Page 80 of Come Apart
But she still shifts her body into mine. She wraps her legs around my hips, her hands still digging into my back.
I smile. "You aren't even trying to be convincing."
"Uh-huh." She nods, sinking her body into mine. "If I wanted to convince you, I'd step up my wardrobe."
I slide my hand under her T-shirt, my T-shirt actually. It's clinging to her, highlighting every inch of her tits.
Her nipples are hard little points, showing through the slightly sheer white fabric.
"I like this wardrobe." I drag my fingertips over her soft skin. She feels so good.
She arches her back, fighting a deep desire to close her eyes. "But you'd prefer I get rid of it?"
I nod and slide my fingertips over her nipples. She groans, squeezing her thighs around me. I cup her breasts, rubbing my thumbs over her nipples slowly. She's putty in my hands, moaning and squirming and digging her hands into my back.
She kisses me again. It's hard and desperate, a demand. I squeeze her tighter, rub her harder. She moans into my mouth.
My blood rushes to my cock. All of her is soft and sweet, and I need to drink in that need. I need to feel her shaking and screaming around me.
She pulls her lips away from mine and brings them to my ear. "Fuck me, Luke. I need you inside me."
Jesus. That never gets old.
I pull her shirt, my shirt, over her head. She shudders, arching into me. Her eyes are on fire. She wants me. She wants me badly.
Is anything hotter than being so wanted?
I throw away any intentions of teasing her until she begs me. She's already begging me. She's already desperate. And I need to be inside her, to make her feel so good she could die.
She kisses me, hard. Her tongue is in my mouth, her hands are on my shoulders. I slide my hands over the curve of her waist, soaking in the feeling of her soft skin.
My hands find her hips, and I pull her boxers to her knees. She shifts to help me, then kicks them off her feet.
I take a long look at her. Her delicate neck. Her lush tits. The dramatic curve of her hips. She's perfect and she's mine. She's in my lap, her thighs pressed into my hips, her eyes on me like she can't wait to fuck me.
I drag my hands back to her hips, and I pull her closer.
She groans, shifting into me, squeezing me tighter. "You're wearing too many clothes."
I nod and I press my lips against her neck. She sighs. Digs her nails into my shoulders again. It's sharp, a tiny hint of what I'll feel when I make her come.
I drag my fingertips over her thighs. She groans, holding on to me like she'll fall over if she loosens her grip. I stroke her inner thighs as softly as I can. Until she's shaking.
"Luke..."
I slide my fingers over her clit. She gasps and digs her nails harder into my shoulders. Her body shifts into mine. Her lips find mine. She kisses me, hard, plunging her tongue into my mouth as I stroke her.
She releases my kiss, shifting so her tits are pressed against my cheeks. It's practically a plea. I draw circles around her nipple with my tongue.
Her nails sink into my skin. Her eyes press together as she groans. I stroke her again, draw another circle. Again. Again. Again.
She moans, pressing her body into mine, her breasts into my mouth. I suck on her nipple, harder and harder and harder. I bring my free hand to her chest, cupping her breast and rubbing my fingers over her nipple.
And I stroke her. Again and again and again.
Her legs shake. Her nails dig into my skin. She's panting, groaning, practically clawing at my shoulders. It's such a fucking beautiful sight, and I need more of it. I need her screaming in my ear, her nails so deep in my shoulders they draw blood.
I need to feel her come.
