Page 80 of The Lady Was Lying
He couldn’t resist rolling until his body blanketed hers. Pleasure exploded everywhere, and he completely lost himself. He kissed her like he’d die if he didn’t. No finesse. No careful exploration. He took and took, and she responded with the same level of fervor.
Moaning loudly, she spread her legs and locked her ankles around his back, anchoring his body to hers. In that position, it was impossible to ignore the way his erection strained the fabric of his trousers.
Why was he still wearing his trousers?
And his boots?
Could he be any more ridiculous?
He tried to lever himself up, and her legs clenched around his hips.
“No,” she said with a gasp. “Don’t go.”
A strangled laugh exploded from his chest. “I’m still half dressed.”
“Ugh. Why?” Her tongue ran along the edge of his beard. “You taste good here. Slightly spicy.”
He groaned and tipped his head to offer better access.
“Mmmm,” she purred, kissing and sucking the sensitive skin below his jaw.
Without any direction from his brain, his body sank against hers once again. Her silky warmth pulled a groan from his chest. The pressure on his cock resumed and he was reminded that he was still wearing his damn trousers.
He needed them off. Now.
“Belinda, please,” he practically begged. “Let me get the rest of my clothes off. It’ll only take a second. I’ll return. Promise.” Nothing could keep him from coming back to her.
Her legs fell open and dropped onto the bed, remaining splayed wide. Resisting the urge to get lost in the gorgeous display she presented, he rose and fumbled through removing his boots and trousers and then tumbled back onto the bed, crushing her into the mattress and locking his lips onto hers.
Minutes passed while they kissed with reckless abandon. Harder. And harder still. As if neither of them could get enough. These kisses were different from the previous ones they had shared, full of passion, almost unchecked and unbelievably good.
Maybe it was because they were committed now.
Or maybe this was how kisses were always meant to be.
As they ravaged each other, her legs came up, knees bending and feet locking around him and pulling him closer. More flexible than he expected, she ground her hips against his cock at a perfect angle to trap it between his stomach and the wetness at her core. Sliding along her soft folds, he rocked against her, rubbing against her opening, never penetrating but offering a delicious friction that made him shudder. Her slippery heat was far better than he could have imagined.
“Don’t stop,” she whispered with a gasp. The sounds that slipped from her convinced him that she was enjoying it as much as he was.
“Right there,” she added, shifting her hips the slightest bit and gasping again.
“Like this?” He thrust, dragging his length over the same spot over and over again.
“Yes,” she groaned.
Why did simply rubbing against her feel so good? Would it always be like this? Or was it special because it was their first time?
“Yes. Please. Don’t. Stop.” Her words were fractured, almost broken as they fell into his mouth between soft kisses.
With his pleasure intricately tied to hers, it was impossible not to give her what she asked for. Her hands landed on his arse, squeezing and encouraging him to increase his pace. Sharper, shorter thrusts seemed to be what she needed, because suddenly, she was gasping, arching, and writhing beneath him. He raised his head enough to see the mask of pleasure that engulfed her face.
Her body bowed and then tightened while she orgasmed with a long, lingering moan.
Flushed cheeks, swollen lips, unfocused eyes.
She was every dream he’d ever had and every fantasy he hadn’t allowed himself to consider. With her breath still heaving and her legs falling open shamelessly once again, she whispered, “I want to feel you inside me.”
It was his turn to moan.
