“Why do I get the feeling you’re going to be the death of me?”
“Attack of the Clones,” he said, having accurately guessed which movie the quote was from.
“Wow.” She ran a finger over his collarbone, then down until she mirrored his caresses. Her finger circled his nipple, and he felt the skin there furl tight under her touch. “You’re pretty good at that.”
“At what? RecognizingStar Warsquotes are playing with your lovely little nipples?”
“Yes,” was her one-word answer.
He grinned, loving this side of her. This sated, satisfied, playful side.
“Does that mean you’re ready for me to resume playing withallof you?”
“When doIget to play withyou?” She pretended to pout. He didn’t ignore the urge to bend down and nip at her protruding lower lip.
He meant for it to be a quick, teasing kiss. But she stopped him with a hand on the back of his head.
Her eager tongue darted into his mouth. And before long, his desire to slowly rebuild her passion was supplanted by the fire still raging unchecked inside him.
He wasn’t slow or studied this time as he skated his hands and mouth all over her body. Heknewher now. Knew what would make her gasp. What would make her squirm.
By the time he worked his mouth down her body, she was doing both.
“Show me where you want my tongue,” he growled from between her legs. The scent of her was that of a wonderfully ripe woman, sweet and earthy. His dick responded by throbbing hard against the coverlet. He pressed himself into the fabric, searching for relief.
He found none.
The only relief would come when he was sheathed in her tight, hot body. But he wasn’t ready for that. First, he wanted to taste her. Wanted to fill his mouth with her soft, wet folds. Wanted stab his tongue into her honeyed core.
He growled his approval when she reached down to spread her herself, showing him her pink, glistening center.
“Here,” she husked, her middle finger circling the engorged head of her clit as it peeked from its fleshy hood. “I want your mouth right here.”
She didn’t have to tell him twice.
He hooked her knees over his shoulders and feasted. Feasted on her scent. Feasted on her flavor. Feasted on the hot, soft feel of her against his mouth.
As he worked her with his tongue and lips, keeping her thrusting hips pinned to the pallet with his hands, he rode the waves of desire that crashed through him like so many tsunamis, each one fiercer and more relentless than the one before it.
Before long, he could feel her heartbeat against his lips. He could taste her looming orgasm on his tongue. He could hear how her soft sighs turned into sharp, whimpering pants.
She was close.
So damn close.
It took herculean effort to pull away from her. But he managed it.
“Whaaa?” Her cry of confused anguish matched the look in her eyes when he quickly turned for the duffel bag he’d left near the end of the sofa.
“The next time you cum, I want to feel it all around me.” His voice was a raw rasp as he unzipped the bag, found his wallet, and pulled a foil pack from within. “I want to feel your sweet pussy as it grasps my cock.”
Lust glazed her eyes as she watched him. Her hands played with her nipples, and her thighs unabashedly rubbed together as if she couldn’t stand the lack of stimulation.
“That’s right,” he told her, his eyes flaming brighter than the fire in the hearth. “Keep touching yourself. Keep yourself right on the edge for me.”
Two of her fingers disappeared into her body. His own body responded by throbbing so hard he hissed. He hissed again as he fisted the condom down his length. And then he was groaning as he lowered himself onto her.
Her arms were instantly around his back. Her legs hooked around his so that her heels fit into the backs of his knees.
