Page 56 of Night in a Waste Land

“Oh,” she breathed out, as his thumbs pressed hard into the twin dimples there.

“Good?” he asked.

“Yeah – yeah, that’s good.”

“Good.” He sounded almost smug, and his thumbs pressed again, and then circled outward in expanding loops, the pressure firm.

Her muscles relaxed – but she could feel her ass and thighs flexing; feel her sex growing tender and wet. Goosebumps broke out across her skin. If he would only go a little lower…

He smoothed his palms down to cover her ass. Cupped it, squeezed it.

Pleasure speared through her, and she opened her legs wider. Fuck it, she thought, let him get as creative as he wanted to.

He didn’t go further, though. Kneaded and shaped her for long moments, alternating firm squeezes with feather-light touches, until she was squirming and grinding against the mattress, seeking friction for her throbbing clit.

“You like this,” he observed.

She was too turned on for a proper retort. Only panted, “Yes,” and ground down hard, wetter, needier.

When he gripped her hips, and urged her up onto her knees, she went gladly, arching her back automatically, seeking more.

“Christ,” he whispered. He petted her hips, her waist, and down her thighs, outside – and finally inside, teasing at her wet sex with only his fingertips when he reached it, before gliding his hands back down again.

“Oh, you’re mean,” she protested, surprised by the quiet laugh that built in her throat. She liked sex – loved it, really – but it hadn’t ever left her laughing before. Not like this.

“Sorry, baby, but I’m about to get even meaner.”

Baby. That was okay. That was – good, even.

She took a quick breath, an unbidden reaction, and he must have heard it, if the tightening of his hands on her waist was any indication. The mattress dipped as he shifted in closer, the sheets rustling. She felt him crowd in behind her, the brush of his thighs against her ass, and she clenched in anticipation.

But he was being mean, he said. Meaner. Teasing, still. She had the sense of his weight covering her; felt the heat of his breath before he kissed her spine. Soft and chaste, but it had her toes curling.

He worked his way up every vertebra, dropping a kiss on each, his breath hot and humid against her skin, his lips only flirting. By the time he buried his face in her nape, he was curled completely over her, his chest to her back, and she could feel his cock, thick and hard against the inside of her thigh.

“Lance,” she breathed out, unsteadily. She couldn’t believe how wildly turned on she was from so little contact.

“Hm,” he hummed, nosing at her hair. He braced one hand on the mattress beside her own, and palmed her breast with the other. “What was that?”

Ass, she thought, but fondly, and pressed back against his hips, trying to entice him to move faster.

He inhaled, chest swelling against her back, but he continued to pet her almost leisurely. Weighing and shaping both of her hanging breasts in turn, plucking at her nipples until she squirmed and ground her ass into his hips.

“Lance,” she tried again.

His movements were deliberate and controlled, but his voice was anything but when he spoke. “I know, I know,” he murmured, and he kissed his way down the side of her neck to her shoulder. His hand smoothed between her breasts, down her breastbone and belly. Down, down, until he reached her sex. “You wet for me?”

“Yes.” She widened her stance, knees sliding on the sheet, so he could feel the evidence for himself.

He cursed, softly, when he touched her. His fingers parted wet folds, and he wasn’t teasing anymore, it seemed, sliding right in with one finger and setting up a rhythm, thrusting it in and out.

Rose chased it, rocking forward and back, dropping down onto her elbows for leverage.

“Are you good to go?” he asked, voice wrecked.

“Yes. Come on.”

His hand withdrew, and he crowded in close behind her. Gripped her hip tight with one hand, and she knew the other he used to guide his cock, because she felt its blunt pressure at her entrance, and then he was pushing in, all in one go, one long, thorough thrust that left her gasping.

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