Page 22 of Getting Lucky in London

“I do say.” She arched, undulating her hips. “And during my meeting it hit me that I was sitting there with strangers, and I didn’t have on any underwear.”

My dick pulsed, and my hips jerked. “Jesus, lu—Dani—you don’t know how much my tongue envies your pants right now. I am going to eat that pussy as soon as they come off.”

She shuddered. From my promise or the cold? “Well, they’re not coming off out here.”

Taking in the fogged windows, I doubted anyone could see inside even if they were stupid enough to be out in this weather, but the cramped space wouldn’t allow for what I wanted to do to her. “Let’s get you inside.”

I sat up, and her head hit the ceiling. She laughed as she crawled off my lap and back to the passenger seat with me dodging her elbows and knees. “This isn’t as easy as it was in high school.”

I’d had my share of backseat sex, but I didn’t want to hear about hers. I reached for the umbrella in the back seat. “I’ll go unlock the door then come back for you.”

“What’s the fun in that? I’m already wet.” She jumped out of the car and ran around the back end.

I jumped out and ran to catch up with her, umbrella open, which was pretty useless in the downpour. She laughed again and huddled against me as I unlocked the front door.

Once inside, I dropped the umbrella into the stand. “Stay here. I’ll get some towels.”

“No!” She grabbed my arm as I started for the stairs. “Oh my God, don’t track water on these floors.” She began to strip.

“I like the way you think.” Peeling my T-shirt over my head, I watched her remove the pants and jacket. As she said, she’d gone commando. The wet, white blouse clung to her tits, the sheer fabric clearly outlining the black bra encasing them.

A hard jolt of need slammed into me, vaporizing all concern for her well-being. I backed her against the wall and dropped to my knees.

She laughed. “I knew you had a thing for options, but walls? Must be an architect thing.”

“I have athingaboutyouagainst walls.” Gripping her hips, I wedged her in place and lowered my mouth to the soft skin above her mound. I glanced up to find her watching me and jutted my chin at the soaked blouse. “Take it off.”

Whipping it over her head, she shed the bra as well. Her eyes narrowed with lusty anticipation, then suddenly grew wide. “Wait, I’m wet.”

“I hope so, or I’m doing something wrong.” Teasing her bellybutton with my tongue, I inhaled deeply, and the scent of her feminine arousal swirled in my head.

Threading her fingers into my hair, she tried to push me lower. “It’ll ruin the wallpaper.”

“Fuck the wallpaper…and the floors.” I kissed my way to the small strip of hair, spanned my hands wide, and used my thumbs to open her slick folds. She was drenched, and not just from the rain. Her little button, hard and swollen, glistened in the gray light. “I need to taste you.”

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Danielle

An explosion of heat burst through me as Michael’s tongue glided through my folds and flattened against my clit. Melting against the wall, I moaned and tightened my hold on his hair. “Do it again.”

He grunted and lifted one of my legs over his shoulder. “I plan to.”

Lapping and licking, nipping and sucking, he coaxed me close to the edge of orgasm.

“Twist your nipple,” he commanded, his finger rimming my entrance.

One hand still firmly clasping his hair, I pinched the taut bud at the same moment his finger plunged deep. He began a slow pistoning in-and-out action. The friction was delicious, causing my pulse to quicken. He pulled out, then doubled up on the next drive in, stretching me, filling me, curling against my G-spot, and…over I went with a keening cry, into the abyss of mindless bliss.

He continued thrusting and sucking, prolonging my pleasure until I floated like a feather on a soft breeze, back to reality.

I looked down at him as he took one last swipe with his tongue, gifting me with a sweet jolt of aftershock. He withdrew his fingers and sucked them into his mouth one at a time. My pussy clenched. How could I possibly crave more?

How could I not? I finally had the man of my dreams—and a million fantasies—touching me, tasting me, wanting me. It was fucking surreal.

“That was even better than I’d hoped,” he said, licking his lips.

“Definitely.” I eased my leg off his shoulder and let go of his hair. “Sorry if I pulled too hard.”

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