Page 87 of Lucky Laces
My release explodes through me and I’m only distantly aware that there’s not a single ounce of hesitation in my body.
I’m riding his face with abandon, clinging to the bevy of sensations—his tongue and lips, his hands encouraging me to move faster, his stubble that’s created the most delicious friction, his words vibrating through me in little buzzes of bliss.
My orgasm seems to go on forever, wringing every last bit of pleasure out of me.
And it might as well be hours later before I emerge from that deep, deep pool, finding him lying next to me, his gray eyes full of storm clouds, his expression the most beautiful thing I’ve ever seen.
“You,” I begin.
His hand is stroking nonsensical patterns on my belly.“Later.”
“But—”
He pushes out of bed, grabs his shirt and my underwear.Then makes short work of putting them on me.“Right now,” he says, extending a hand and tugging me up to my feet.“It’s time to eat.”
I blush, my pussy clenching at the memory of exactly how good he is at eating.
“Food,” he clarifies.A wink.“And maybe you again later.”
I shiver.
Then I allow him to draw me out of the guest room and into the kitchen.
And later, after the delicious meal, we both get to eat again.
Twenty-Eight
Hudson
I wake—nosurprise—with a hard dick.
But that’s because I’m sleeping in Diana’s bed and she’s wearing that “cute” nightie.
She’s kicked her side of the blankets off because I’m quote “a blistering inferno” who makes her overheated, but I don’t mind.
Mostly because no blankets means I have a great view.
The silky material has ridden up, exposing the lush curve of her ass.
But that’s mostly my doing.I’m trailing my fingers along her thigh, committing skin as silky as her nightgown to memory.
The only thing better would be if we were both naked.
But since I was able to turn No Sex into Oral Sex is Okay last night—twice—I didn’t say a word when she tossed me my underwear and slipped into the closet to tug on her nightie.
Part of that was because she gave me the blow job of all blow jobs.
The rest was me yanking at the reins and reminding myselfslow.
So, underwear, nightgown, and sleep.
And now…I slide my hand further up.
More tiptoeing right up to the edge of the No Sex boundary.
And maybe taking a teeny tiny step over it.
Just a small one.
