Page 53 of Love In The Spotlight

“Sounds like a plan to me,” she said and let out a squeal when his mouth moved between her legs.

He didn’t waste any time going to work, his tongue coming out to taste around and nibble. Almost as if he was warming her up, but she was already on fire.

Then he slid his arms under her hips up to his shoulders, his mouth going to her swollen bud, and started to suck almost as much as her favorite toy did.

Only this wasn’t battery operated and felt so much better with the contact.

She was moaning and squirming and shouting out his name in record time, then panting as he continued to attack the same spot.

“Damn, you’re fast,” he said, stopping to lick her some more.

“It’s been a while,” she said.

“Someone as efficient as you wouldn’t leave yourself wanting,” he said. He slid a finger inside of her and started to pump it in and out slowly.

“God no,” she said, her head back, her eyes closed. “I’ve got a drawer full over there, but it’s not the same as the real thing.”

“I need to see this drawer,” he said.

“Another time,” she said. How the hell was she getting so worked up again? “I promise. But right now I just want this. I just want you.”

“You’re going to get everything you want tonight,” he said.

“I hope so,” she said. She’d been on her elbows watching him but lay back now because she needed to try to relax her abs as she was so tense fighting from coming again.

It’s almost as if he knew what was happening though and stopped to place a kiss on her lower lips, then stand up and find a condom in his jeans and rip it open.

She took that time to admire his body.

The muscles were sculptured everywhere. Six-pack abs. Yes, please.

His shoulders were broad, his biceps were just the right size, his chest even had defined squares on each side. And that muscle those men had that went to a V toward their dick...oh yeah, he had that too.

“Do you like what you see?” he asked.

She lifted her eyes and noticed he’d been watching her. “I might come again just looking at you. If you don’t want to waste it, then shut up and give me what I want.”

He laughed and crawled over her on the bed, grabbed her hands and pinned them above her head, kissed her silent so that neither of them could talk even if she wanted to.

Then his legs nudged hers apart, he found her wet slick opening like the pro that he probably was and slid all the way in until it felt as if there was no room left for air.

Their hips started to move in unison back and forth. Her legs went up and wrapped around his hips so she could get as close as possible.

Her bed was squeaking like it’d never done before and the two of them were running some race that she was positive they were going to collapse at when they hit that finish line.

His fingers tightened around her fingers telling her that he might be close to the end, but it didn’t matter because that little feeling of pain reminding her she was almost trapped was enough to send her spiraling out of control, Jamie following right after her.

She was right.

Both of them just sagged into the bed with Jamie rolling and flopping.

“I like your ceiling,” he said, breaking the silence.

She opened her eyes and looked at the wallpaper she’d had installed. It was white with faint stars in it that almost sparkled.

She laughed. “I like to see the stars,” she said. “It felt like it was the only way to do it here.”

“You can see them at my place,” he said quietly.

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