Page 64 of Saber Stalked


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I feel the vibration of his laughter against my skin as he reaches up to palm the other breast, running his calloused thumb over the tight peak. The sensations are overwhelming. He switches sides. When he lightly nips my left nipple, the orgasm overtakes me hard and fast.

“Rand!” I cry out, gripping his hair harder.

God bless him. He doesn’t stop until I come down from my earth-shaking boob-gasm.

“That’s a first,” I pant.

The Cheshire Cat grin on his face is priceless. “I have a feeling you’re going to be saying that a lot tonight.”

“Cocky bastard,” I lean back on my elbows.

He hops to his feet, giving me a good look at his crotch. He is indeedcocky. And also finds it hilarious that I’m checking out his package.

“Like what you see?”

I lick my lips. “So far. What else can you do with that talented mouth?”

I swear his pupils dilate as his mouth descends on mine for another breath-stealing kiss. His huge hands grab my ass and drag me farther up the bed, toward the headboard.

When he comes up for air, he strokes down my sides to my panties. “Are you ready for your next first?”

“Please keep going.”

He hooks his thumbs in the waistband of my underwear and slides them off my legs. Then, I’m utterly bare to this rumpled genius, and he’s still got his pants on.

“That’s not fair,” I point to his pants. “You’re still mostly dressed.”

“Fine,” he rolls his eyes and pulls his pants off. The only thing left is a pair of tented boxers that have flamingos all over them.

I laugh. “Flamingos?”

He looks down. “Ah, yes. A flamboyance of them.”

I laugh harder. “Only you would know the plural of the word flamingo.”

He wiggles his eyebrows. “I told you, puffin. I’m a trivia nut! Plus, a certain teenager receives a Word of the Day calendar for Christmas every year. We both learn things.”

I stop laughing and stare at this gorgeous man kneeling between my legs. He’s beautiful inside and out.

“What’s wrong?” He frowns.

“Nothing. Nothing at all. Everything is right,” I blink a couple of times to clear my vision. “Please, continue with my next first.”

Rand parts my knees then kisses my stomach down to my exceptionallylandscapedlady garden. I’d say a silent thank you to my Mama, but then I’d have to think about my parents in the middle of Sexy Time, and that’s a no-go.

His hands brush along my outer thighs, then trace a trail along my inner thighs until they reach my very wet center. “Do I turn you on, puffin?”

I raise a bit on the bed to look at his face. “Can’t you tell?”

He drags a finger through my folds. It comes away glistening. He sticks the finger in his mouth and sucks it clean. And damn, if that isn’t the hottest thing ever.

Before he can ask me a hundred more times if I’m okay, I grab his shoulders. “Rand, I need to say something, and I want you to hear me.”

He gulps. He’s probably thinking I’m going to tell him to stop.

I smile. “Rand, I want your mouth on me. I want your dick in me. And I’m furthermore A-OK with it. So, I tell you what: this is my permission to keep going. If I want you to stop, I’ll tell you to stop. Does that work for you?”

“Yes, ma’am,” Rand winks, then heads toward my lady garden.