Page 76 of Baby One Last Time
“If you’re going to feign sleep, you’ll have to do something about this.” I ran my fingers down the side of his erection.
“Mmm, I like it much better when you do something about it.” He opened one eye. “And surely you’ve heard of nocturnal tumescence.”
“The term’s new to me, but I get the idea.” I slid onto the sofa and stretched out beside him, wrapping my hand around his tumescence and stroking him.
He made a guttural, animal groan that zinged through my blood and landed in my own tumescence. “You keep that up, and you’re going to miss out on your chance to mount me.”
“An empty threat. I’ll only have to wait ten minutes for this to happen again. And I have lots of ideas about what you can do in those ten minutes.”
He grinned as he turned onto his good side, the one without the injury, and slid one hand up my thigh and under my dress. When he hit the lace of my panties, he nodded appreciatively. “Wearing another of my gifts.” He nibbled my neck and whispered in my ear with his whiskey-smooth voice. “You really should model those for me.”
I let go of him reluctantly, but it was worth it to watch his face light up as I lifted the sundress over my head and laid it across the arm of the sofa, presenting myself naked, save for the sheer white, lace-edged panties he’d ordered from a very she-she lingerie store.
He pushed up onto his forearm. “Youare my favorite solstice gift ever.” He rolled on top of me and pressed his hard dick against the sheer fabric of my new panties, which immediately went wet with my response.
“Mm, I missed you too,” I whispered.
He rocked against me, making me lightheaded when all the blood in my brain rushed to join the party in more exciting parts of my body. “And by the way, I don’t just like it.” He traced his tongue down the length of my throat and then to my breast, applying his lips, tongue, and teeth to the task of driving me wild. “I love it. Your body. The way it responds to me.”
He shifted and gazed into my eyes, his face an inch from mine, his breath warm on my cheek. “And I love you.” He slid a finger under my panties and into my slit, shocking me with pleasure that made me arch and groan. “And this. I really, really love this.”
He worked another finger into me and rubbed my clit through the fabric with his thumb.
I wriggled to give him more access, then to pull away. “Wait. I don’t want you stretching out my lingerie again.”
“I’ll buy you more,” he promised but slid my panties off my hips and down my legs, placing them reverently on the glass coffee table. He stared down at me, pink and wet and waiting for him, then settled between my legs with my knees bent over his shoulders and traced his tongue along my clit. “Oh, that is better.” He licked me again. “And so tasty.”
I meant to remind him to be careful with his shin and his stitches, to tell me if anything hurt, regardless of how good it felt to me at the time. But all rational thought took flight, and I dissolved into a world of sensation. I moaned and shifted my hips toward him, begging the way I always did when he plied my body. He never made me beg for long, and now he gave me everything I wanted. Firm tongue and gentle teeth and rhythmic fingers.
“Tell me, baby,” he whispered against my thigh as he nipped and kissed and finger-banged me into nirvana. “Say it. Tell me you love me.”
“I love...” Another stroke of his tongue. “Mmm…”
“Say it,” he demanded. He sucked, pulling my clit between his teeth while he plunged his fingers deeper. Every cell in my body shifted its attention tothat spotand the pulsing, spiraling heat building there. He released my clit but kept up the rhythm. “Say it, baby.”
“I love you,” I managed to pant.
He rewarded me with the uninterrupted attention of his mouth, and my ability to speak or think or do anything other than feel pleasure dropped away. I bucked and groaned and compressed down into one tiny spot in the universe, then exploded into a billion stars.
When I floated back to earth, he lay beside me, propped up on one elbow with his other hand trailing over my belly and breasts.
“Hey there,” he said.
“Hey yourself.”
“Now that you’re back, I just wanted to let you know I love you, too.”
I smiled. “Thank you for that.” For feeling it, for telling me, for understanding I needed to hear it over and over again. But I didn’t need to say any of that out loud. I could read the look in his eyes. He knew.
I flipped him onto his back and climbed on top of him. “If I recall correctly, I promised the man a good mounting.”
“Words I never tire of hearing.”
My plan was to tease him, to demand he tell me where he was taking me on our trip in order to curry my sexual favors. But he kissed me and pulled me against him and let me bask in the joy that was his tumescence, and my plan went straight to hell. We could fly into the sun and evaporate for all I cared, as long as we were together.
Part 5
The Wilder Job
