Page 101 of Putting Out
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“Are you ready?” Reilly called out from behind the closed bathroom door.
Luke glanced down at the tented sheet over his lap. “Oh, yeah. I’m ready.”
“I went for complete normalcy.”
“Me, too.” A faded T-shirt and a pair of flannel boxers. Luke figured it didn’t get any more normal. Typically, he slept naked but he had to admit the feeling of his erection poking through the open pocket of the boxers was rather erotic.
“Okay. I’m coming out!”
He rubbed his hands together as the door opened. She, too, was wearing a short-sleeved T- shirt and he could see the shape of her perky breasts free underneath the cotton. Her nipples were hard but not as hard as they would be when he got his mouth on them. For bottoms she wore a mismatched set of loose cotton pants and on her feet were a pair of white bobby socks.
“Holy shit, that’s hot.”
Seeing his gaze pointed at her feet she lifted a leg on the bed next to him to give him a better view.
He wrapped his hand around her exposed ankle and then slid it up inside the pants to touch her calf and then behind her knee. He felt her leg jerk as he brushed a finger against the sensitive skin there.
“You shaved your legs.”
“That’s what couples do, right? When they want to get lucky.”
“Come here,” he said thickly as she pulled back the covers and climbed inside the bed with him.
“We should turn out the light.”
“Nope. I’m going to want to watch. It’s been a while since I’ve had you under me. I’m not missing a moment.”
“Lights on, huh? That borderlines on wildcat sex.”
Luke rolled over and adjusted his dick so that it was pressed against her flat, now impossibly hard, belly.
“Not if you keep your T-shirt on, it doesn’t. Perfectly within bounds.”
He bent down to kiss her and inhaled the scent of her moisturizer as he did. It intoxicated him like no perfume ever had. She wore no makeup. She’d pulled her hair up into a ponytail high on top of her head. On her lips he could taste the mint toothpaste she’d used.
It was all so new. Nothing like he’d ever had with her before and it was driving him crazy. The idea he could kiss her now, then in the morning was mind-blowing. It made him want to rush through all the preliminaries so he could be inside her, coming, knowing it would be the same the next night and the night after that.
Anytime he wanted. With Reilly.
He settled his lips on hers and breathed in the cool mint. He felt her mouth open and dipped his tongue inside to lick and play with hers. He settled more of his weight on her so he could press his chest against her breasts and feel the tiny pebbles of her nipples digging into him. But he was careful not to smother her.
A husband’s job was to be considerate of his wife’s needs. He’d never been that kind of husband before, so this was also new to him. It wasn’t that he hadn’t cared about the women he’d been with, but he’d never considered what he did mattered one way or the other as long as they got off. There’d never been any sharing during sex. Just giving and taking. When he lifted his mouth he could see her lips curl up.
“You are taking this slow.”
“Kissing is a lost art. We always rush through this part.”
“I guess it’s because we always seem to be in a hurry. Even when we spent a weekend together we were rushed for time.”
“We had to do it as many times as we could because we knew the clock was on. But there’s no clock now. We can kiss all night and start again tomorrow. We’ve got all the time in the world.”
She nodded and tilted her chin up. “Yeah.”
Luke dipped his head again and ran his tongue over her bottom lip. Then he teased her top lip. Then he covered her mouth and let himself explore her. Taste her and know her like he couldn’t ever remember doing with her or any other woman. Hot and slow they kissed for what could have been eternity.
Needing more, Luke ran his hand along a patch of skin at her waist exposed between the T- shirt and her cotton pants. He slipped his hand up her shirt to capture her breast, never once releasing her mouth. Slow and methodically he rubbed his palm over her fullness. He felt her nipple tighten even more as he pulled it between his finger and thumb, twisting with enough pressure to make it pleasurable rather than painful. The sensation of her skin under his hand and the soft cotton of her shirt caressing the top of his fingers were sensual in a way her nakedness wouldn’t have been.
