Page 57 of Lucky Laces
I get them past her calves, off one foot, but can’t be bothered to pull them off the other.
“Where the fuck are your panties, sweetheart?”
Pink cheeks.Teeth pressing into her bottom lip.But when she tries to close her legs, I stop her with a palm on each thigh.
“No, DeeDee”—I nip at that lip, freeing it—“you have such a pretty pussy, it would be a shame to cover it up.”
Her throat works.
That pink darkens to red.
“Now,” I murmur, kissing my way along her jaw, pausing at her ear, the words glazing her lobe and making her shiver, “tell me why that cunt I like so much is bare.”
Another shiver.
But this time it’s paired with a buck of her hips, as though she’s seeking out my fingers.
And who am I to deny her anything?
I slide my hands up, trace my thumbs along the creases of her thighs.“Well?”
“J-Jean-Michel surprised me when I was just getting out of the shower.”A shudder when I slide in a little further, trailing one finger along the seam of her.“I-I didn’t have time.”
Nineteen
Diana
I’m slowly losingmy mind.
I’m so fucking turned on I can’t even process what I’m doing, what I’m thinking, what words are tumbling off my lips.
And all the while, Hudson is close, his fingers stroking along my labia.
Teasing and yeah, it feels great—those roughened fingertips trailing over me, light and making me ache for more.
But it’s making meache for more.
And he wants to have a conversation.
About mypretty pussy.
I shiver again, the memory of his raspy words hot as hell.
Almost as hot as what he’s doing with his mouth…slowly dragging it down my throat, along my collarbones, down, down,down.
He makes a long pitstop at my breasts, using his free hand to palm one and leaning in to take my nipple into his mouth, using tongue and teeth and lips to drive me slowly insane.
And all the while, his fingers are slowly moving, trailing through me, getting me so damned wet that I’m probably creating a flash flood risk here in his kitchen.
“Hudson,” I moan, my head dropping back, my eyes unseeing.
Because all of my focus is on what I’mfeeling.
What he’s creating in me.
It’s good.
No.It’sgreat.
