Page 40 of Legal Desire
Confidence replaced the self-consciousness. And she raised her other hand until she held both breasts. As she held the weight of them in her palms, she rubbed her nipples. Then a moan slipped through her lips.
And his groan echoed it. “You’re killing me, Allison. I want to touch.”
She shook her head and continued to tease him as she touched herself. But she was making herself ache even more for him.
He fisted his hands at his sides as his big, muscular body started to shake. “Allison...”
Her breath escaped in a gasp as the pressure wound so tightly inside her. She needed him. Needed the release he could give her. “Okay,” she relented. “You can touch me now.”
He hesitated a long moment before he uncurled his hand and held it to her. “Where do you want me to touch you?”
She liked this, liked putting his hands where she wanted them. She had never felt as powerful as she did now. She replaced her hands with his, cupping her breasts in his palms. He squeezed gently.
“Kiss me,” she told him.
And he lowered his head.
As much as she loved being in control, she wanted to be out of control. So she whispered in his ear, “Fuck me.”
He growled. Then he pushed her back onto the bed and followed her down. He kissed her as he always did—deeply, passionately.
Their lips clung together, nibbling and nipping at each other. Then his tongue slid inside her mouth, like she needed him inside her body. She wriggled beneath him, arching her hips, rubbing against his erection.
He groaned, and she realized she was rubbing the leather of her panties against his sensitive skin because she felt it, too—hot and smooth between her legs.
And she moaned.
She didn’t even have to tell him, and he reached for those bows, tugging them loose from her hips so that the panties fell away.
Then he touched her there—at her core.
Another moan—almost a whimper—slipped through her lips. His fingers stroked over her and over her.
She arched against his hand, needing more. And since she was still in charge, she told him what she needed. “Go down on me.”
He grinned. “You don’t have to tell me twice.”
He moved down the mattress until his head was between her legs. And he made love to her with his mouth, nipping gently on her clit before flicking his tongue across it.
She arched up again—against his mouth—and she nearly came. But he drew back—teasing her.
And she realized who was really in control, who had been in control the entire time. “No...” she protested, albeit weakly.
“No, what?” he asked. “No, stop? No, don’t stop?”
“Don’t stop,” she said. “Don’t stop.” He had her teetering on the edge of madness.
Then he flicked his tongue over her clit again as he eased two fingers inside her. And she came, screaming his name.
He reached out for his jeans, probably to find a condom. But she pulled him back onto the bed and rolled him onto his back.
“Allison, we need protection.”
“Not yet,” she said. “I will tell you when.”
“What do you want me to do?” he asked, his voice very gruff again.
“Just lie there,” she told him. Then she lowered her head. She closed her mouth around his penis, then sucked it deep in her throat.
