My cock gave a twitch, which had to be some kind of record for speed of recovery past the age of forty. Then again, I’d never been attracted to a woman the way I was attracted to Lizzie. I letmy hand slide from her hip to her mound, then lower. “That was something I’ve been wanting to do for a while.”
Her breath trembled as I touched her, softly at first, delving into the soft, wet, wonderland between her legs. “Sean?—”
“You want me to stop?” I slid my fingers up to tease the little swollen bud at the apex of her thighs, loving the way her eyelashes fluttered when I did.
“No,” she admitted, voice breathy. “Not really. But…”
I stroked her again and bit back a groan when her nails curled into my biceps. “But?”
“What’s happening right now?”
“I’m touching you.” I slid my fingers lower so I could tease her opening, loving how wet and plush she was against my hand. She was made for sex.
“Right,” she said, widening her stance another inch or two. “I meant in a broader sense. Like, what’s happening here, with us.” Her eyes, which had closed, blinked open again. I loved her hazy, pleasure-drunk look. Loved the way her rosebud mouth parted when I coaxed a finger inside.
“I’m touching you so I can watch you come on my fingers,” I clarified. “So I can enjoy the look on your face when you do.”
Her laugh was little more than a puff of breath. “Okay. I still don’t understand, but okay.”
I took my time. The kitchen was warm and smelled like burnt sugar and Lizzie. She let her hands roam over my shoulders and arms, and I learned the way a hitched breath or a twitch in her fingers told me what she liked. I drank in the flush on her cheeks like it was sustenance, then let my lips roam over her soft, soft skin. When I bit her earlobe, she let out a shudder and a moan.
“Love how wet you feel,” I told her.
“You do?”
“Uh-huh. Does that surprise you?”
“It’s just…”
“Just what?”
“I didn’t think you were into me that way,” she finally said, her voice small.
I pulled back to watch her face, my hand still busy exploring between her legs. “I’m into you, Lizzie. Haven’t been able to stop thinking about you.”
Her brows tugged the slightest bit.
I paused my movements and stroked her thigh, glancing from one dark eye to the other. “You don’t believe me?”
“I… Well, no. Not really.”
“I thought we covered this.”
“We were kind of in the middle of something when we did.”
I wanted to laugh, but all that came out was a soft snort. My lips curled as I pressed a kiss to her mouth. My hands stroked up the curve of her hips to the little pouch below her belly button. There was something so unbearably erotic about that part of her body, something womanly and irresistible. I brushed her skin there and felt her stiffen, then looked up to meet her eyes again.
“My stomach?—”
“I love the shape of you.”
She blinked.
“The way you move. You’re all curves, all softness.” With the tips of my fingers, I began to lift her shirt. Lizzie bit her lip then lifted her arms, and I let out a shuddering breath as it came free and I saw the length of her. She inhaled as I reached for the strap of her nude-colored bra, brushing it down the slope of her shoulder before reaching behind her to unclasp the last garment clinging to her body.
“Let me see you.”
She gulped audibly, then removed her bra. Her hands moved to the counter at either side of her hips while I stood before her, running my hands from her shoulders down to her breasts. She didn’t have the pert breasts and small nipples of a womanhalf her age, but the feel of that flesh against my palm made my head spin. I squeezed gently, watching the way she overflowed around my grip. I couldn’t resist the urge to plump her breast and bring my lips to it, clasping her nipple between my teeth in a soft scrape. Her chest rose as she inhaled, and her hands finally released their tight grip on the counter to reach for me. I groaned as she ran her fingers through my short hair, body undulating against me as I lavished her with all the attention I’d been craving for weeks.