Page 137 of Seduction Under the Southern Stars

His expression softens, and he kisses my lips tenderly. “Tell me what you want,” he says, his voice husky.

“I… I don’t know…”

“Yes you do.” He kisses down my neck. “Where do you want my mouth? My hands?”

“On me… like this…” I sigh. “On my breasts.” He kisses down. “On my nipples.”

“What do you want me to do to them, Lora?”

My face heats. “I want you to suck them,” I say, closing my eyes.

“Yes, ma’am.” He kisses down my neck to my throat, fastens his mouth over the place where my pulse is racing, and sucks. Then he continues over my collarbone to my breasts, settles down, and proceeds to kiss both nipples, teasing them with his teeth, tongue, and lips until I’m throbbing between my legs.

“Now what do you want?” he asks, kissing back up my neck to my mouth. It’s dark outside, and the moon has painted him with her light, so his eyes look like flat silver disks, and his skin is like marble. The scene feels slightly unreal, especially with this rising passion between us that’s heating up my brain and turning it molten like mercury.

“I want you inside me,” I whisper.

He kisses me. “And then?”

I gather my courage in both hands. “I want you to fuck me until my teeth rattle.”

I half-expect him to laugh, or to scold me like a big brother, and tell me I can’t possibly say things like that to him. But to my delight, he doesn’t. Instead, he says, “That’s my girl,” and then he lifts up and begins to unbutton his trousers.

I do the same with my shorts, and he shifts off me so we can both remove them and throw them aside. He grabs a condom, tears off the wrapper, and rolls it on. Then he moves back on top of me, between my legs, and positions himself at my entrance.

Finally, he leans over me and pushes his hips forward, so he slides into me.

I’m so wet and swollen that he’s all the way inside me in one thrust. I give a long moan, stretching beneath him, and he grunts, pushing forward, his hips flush with mine.

He kisses me while he starts to move, keeping the pace slow and leisurely. He kisses my lips, my face, and my neck, buries his hands in my hair, and murmurs to me while he thrusts, little endearments, telling me he loves how I smell, how I taste, the color of my eyes, the softness of my hair. He’s so open and unashamed, never frightened to say what he’s thinking or how he’s feeling, and I love him for that.

I’m just starting to feel pleasure building deep inside when he stops, lifts up onto his hands and, carefully holding the condom, withdraws.

I blink up at him, surprised and disappointed. “Did I do something wrong?”

He laughs. “No.” Sitting back on his heels, he looks down at me with a wicked glint in his eye. “Up you get. Onto your knees.”

I stare at him. He raises an eyebrow. Oh my, he means it. I guess this is the seventy-five percent I asked for.

I turn over and push up so I’m on all fours. Linc moves up behind me, and he strokes my ass and slides his fingers down into the heart of me.

“Mmm,” he murmurs, and then he guides the tip of his erection down, and I feel him pressing against my entrance. Automatically, I push back, but he says, “Slowly, sweetheart. This is going to feel different.”

Moistening my lips, I stay still and let him press forward. He does so slowly, moving forward an inch, then withdrawing, slowly coating himself with my moisture again, each time going a little deeper inside me.

Ooh, he’s right, that does feel different. I feel myself stretching to accommodate him, and… oh my God… I can feel him all the way up…

“All right, baby?” he asks. When I nod, he starts moving properly, long, deep thrusts, while he strokes my back and circles underneath to cup my breasts.

For a while, I feel a little tense at the newness of the position, but Linc takes his time, and gradually I start to relax. As he obviously senses that, he widens his knees, which forces mine to widen also, and then I feel his hand between my shoulder blades, pressing me down. I lower onto my elbows, which makes my ass stick up the air, and he grunts his approval and begins to thrust faster.

Oh holy shit, this feels unbelievable. With each thrust he buries himself deep inside me, filling the air with the slick sound of sex, and the smack of his hips as they meet my bottom and thighs.

“Ahhh… fuck,” I say, pulling a pillow toward me and burying my face in it. “Oh my God, that feels so good…”

“Oh, baby…” His fingers tighten on my hips, as if he’s struggling to stay in control. “You feel amazing…”

“Mmm, Linc…” It feels fantastic, but he’s still holding back, I can feel it. “Harder, please…”

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