Page 121 of A Lesson for Laurel

“Bend over on the bed,” he said.

She put her hands on the bed and did as he said, her ass swaying back and forth.

He dropped his shorts fast and kicked them away, then pulled his shirt over his head.

He walked up behind her, found her wet heat, slid in fast, then held himself in place. He realized he was going to be done if she moved once and so pulled out.

“What is wrong?” she asked, turning to look over her shoulder.

“I need a second. You’re too much for me.”

She burst out laughing. “I’m not even offended by that. Sit on the bed.”

“What?” he asked.

“Sit. On. The. Bed. Not that hard to figure out.”

He moved to do as she said, his eyes on her pretty lady parts that were neat and trim. Everything about her was always perfect.

“What are you doing?” he asked when she moved between his legs, her breasts right in his face.

“Giving you a minute to get control. Until that happens, you can play with me.”

She was wiggling her eyebrows at him. She was one hell of a woman and he was thrilled she was his.

Easton wasn’t taking the tank top off. Instead, his hand went under the soft material, plumped her breast up, and had her nipple outlined. His mouth went right to it through the cotton.

He sucked, swirled his tongue around, then bit down knowing how much she liked when he did that.

Moving to the other side, he did the same, and pushed back when she had enough.

She spread her legs around his hips, lined herself up, and sank down fast.

“I expect you to just sit there and take it like a man. You’re going to hold off until I’m ready for you to come.”

He gulped. “I can try.”

She laughed. A deep throaty one that almost sent him shooting up into her right then.

“Do more than try,” she said. “I know you’ve got the mental fortitude and strength. I think I find that sexier than this body you’ve got on you.”

She was talking low while she rode him. Up and down, her hands in his hair, her mouth going to his.

They were making out harder than he was sucking on her earlier.

Everything they did felt so powerful when they were together.

She was rising up and then slamming down, their tongues combating each other as he tried to hold on.

If it wasn’t for the fact that her breathing had changed up, he wasn’t sure how much longer she could last.

But he knew she was close and his hands started to grip her hips. He was sure he was leaving marks, but he was urging her to ride him harder and faster.

She didn’t disappoint him until she let out a shout and he could do nothing but hold on while she sat down and her inner muscles were pulsing around his cock, sending him over the edge of any reality he could have ever dreamed of.

“There isn’t a goddamn thing comfortable about you, Laurel.”

“Thank the fuck for that,” she said and burst out laughing.

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