Page 54 of A Lesson for Laurel

She started to laugh. “Let’s shift over some onto the carpet.”

He pulled the game mat out from under her and pushed it aside, then went back to her breasts, moving side to side and giving them equal attention.

When he’d had enough, he started to trail kisses down her ribs and to the top of her joggers.

He didn’t waste any time and yanked them down fast with her underwear.

“Yeah, this is what I’m talking about. I’ve had some dreams about this.”

“What you hoped for?” she asked. She kept a nice neat ship down there. Trimmed perfectly because it was maintenance like anything else.

“It is,” he said, his head going lower, his tongue coming out and then licking the length of her.

He was tasting her outer lips. Her inner lips. Her swollen bud went into his mouth as her nipples had.

Her hips shot up, her hands went into his hair and she held him in place as she started to come and wiggle around.

He didn’t stop. He kept it up as if he knew how much and for how long to do it until she stopped moving and making noises.

Her breathing was pretty rapid and she was sucking in some air.

Easton got up and removed his jeans and underwear. She got a good look at his body while he was fishing a condom out of his pocket. Not even his wallet. Yeah, he was planning on it too.

“Coming prepared?” she asked.

“More like hoping,” he said.

“I have some too.” She’d stopped at the store and got them on her way home from work. She didn’t know if tonight would have been the night but wanted to be set if that was the case.

“We’ll get to yours later since I’ve only got this one.”

He covered himself quickly, then gathered her in his arms, settling between her legs. Finding her heat, he slid in deep.

“Oh God,” she said. “I can’t tell you how good that feels.”

She was bucking up into him to get as close as possible.

He was moving out and in and it took a minute for them to find a good rhythm to the point they were rocking together and she was building up faster than ever before.

“Keep going,” he said. “Get yourself there again.”

“How did you know I’m close?” she asked.

“I just know.”

No one she’d been with before could work her up this quickly or even know when she might come. She rarely came twice in one session even though she always wanted to.

Her knees were bent and her feet planted on the floor until his arms went under her hamstrings and lifted her up, leaving her vulnerable. Then he started to slam into her so that she could do nothing more than hang on and enjoy every feeling he was helping her achieve.

It was barely three thrusts later and her eyes crossed, her toes curled and she let out a screech that might scare animals away in the jungle as everything inside of her convulsed and released into a throbbing puddle of erotic sensations.

Easton wasn’t slowing down, but rather speeding up, and then he let out a primal grunt or two and flopped down, all but crushing her.

He was heavy, but she could take it.

A minute later though, she was struggling to breathe and gave him a little shove. “If you’re sleeping, wake up.”

“Not sleeping. Just paralyzed with pleasure.”

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