“Help?” she whimpers.
Fuck it.
I lean up, sliding my hands up her smooth, silky sides, and bury my face between her breasts while I blindly fumble with her dress until it’s gone.
“Oh, more, please,more,” she gasps, gripping my head and holding it nestled between her plump, gorgeous breasts while I taste her.
“More what, Laney?”
“Lick me. Touch me. Strip me. Do everything to me.” She shimmies in my lap, and I realize she’s trying to pull her panties off.
“Lick you where?”
“My b-breasts. And my n-nipples.”
“I like your big words.”
She gasps out a laugh a moment before I suck one of her nipples into my mouth, and then there’s no more laughing.
Only panting. Gasping. Jerking her hips against my hard-on through her panties and my pants. Holding my head to her breast.
I pinch her other nipple, even though she didn’t ask, because I can’t help myself.
I love hearing her lose control. I lovemakingher lose control.
Feeling all of the good things her body can do for her.
“How—didn’t—haven’t—more,” she pants.
“More what, Laney?”
“More hands. You need more hands.Oh god, that’s so good.”
More hands.
Always figured if I ever got naked with Laney, it would be solid hate fucking.
Instead, I’m smiling against her nipple.
I flick it with my tongue, and the unearthly sound of pure pleasure that comes out of her mouth makes my balls ache.
I want inside this woman.
I want—I justwant.
She reaches between us, her hands dipping under the waistband of my pants. “I want to touch your penis,” she says. “I want to hold your penis and be totally naked with you.”
“Tell me you want to stroke my dick.”
She shudders, and I don’t know if it’s the thrill of saying somethingso dirty, or if it’s terror at the idea of those words on her tongue.
“I want to stroke your dick and then I want you to fuck my pussy until I can’t walk,” she says.
Jesus.
Fucking.
Hell.
