Page 41 of Too Little Too Soon
“You—oh.”
He lowered his head and sucked her earlobe into his mouth. She moaned, arching into his touch.
One of his hands slid behind her back and flicked open her bra, and for a moment, she was tangled in loose bra and unbuttoned shirt, until he sat up and tugged off both articles of clothing.
“Might as well get rid of these while we’re at it,” he said, freeing the drawstring on her borrowed sweats before shoving them down her legs.
Her panties were satiny in the front and lace in the back, which he discovered when he smoothed his hand over her backside. After experimentally stroking for a few moments, he nudged her until she rolled over onto her stomach.
“Beautiful view,” he murmured, both hands massaging her lace-covered cheeks.
She fisted the comforter.
His fingers teased at the edge of her panties until she impatiently lifted her hips.
“Oh, oh, oh, even better,” he said and dragged the satin and lace down her legs. “Get that ass in the air and spread your legs, sugar.”
She eagerly complied, glancing down and watching as he lay between her thighs and cupped her hips, pulling her down to his mouth.
“Yes, oh, please, yes,” she encouraged mindlessly as his lips touched her, his tongue flicking out and teasing at her most sensitive nerve endings. He stroked her higher and higher, until one hand snaked up and cupped her breast, pinching her nipple.
She orgasmed so hard she swore she’d levitated for a few moments there before she twisted to the side, collapsing against the covers in a boneless heap.
The whole bed vibrated with his chuckle. Then he kissed her outer thigh. “Seems like you liked that.”
“Mm-hmm.” She lay there with her eyes closed, her body still buzzing, mini aftershocks making her shiver.
“Want more?”
She opened her eyes. He’d taken off his sweats and knelt next to her with a condom poised between two fingers.
“Yes, please,” she whispered.
“I do love it when you say please. Come here.”
With his hand on her waist, he rolled her onto her stomach again, then situated himself behind her.
“Have I mentioned what a fantastic view this is?” he asked after she lifted onto her hands and knees.
She wiggled her hips. He groaned as he removed the condom from its packaging and slid it over his erection. A moment later, she felt the bulbous head nudging at her opening, and she spread her legs wider, her body humming with anticipation.
He pushed into her. They groaned in unison.
“So good,” she said, arching as he gently thrust.
“Better than good.”
He stroked her back, then slipped a hand around to toy with her breast while he kept up a steady rhythm that was both maddening and exhilarating, until she was babbling, “Please, oh please, oh please.”
One of his hands found her nub, and she came apart for a second time. He grasped her hips, thrusting hard, once, twice, three times before he groaned deeply while she felt him pulsing inside her.
Long moments later, he sighed and gently pulled out, dropping a kiss onto her shoulder.
“I’ll be right back.”
He disappeared into the bathroom, returning a moment later without the used condom and with a warm, damp washcloth.
“Thanks,” she said, accepting the gift and cleaning up. When she was done, he lay down and pulled her to him, her back tucked against his front, their bodies touching from head to toe.
