Page 88 of Dancing in the Rain

“Yeah.” He reached for the hem of her top and eased it up higher. She sat up and lifted her arms so he could pull it off over her head. Her nipples hardened even more at the brush of the cool air over them, her skin tingling everywhere with needy expectancy.

Please, please touch me,her body begged.

And he obliged, running big hands up over her ribs, slowly cupping her breasts. Her nerve endings electrified, all her breath left her lungs on a sharp exhale, and she struggled to draw air back in. Sensation sizzled through her veins.

“Peyton. Christ, Peyton, you’re beautiful.”

She felt beautiful, his hands worshipping her curves.

“Can’t believe I’m touching you like this,” he murmured and he tugged her back down to lie next to him while he caressed and fondled. He pinched her nipples between his fingers, shooting ecstasy straight to her core, rubbed his rough cheek over one breast, then captured the nipple in his mouth. He sucked it with gentle pulls, his hand slipping down to lie flat on her belly above the waistband of her leggings.

This was crazy and irresponsible and soul-searing, getting hot and naked with Drew. But there was no way she could stop now as she floated helplessly on a tidal wave of lust. She arched her back into his touch, offering her breasts to him, her nipples for him to suck, and oh,God, the flood of liquid heat between her legs was immense. Her hips lifted and it was lovely when his hand slid lower, over the Lycra and cotton, to cup her pussy.

She gave a soft cry as he touched her there, holding her in a firm embrace, his hand between her thighs as he tugged at a nipple with his teeth. Pleasure seared through her from her breast to her clit.

“Wet,” he murmured against her skin. He licked around her aching nipple. “You feel so wet, Peyton.”

“I am wet,” she moaned. “I can feel it. Touch me more…please.”

“Oh, yeah.” His hand rubbed in firm strokes that had pleasure twisting up so fast and hard she nearly came.

“Oh! Oh!” She covered her mouth with her hand, vaguely aware there were other people sleeping nearby.

“Let’s see how wet you are, baby.” His hand withdrew then pushed beneath her leggings and panties. “Too many clothes. Oh…yeah.” He found her bare flesh, the hot slickness there. Her heart raced and her body tightened. Her first instinct was to slam her thighs shut against the jolting touch, but it felt good…so good…she relaxed and opened to him. “Need these off you.”

He moved on the bed, a substantial shadow as he shifted to tug her leggings and panties down her legs. Her skin burned everywhere.

“Wanna make you feel good, Peyton.” He shifted back down beside her, one arm sliding beneath her head, his other hand returning between her legs. “Wanna pet this soft little pussy. Christ, you’re so soft.” He stroked and patted her over her outer lips. “Where’s that little bud…there it is.” His long middle finger dipped between the folds and stroked up over her clit. She jerked against him and moaned. “You’re small, baby…kept this hidden. Now I found it I can make you feel good.”

He circled wet fingertips over the bundle of nerves and she felt it swell. That pinching need deep inside her became nearly painful. His lips tugged at her nipples again as he played, and her mind spun in a glow of light, blissing out at the sensations converging in her core, twisting up hot and high.

The temperature in the room seemed to have gone up several degrees. She was no longer cold, instead burning up from the inside out, shivering not because of coolness but because of erotic need. She watched the flex of his muscles as he moved beside her, let her eyes flutter closed when he shifted back up to claim her mouth in another long, drugging kiss.

More. She needed more. She reached for him, found his erection, and a long groan rose to his lips as she curved her fingers around him. Yes. Yes. Satisfaction swelled inside her, knowing he wanted this, too, he wanted…her.

“You have…something?” she managed to mumble, because she needed him inside her and please, please, please let him know what she meant, let him have something…

“Yeah.” He laid a string of soft kisses over her cheek and jaw, then rolled away from her and off the bed. She watched him shuck his snug underwear, her breath stalling in her chest as she viewed his cock, a thrilling sight—bold, aggressively long and thick, and beautiful. Her inner muscles squeezed in anticipation of him filling her with that luscious length and girth. He reached for his jeans and with quick motions had opened a condom and applied it.

Watching his big hands stroking the thin latex down his shaft as he returned to the bed had more wet warmth surging between her legs. God. So beautiful.

The light of the wall lamp gilded his body into highlights and shadows, sculpting his muscles as he rejoined her on the bed. She drank in the sight of him even as her body ached for more of his touch.

He knelt between her thighs and coasted his hands up from her hips over her ribs and her breasts. “Look at you,” he said hoarsely. “Gorgeous.”

Her tongue swiped over her bottom lip as she gazed back at him. He was gorgeous, too, his dark hair falling across his forehead, his eyes hot, his mouth so firm and beautiful.

His hands found her thighs and opened her wider to him. Eager and aching, she reached for his cock and directed the head to her entrance. His breathing went ragged and his face contracted.

His hand covered hers and he pressed into her, the bulging crown wedged in her opening. They both went still, bodies pulsing. He swallowed and she regarded him with avid eyes as he slowly moved, pushing into her with fiery pressure. The tightness eased, pleasure flowing through her in waves of sweetness as he filled her. His hands moved to her thighs and gripped her there, and his hips began a rhythm of slide and thrust, slow and sure. Her eyes fell closed on a wave of pleasure. Dear God. Bliss swelled inside her, almost unbearably huge.

“So deep…” He was filling her with those hard thrusts, winding up that hot coil of tension, taking her up, taking her higher. “Oh, God, Drew…so deep.”

He stretched out over her, slowing his movements, kissing her mouth, resting his nose alongside hers, staring into her eyes as he rocked against her. Every motion stroked sensitive nerve endings inside her, flames licking over her. He was everywhere, inside her, his hands on her body, his mouth on hers. With every stroke and plunge, she sank deeper into it, her fingers tightening on his shoulders.

“Drew.” His name was a breath on her lips, and she turned her mouth to him to kiss him again. Their lips met and clung as her orgasm built. She felt it rising inside her and she strove to meet that bright, piercing bliss that went on and on, intense and powerful and moving. She wrapped her arms and legs around him; squeezed him with every muscle she had.

“God,” she gasped. “Drew, oh, my God.”

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