Page 124 of A Story of Love

“Mmm, I like this a great deal, Lorelei.”

She swooped down on him, her mouth hot and demanding as she took control of the kiss. At the same time, she guided his hand under her chemise, which had ridden up her hips. Fast moaned when she placed his palm over her mound and then raised up high on her knees, making herself more accessible.

He didn’t hesitate to accept her invitation and slid a finger between her lower lips. “My God, Lorelei, you’re so wet! Is that for me?”

She nodded primly and then kissed him again. Their tongues jousted lazily, and she nipped and nibbled, teasing him into a frenzy while he stroked the source of her pleasure, until his hand was drenched with her desire.

“Take me out of my breeches, Lorelei,” he murmured against the damp skin of her neck once they’d broken their kiss to draw breath. “I want to be inside you.”

She freed him in seconds, yanking his breeches and drawers down to mid-thigh before closing her hand around him and pumping him with clumsy but firm strokes.

Fast groaned and stared into her darkening eyes while they stimulated each other with hands and fingers.

“Tell me what feels best,” she ordered in a voice that was rough with passion.

“The crown is the most sensitive, and right below it. Wet your palm with my slick and stroke me hard.”

She immediately followed his directions, and he gasped, his hips jerking so hard that his buttocks lifted off the settee. “God, yes! Just like that, darling.”

“I like it when you call me that.”

“I like calling you that.”

She laughed.

“And I really like it when you laugh.”

She bit her lip, as if embarrassed. Why she was embarrassed of laughter and yet fearlessly straddling his lap and fisting his cock was beyond him.

His Lorelei was a puzzle, and it would take years to put all the pieces together. But that was for later, right now he needed her.

“Ride me, Lorelei.” His lips curved into a wicked grin. “Imagine that I am an especially willful horse that needs breaking.”

She choked on a laugh, positioned him at her entrance, and slowly lowered her body.

“Oh God, yes.” He took her hips and lifted his own body off the settee, thrusting hard enough to lift them both off the cushion. “You feel so damnably delicious that you are destroying my resolve.”

“What resolve?” she teased in a breathy voice, and then gasped and grabbed his shoulders to hold on as he began to buck beneath her.

“My resolve to make this last,” he hissed through gritted teeth.

“It is not as if we cannot do it again, is it?”

Her expression was so adorably serious that Fast threw back his head and laughed with pure joy.

***

“Wake up, my sleeping beauty…”

The low, soothing voice caressed Lori like a warm hand.

No…wait, that was a warm hand, caressing up her thigh.

Her eyes sprang open and met a brilliant blue pair mere inches from her own.

“Hello darling,” Fast murmured, kissing her temple and lightly cupping her mound, which reminded her that she was naked.

“Is it morning?” she asked, pulling the bedsheet up to her chin.