Page 11 of Drunk on Love

“So am I,” he said. He crawled up her body, pushing her dress up with him. His hands moved up her ankles, her calves, and up the insides of her thighs. He watched her face as he went, and saw her amusement turn to desire in seconds. He hooked his thumbs under the thin material at her hips, and looked up at her, his eyebrows raised. She nodded, and watched him as he pulled her underwear down her body and tossed it onto the floor.

He pushed her dress up again, farther this time. When he got to her torso, she lifted her arms up so he could pull the dress off her body. He bent down to kiss her, but as soon as he did, she rolled them both over so he was beneath her.

“My turn now,” she said. She moved down his body and reached for his belt, a gleam in her eyes.

She smiled as she felt the hard length of him through his jeans. If he hadn’t already been hard after the last thirty minutes, her hands at his zipper would have done it right away. That look of wicked anticipation in her eyes made him want to pull her down to him immediately, rip that very sexy black bra off her, and slide inside of her. He reached for her, but she pushed his hands away, a laugh in her eyes.

“I said it was my turn now.” She unbuckled his belt and stroked her thumb up and down his zipper.

“I know,” he said. “I’m sorry. Patience is not one of my virtues.”

She finally slid his zipper down. He lifted his hips so she could pull his jeans and boxers off.

“Mmm,” she said. “You might want to work on that. However, I am now very aware of one of your virtues.” She wrapped her hand around his cock.

She wasn’t shy at all. He liked that about her. So far, actually, in their three hours or so of acquaintance, he was pretty sure he liked everything about her.

Especially the way she touched him. So forceful, yet soft. He wanted to close his eyes, let himself enjoy this feeling. But he couldn’t stop looking at her.

She put her hand on his chest.

“What do you want?” she asked as she moved up his body.

He pulled her close and let his fingers slide into her hair.

“Good question,” he said. He pushed her bra down and rubbed her hard brown nipple. “I want to finally take this fucking bra off of you, like I’ve been wanting to do for the past two hours. And then I want to suck on these incredible breasts of yours until I drive you wild, and then I want to slide my fingersinto your wet pussy and find out how you like to be touched there, and then I want to fuck you until neither one of us has the energy or ability to ask another question. How does that sound?”

He could feel a shudder go through her body as he spoke. Still, though, he didn’t move as he waited for her answer.

“That sounds like exactly what I want,” she said.

He unhooked her bra in one smooth motion and threw it on the floor.

“Oh, thank God,” he said. And then neither of them said anything for a very long time.

Three

MARGOT WOKE UP ANDblinked for a few seconds. It was still very early; she could tell from the dim light coming through the window. Scenes from the night before—and the early morning—ran through her brain. The first time—slow, at the start, and then hard and fast and very satisfying. And then, after they’d both recovered and she’d gotten up to go to the bathroom, she’d gotten back in bed and kissed him, in what she’d meant as a thanks-for-the-orgasm kiss, or maybe even an it’s-time-for-me-to-go kiss, depending on how he reacted. But the kiss escalated, and he slid down her body and gave her another great orgasm... and then a third. And then, they’d fallen asleep, but sometime in the middle of the night had both woken back up, and... damn, it had been an excellent night.

She opened her eyes all the way and saw Luke smiling at her. He looked very disheveled, very relaxed, and very attractive. He looked like he’d spent all night having a whole lot of sex. She smiled back at him.

“I thought I’d dreamed you,” he said.

She laughed out loud.

“I’m at least five years too old for that line to work on me,” she said, “but that’s adorable that you tried it.”

He grinned sheepishly at her.

“Thank you. I think,” he said.

He lifted himself up on one elbow and looked at her. She forced herself not to move, turn over, or cover her body with a sheet. She was nervous for him to really look at her in the daylight, now that it was morning and she was no longer drunk on his kisses and his touch and his gaze. She liked her body fine, most of the time, but now she was in bed with a guy who was probably used to perky boobs and small waists and no stretch marks. But she didn’t let herself flinch, and instead smiled up at him. That ship had already sailed, hadn’t it?

He gazed down at her and then moved his hand up to her breast.

“Mmm, I feel lucky to be here right now,” he said.

Good God, she liked the way he did that.

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