Page 25 of Come Apart
Her eyes rise to meet my own as she unbuckles my belt.
The gentle clink followed by the buzz of the zipper heightens the anticipation.
Not that I need any more of it.
I take a deep breath as she pushes my slacks off my ass.
"Still too many clothes," she remarks, her voice husky.
I'm not going to argue with that.
She traces the waistband of my boxers, completely absorbed by the task.
But she stops at my front, her hand inches away from my cock.
So fucking close.
Her lips curl into a smile, as if she can hear me.
Her hands slip into my boxers. Her fingers slide over my tip.
My breath catches at the delicate touch.
Damn. Heat rushes through my body.
She grips me firmly and strokes me, her eyes on mine.
No more waiting. I need to be inside of her.
"Ally..."
My voice is rough with strain.
She moves her hands back to my waistband and slides my boxers off.
"Mmm. That's much better."
Shit.
I run my fingertips over her hips, down her thighs, to the backs of her knees.
I stand, lifting her legs, pushing her onto the bed so she's flat on her back.
She trembles slightly as I pull her legs apart.
"Luke..."
I shift closer, until my tip is straining against her.
She digs her hands into the sheets.
No more preliminaries.
I slide inside her.
Yes. Hell yes.
She's so warm and wet, and it feels so right. Like I'm home.
