Page 53 of A Lesson for Laurel

“Anything you want,” she said.

He went over her, his chest on her back. He would have probably fallen if he was under her and that was fine because maybe she wanted to be under him.

“That next one looks a little hard for you.”

“Left foot yellow,” she said. “I’m flexible.” She slid her foot out and was close to doing a split under him.

He was watching her, his eyes all but bugging out of his head and down he went twisting so that he didn’t land on her completely. She appreciated that because she was positive it’d hurt like hell the way her legs were spread out.

But he still knocked her off balance and then reached for her at the same time and somehow she ended up on top of him anyway and she wondered if he’d planned that all long.

“Sorry about that,” he said.

“I think you’re not so sorry,” she said. “It was somewhat of a smooth move.”

“How smooth?” he asked, his mouth moving up to hers.

“Smooth enough for this,” she said.

Kissing when you were lying on the ground was a lot more erotic than standing next to each other or sitting.

His legs slid apart and she went between them, feeling his hard dick pressing against her waist.

Her hips pushed into his without thought and she let out a small moan.

His hand went into her hair, close to her scalp, and held her in place.

Their tongues were invading the other’s mouth, her fingers trailing down his ribs, under his shirt and back up.

His skin was taut but smooth as silk.

“You smell so good,” he said.

“So do you.”

“Do you want to admit this was your plan all along and put me out of my misery?”

She laughed. “Saw through that, didn’t you?”

“The split gave it away,” he said.

“No more talking, Easton.”

Their mouths went back to what they were doing and she started to tug his shirt up. They had to break the kiss for her to get it off, but she didn’t care. He yanked hers off too before their lips locked again.

His fingers were going for the clasp of her bra and releasing it like a man who had done it many times before and knew how to disrobe a woman without her realizing it.

He turned and had her on her back, her hands above her head. His knees were spread around her waist and he was looking at her nipples that were excited to be free and out in the open air.

“Look at you,” he said.

“I thought I told you no more talking.”

“Oh, you did,” he said. He let go of her hands and lowered his mouth to her breast as his knees slid out and he was half lying on her.

He pulled one hardened peak between his lips, his tongue swirling around and savoring her as if she were a fine wine.

His finger and thumb went to the other nipple and had some pain and pleasure going on there at the same time. Flicking and pinching and she was squirming enough that her skin stuck to the plastic mat and made a burping sound.

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