Page 10 of Too Little Too Soon
So, so sexy.
“Come here,” he whispered, crooking his finger.
She leaned down, and he wrapped one arm around her back. The other delved into her hair while his lips absolutely devoured hers.
She whimpered when he nibbled his way across her cheek to her ear.
Oh yes, still an erogenous zone.
“You like that,” he said after a nip that made her cry out.
Biting her lip, she nodded.
“Let’s see if I can make it even better.”
He continued to nip and nibble while his hand skated down her body, slipped between them, his fingers wiggling underneath the waistband of her leggings.
“Oh.”
She widened her legs. His digits stroked through her folds. His thumb found her clit while his lips continued that sweet torture against the shell of her ear. She grasped a fistful of his hair, breathing heavily, her body wantonly rocking against his hand, faster and faster, until he bit down on her lobe, and she shot into orbit, crying out as the orgasm slammed into her.
Slipping his hand out of her leggings, he rolled her onto her back and then proceeded to lick her arousal from his fingers. Good Lord, her body was heating all over again.
Caging her with his arms, he lowered himself and pressed a hard kiss to her lips. “Now I want to see what I’ve been touching.”
He tugged her pullover over her head, his gaze all but stroking over her lacy red bra. Just because no one else had seen her lingerie in years did not mean she didn’t enjoy wearing sexy undergarments.
He managed to drag his attention to her pants, rolling them down her legs and tossing them over the side of the bed. As he trailed his fingers up her thigh to the edge of her panties, she shivered.
“They’re so wet,” he murmured. “I think we should take them off.”
Yes, please.
He skimmed them down her legs, then balled them in his fist. “Part of me wants to shove them in my pocket as a keepsake.”
“All of me wants you to hurry up and take the rest of your clothes off.”
Chuckling, he sent the panties flying across the room and rolled onto his back so he could wiggle out of his slacks, taking whatever he wore for underwear with them. She blatantly stared at his beautiful, naked form while he wrestled his wallet out of a pocket and extracted a couple of foil squares.
Holding them between forefinger and thumb, he said, “We can only go two rounds. After that, we’ll have to get creative.”
Onlytwo rounds?
She shivered again and snatched the condoms from his hand, dropping one on the comforter and ripping open the other. His hands stroked up and down her thighs as she straddled him and worked the protective layer over his erection.
After he was successfully sheathed, she grasped the root and lowered herself, gasping as she slowly took him deeper and deeper, his approving groan sending tingles through her body.
Once she was fully seated, he dragged his hands up and massaged her breasts over her bra, rotating his hips once, like he was testing the way they fit together.
It was perfect if he was wondering.
One hand slipped around her back, and with a flick of his fingers, her bra fell away from her breasts.
“Come here,” he practically growled, pressing against her spine to encourage her to lean forward. At the same time, he thrust up, and she gasped at the unexpected sensation, then gasped again when his mouth wrapped around her nipple and he suckled.
Hard.
He continued to torture her, focusing on one breast and then the other, slowly pumping in and out, not letting her increase the pace even when she impatiently shifted her hips.
