She rocked her hips, hoping he would catch on. Huskily, Thomas added, “Show me with your hands.”
Lisbeth, wanting to drive him mad, ran a finger over her mouth, her tongue darting out. He stroked his cock. Then she ran her hands down the path his own took before she touched herself, feeling how wet she was for him. “Here.”
He slid her further up on the bed. “There is nothing I would like more.”
Thomas kissed her hip, then the roundness of her belly that never disappeared after her last pregnancy, before his mouth found the spot she wanted him so badly. Lisbeth dug her heels into the bed, arching up. His large hands grasped her bottom as he lapped at her.
Lisbeth threaded her fingers through his hair, savoring every kiss, scrape, and lick. Her body bucked against his mouth. The ache in her became heightened, and she whimpered, “Thomas.”
He briefly looked up, the taste of her glistening on his mouth. “I want you to explode, Lizzie. Do that for me.”
Her body throbbed for her release, needing it. His mouth teased her most sensitive nub, and her hip movements became more frantic until the ache exploded in her. She crashed against the bed, moaning. Her climax pulsated through her body.
Lisbeth threw an arm over her eyes, gasping with delight. He slid up next to her, pulling her body against his chest, spooning her. His cock pressed against her bottom, but they lay there. His hand roamed over her leisurely. As her breathing slowed, Thomas kissed her neck and then her shoulder.
She pushed against him, playing the part of a temptress. He groaned and grabbed her hips, pulling her more firmly against him. “Do you see how much I need you?” he hissed.
The ache flared up again in her lower body. She nodded and ground against him more. His shaft pushed against the opening of her quim. She shivered in anticipation, wanting more than anything to have Thomas deep inside her. “Please.”
His tongue ran along her neck, and he quietly said, “I only want to please you.”
He slid a little further into her, and she attempted to push him even deeper, but he grasped her hips, stopping her. “If I’m going to have one night with you, I’m going to slowly savor the first time my cock slides into you.”
She nodded, and he slid further in and moaned before running kisses along her shoulder. Lisbeth thought she would combust. She wanted him to bury himself in her. She wiggled but tried to stay still. He chuckled darkly. “Do you want me deeper? Is that what has my minx all frustrated?”
Lisbeth didn’t deny it. “Yes.”
He arched into her, pushing his shaft as deeply as he could. Both he and Lisbeth gasped. The fullness of having him in her was perfection. Why did this man feel so right? He slid out of her and then back in. She rocked into him backward—the closeness was not enough, but she doubted it would ever be.
The ache in her intensified; her body screamed for another climax, demanding it. He chuckled as he continued to pump into her. He slid one hand to the front of her, stroking her mound as he took her from behind. “Is that what you want?”
She gasped, nodding, his fingers tormenting her in the best way. And then a sob tore from her lips, her body exploding for the second time. He kissed her neck. “Good girl.”
One of his hands gripped her hip tighter, and his own movement became quicker and harder. He was driving towards his release. She pushed back into him continuously, knowing he was so close. His lips grazed her neck, and he moaned, “Lizzie.”
Thomas’s hand moved to one of her breasts, caressing and exploring as his thrusts continued. The way his body wrapped around her was perfection. How did they fit so right, even after all these years? With his other hand, he dug even more deeply into the skin at her hip as if he didn’t want to ever let go.
The rocking of their bodies became more frantic, and then suddenly, he withdrew, spending. They were both gasping for air. He rose briefly and cleaned them up. Afterward, they said nothing, their breathing mingling together.
*
Lisbeth rolled awayfrom Thomas, lying on her stomach. He wanted to pull her back into the curve of his body, missing the feel of her, but refrained from doing so. She turned her head to look at him, where he still lay on his side. Her eyes were wistful.
He brushed a blonde strand out of her face. “What is it?”
“I’d convinced myself that I imagined how special this was between us.”
Thomas leaned forward and brushed his mouth across hers. “You weren’t wrong.”
She blushed. “I’m sure you’ve had a dozen lovers, or at least that is what the serials indicate.”
He grimaced. “Wildly exaggerated.”
“You do receive plenty of mail from admirers.”
Thomas stroked her cheek. “You can try to change the subject all you want, Lizzie, but this is special.”
Her eyes watered. “I know. It makes me think this was a bad idea.”
