I push the sweater up. She raises her arms, and I strip it over her head. Toss it aside. Then I'm looking at her in just jeans and a pale pink bra that does nothing to hide how turned on she is.
"Beautiful," I say. The word doesn't come close.
Pink floods her cheeks but she doesn't cover herself. Just sits there in my lap, breathing hard, letting me look.
I trace the top edge of her bra with one finger. Watch her pupils widen. Then I lean down and press my mouth to the swell of her breast above the lace.
She makes a sound. High and needy.
I want to hear it again. Want to catalog every sound she makes. Want to know exactly what undoes her.
My hands slide up her back. Find the clasp of her bra. "Okay?"
"Yes." She's shaking. "Yes, please."
I unhook the clasp. Push the straps down her arms. The bra falls away, and then she's bare from the waist up. Perfect breasts with pink nipples already peaked. Rapid rise and fall of her chest. Flush spreading down from her face.
"Stop staring," she whispers.
"Can't." I palm one breast. Feel the weight of it. Brush my thumb over the nipple and watch her eyes go dark. "You're perfect."
Before she can argue I put my mouth on her.
She bows back. One hand flies to my hair and grips. The other braces on the couch behind me. I lick and suck and worship her breasts while she rocks against me. Each roll of her hips grinds down on my cock and I'm so hard it borders on pain.
"Ryder." She tugs my hair. "I need—"
"What do you need?"
"You. Inside me. Now."
"Not yet." I switch to her other breast. Give it the same attention. "Want to make you come first."
"I already—" She breaks off when I bite down gently. "Oh god."
I slide one hand between us. Cup her through denim. Press my palm against where I know she's aching. She shatters.
Her whole body goes taut. Her head falls back. She bites her lip hard to keep from crying out. I watch her come undone in my lap. Feel her shaking. Hear the small whimpers she can't hold back.
When she comes back to herself, she's boneless against me. Her forehead rests on my shoulder. Her breath comes hot and fast against my neck.
"That was..." She can't finish.
"We're not done."
She pulls back to look at me. Her eyes are glazed. Her lips swollen. "We're not?"
"Not even close." I stand with her still in my arms. She wraps her legs around my waist. I carry her toward the bedroom. "We've got all night. I'm going to take my time."
The bedroom is small. Just a double bed with a worn quilt and a window that overlooks the trees. I set Lucy down on the edge of the bed. She reaches for me but I step back.
"Let me look at you," I say.
"Ryder—"
"Please." The word comes out rough. "Just let me look."
She settles back on her hands. Lets me drink her in. Her hair falling in waves around bare shoulders. Her lips red and swollen. The way her chest rises and falls. The flush spreading down her neck.
