“Mm-hm. Comfort. I can think of something comforting as well,” she hummed, deflecting the intimacy, the suggestion in her voice unmistakable.
“You have energy for that?” He quirked an eyebrow at her as she slid over, straddling him on the couch and running her hands through his hair as he leaned back, letting her play.
Her fingers scraping his scalp immediately erased the noise from his mind, replacing it with the need to have her touch him elsewhere; comfort replaced by arousal. He liked the way her strong hands slid over him, her intention firm in the pressure she used. He’d always preferred intentional touch to featherlight caresses; it was a massive turn-on.
“You bet,” she replied.
“Tell me what you want, then,” he murmured, hands sliding down her back and coming to rest on her hips. He wanted her to suggest it tonight, to see where she would take them, find out where she was willing to go. Her eyes widened and she took a sharp breath in, very slowly grinding over him.
She leaned over, nose to nose with him, her hair a curtain around them. “I want to f—”
He didn’t let her finish the thought and kissed her, his blood up the moment she had pressed into him, rotating her hips. He kissed her hard to show her he wanted her, too, but let her lead where that kiss went. Which she did, teasing him with her tongue, biting his lower lip with quick, soft nips.
“Here. Now,” she gasped, her shirt flying, leaning back to let him yank his off over his head as well. The cold air pebbled his skin, and she ran her palms up his chest, over his shoulders, then down his arms, lifting his hands to her breasts, leaving warmth in the wake. He obliged her by palming her chest, the heat from her through the material of her sports bra more than he could handle.
“Off. I want it off,” he growled, and she carefully unzipped it then tossed it backward.
He looked back into her eyes, his fingers lazily drawing circles around her breasts as a pink flush bloomed across her cheeks.
“You like that?” he asked, and pinched one nipple then the other, the tiny buds stiffening.God, yes, that was perfect.
She nodded, her hands coming to join his, her hips rolling against him as her fingers covered his. As he pinched again, she arched her back, letting out a raspy moan.
He loved how responsive she was to a simple touch. It made it hard to hold back, but he did, enjoying the anticipation sparking up and down his body.
“What next?” he asked, and her hands trailed down his chest, over his stomach, and hooked into his jeans. She was looking down between them, biting her lip.
Well, that was obvious.
She undid the snap, and he lifted his hips as she slid off him, taking his jeans and boxer briefs with her to the floor. She let out a sound of appreciation as his cock immediately hardened in front of her.
That was erotic as fuck. She was kneeling between his legs, eyes traveling up his body. He wanted her mouth around him, the perfection of her tongue sliding up his shaft would make everything better, but he held back. It had to be her idea.
“You look so fucking hot down there on your knees,” he blurted anyway.
She slid her hands over his thighs, and licked her lips with a sensual slowness that made him groan in frustration. She flicked her eyes up to him.
“Do you want me to?” she asked, inferring exactly what he wanted, flicking her glance down, then back to him.
“Whatever you want to do to me, I want it,” he replied.
She gently slid her palm and closed her fingers around him, and his cock twitched at her touch.
“This?” she asked.
“Yes,” he breathed, unable to look away as she leaned forward, feathering a breath over him, eyes swiveling up, meeting his.
Compared to the night before, this Liz was obliterating his ability to think straight as she teased him. She had to know she was driving him wild.
“Say it,” she murmured.
Jake was not one to talk dirty to a woman; he often found it sounded more crass than he intended, and he worried about being disrespectful when he was with someone new, before they were truly comfortable with one another. Ashley hadn’t liked it at all.
But right now, as Liz stroked his cock agonizingly slowly and pressed kisses against his thigh, he couldn’t help himself.
“I want to fuck your mouth,” he gasped, his cheeks flaring with heat as he said it.
She dove in and licked his cock from the base to the tip, then slid her lips over in one quick motion, taking all of him, sucking in to hold him tightly in her mouth.
