.’

I yanked at my shorts, peeling them off eagerly. Sucking a nipple into my mouth and scraping my tongue around it, I revelled in the sounds she made, the way she clutched my head and dropped her legs open. It was too easy to lose my mind when she smelled like everything I’d ever wanted and the knowledge that I might only get to do this once kept rising in my throat.

‘With some heavy foreplay first,’ I added with a twitch of a smile, pressing kisses down her stomach. ‘We can fuck soon.’ My hand on her knee, the pad of my thumb brushing over the patchwork of puckered scars there, I made progress steadily downwards and my mouth watered. I glanced up for permission, finding her eyes glazed. ‘Entrée first?’

‘Did you just use a stupid food metaphor?’ Her voice wavered and she was breathing hard.

‘Sorry,’ I said, clearing my throat. ‘May I perform oral sex on you?’

‘Fine, you idiot,’ she panted through a laugh, reaching one hand up to the headboard. ‘Do it.’

I gazed at her soft, wet centre and whispered, ‘How the fuck did I deserve this?’ before I took the first, teasing taste that only whetted my appetite for more. She even tasted right and I could have explored that oversensitive, swollen bud and the slick furrows all afternoon.

She whimpered and panted for more and I had to hold her still with a gentle grip on her thigh. With the slightly detached thought that I was the luckiest man in the world, I set to work on her.

Lori

Holy crap, Seb had me so strung out I was about to break. It was supposed to be a quick bang, but instead he had two fingers easing inside me and I was crawling out of my skin with each swipe of his tongue. I was riding the edge and I didn’t want it to end, but at the same time, I was desperate to come.

‘You want to come now or when I fuck you?’ he asked, his voice unexpectedly steady when his words twisted me into a pretzel. I tried to reply, but nothing came out.

He gentled his touch and glanced up at me. ‘Nowandwhen I fuck you?’

I didn’t know how he knew, but he slowed the movement of his fingers to a torturous slide and I was a mess in an instant. I gasped, my grip on the headboard tightening as my vision blurred.

‘I love how close you are, Lore,’ he muttered. ‘You’re like my favourite book. It’s going to be hell to only read you once.’

‘Just… fuck me, Seb,’ I whined.

His head came up and he gave me a slow smile that flared over my skin as his dimples deepened. ‘What was that?’

‘You heard me.’

‘I know,’ he said, his smile growing sheepish. ‘I just… want to hear you say it again. I want to hear you say my name like that again.’ His voice trailed off to gusts of breath and his smile faded and I was trapped and squirming, his gaze so hot and my breath so tight.

Taking a shuddering breath, I gave him what he wanted. ‘Please, Seb.’

The way he groaned and bit his lip and curled his hand around my thigh turned my spine to liquid and I’d never wanted anything more in my life when he shifted over me again, pressing a soft kiss to my mouth.

So much for that quick bang. I was drunk, dazed, in pieces. And that was before he gently grasped the back of my knee, holding me open, and pushed his tip inside me. The pressure washed over me, tight and sharp and perfect as he went deeper until the whole thick length of him was seated.

Incapable of speech, I mumbled something inarticulate and shifted, my fingers digging into his butt.

‘It’s— Wow. Lore— Goood,’ he choked out, panting.

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