Page 23 of Lies and Lullabies
“Oh good grief!” I complained. Dirty talk wasn’t something I was used to.
“But I’m a details man.” He chuckled.
“Fine.” I rolled, putting my mouth beside his ear, so I could whisper. “You’re going to stretch out on top of me and slide inside.” His sexy little grunt of approval gave me courage. “Then, we’ll make out like the Apocalypse is near. Until we both…” I finished on a hot whisper. “…come.”
He took a deep, shaky breath. “Mother of God. I don’t know if that’s working foryou. But I, for one, amconvinced.”
At that, I laughed out loud. The aroused grimace on his face was hysterical. And ultimately, that’s what relaxed me—the laughter. He was amazingly sexy, lying naked just inches away from me. But he was still the same man I’d talked to every night that summer, with the same warm eyes and quick smile. It made my heart sing to be near him—clothed or naked.
I let myself laugh, and he laughed too. He came closer again. “Mmm…” he said, prowling my sensitive neck. I felt the flush of desire return. And when he kissed me again, I opened to him with a sigh. He deepened the kiss, making sweet love to my mouth. But still, he didn’t attack. Supporting his weight on his elbows over me, his eyes flashed with humor and warmth. Just as on our many walks home in the dark, it was impossible to stay scared when he was nearby.
“I want to touch you now,” he whispered, his eyes dropping down to look at my body. When he looked up again, the heat in his expression had risen to a slow burn.
“Do it,” I breathed.
He used his knees to spread mine apart, and when his fingers slid between my legs, I couldn’t keep still. I had to shift my hips with every sweet stroke. He put his lips over my breast and sucked gently.
“Okay.” I took a breath. “Please.Now.”
On a groan, he looked down between our bodies. “Use your hand. You’re still in charge.”
So I wrapped my fingers around the base of his cock and tugged him down between my legs until the thick head of him grazed me. It felt amazing.
“Now let me see your eyes.” He smiled at me, and our bodies slowly connected. With one smooth push, he was inside. His face took on a more serious expression. I wiggled a little under him, wanting to revel in the beautiful fullness. But he held perfectly still. “Sweet Jesus, you are sexy, Kira. Don’t let anyone tell you otherwise.”
“Move, will you?” He felt so good, and things were going so well.
He smiled down at me again. Then he pulled back at a speed so slow it was almost imperceptible. When he’d almost left me entirely, I grabbed his bottom and tried to bring him back.
“Patience, sweetness.” Again, he eased forward, almost so slowly that it didn’t count.
“The gentle treatment is nice, but I can take more.”
He gave me a grin, still warm but also wicked, and picked up the pace from glacial to merely dragging. With long, languid thrusts he worked deeper inside me. His lips grazed mine, and I leapt for his mouth, pressing my tongue against his. I kissed him hard, trying to show him what I needed. “You’re making me desperate.”
His chuckle sent shivers down my spine. “That’s the point.” He sat up a little, lifting my hips. Then, rising to his knees, he slung my calves onto his shoulders.
“Oh my God,” I panted. I felt odd this way, my body half inverted. It was dirty somehow. But I forgot that thought as he began thrusting in earnest. The only sounds were our gasps and the slap of his taut body against mine.
His hand crept around my hip, his thumb reaching down to stroke me. It was just like I’d imagined—his fingers working me like the fretboard of his guitar. And as he strained through each thrust, every perfect muscle in his chest and arms flexed too. With each forceful push of his hips, he bit out a breathy word of praise. “So. Hot. Baby,” he said. “Beautiful. Girl.” We were both slicked with sweat. And then he seemed to lose the capacity for words. His breathing became ragged, and the sounds falling from his lips were exquisitely unformed.
I focused on his heavy-lidded eyes and on the sweet agony I saw there. It was then when I understood I was not the only vulnerable person in the room. Above me, he was coming apart bit by bit.
And he was beautiful.Thiswas beautiful. This was how it was supposed to feel.
The start of his low groan vibrated through me. Then it grew, the sound of his climax thrilling us both. My own body pulsed in reply, gripping him as he shuddered above me. Waves of sweet sensation took me under, and I saw fireworks inside my eyelids.
“Fuck.” Dropping my hips, he slid over my body. His hips jumped one more time and then were still. He buried his face in my hair, and I wrapped my arms around him, feeling the rapid rise and fall of his chest against mine.
Our two hearts thumped together. There weren’t even words for the way I felt.
For a long while after, we lay tangled and salty together, silent and speechless in the cool night air. I drifted in and out of sleep, too happy and emotional to completely let go of the night.
But nothing lasts forever. A few hours later, a hired car pulled up in the predawn darkness to take him on the two-hour trip to the airport.
Our goodbyes were necessarily hasty. He threw his clothes on, remembering to grab his toiletry bag from the bathroom and his suitcase from beside the door.
Before he left, and even as the limo driver made a quick bump on his horn, he sat on the bed beside me. “Be well,” he said. His face was sad.
