There was no loss of heat on this couch. Fire burned in him as he tasted every part of her.
God, she felt so good.
His kissing started sliding down her body, savoring all her soft skin as he stroked her hips through her pants.
She pushed him back.
He paused. "Did I hurt you?"
She shook her head and reached between them. Unfastened her pants and proceeded to shuck them off. She left just her underwear—small, delicate things. He ran his finger over the edge of the soft panties, his hard hands snagging on the minute lace.
She shuddered as he stroked her.
He pushed her legs wider open to him and continued to trace the lines of the panties. Soft. And hot.
He leaned down and pressed a kiss against her, through the panties.
The scent of her went straight to his groin. He might rip through his jeans soon.
He slid a finger inside and stroked the skin, feeling the hair.
Rather.
The lack of hair.
He glanced at her as he wiggled his finger around.
She twisted and bucked against him.
He continued and slipped the panties down. It revealed how little hair she had down there. Just a bit in the center.
Well hell.
That was interesting.
He leaned down and placed another kiss.
She sighed.
He moaned and began tasting her, savoring her scent. She quivered and rocked back and forth until she came.
He kept with her until her body stopped trembling and he slowly pulled back. Rising so he looked over her.
“You all right?”
She raised her eyebrow. “I’m fine. And you?” She stretched.
“You’re, uh, pretty sparse down there.” He stroked her inner thigh.
“Perks of the business. We try all the procedures.”
He raised his eyebrow. “You do this often?”
“As often as I like." She smiled and stroked her center. "Do you like it?"
He nodded. Because holy fuck that was hot. "Yes. Yes. I like that."
This wicked grin spread over her face, and she made the gesture again. Raised her arm, and he was back on top of her.
