Page 180 of Dangerous Encore
Slowly, she lowers herselfontome.
Fuck, thatfeelsgood.
I stare into Lacey's eyes as shetakesme.
She swivels her hips in that perfect figureeight.
I bring my hands to her chest and play with hernipples.
She presses her palms into my shoulders, rocking her hips, driving me out of myfuckingmind.
I get lost in the feel of her skin, the sounds of her groans, the divine friction of heraroundme.
Pleasure spreads out throughmybody.
I bring one hand to her head and pull hercloser.
And kiss herharder.
She kisses back, pressing her chest against mine, groaning againstmylips.
Torturing me with those perfect figureeights.
We stay locked like that, kissing, touching, fucking, until she'sthere.
She tugs atmyhair.
Her groans vibrate downmyneck.
Her cunt pulsesaroundme.
Then I'm there, holding hercloser.
Kissingherhard.
Digging my fingers into the flesh ofherass.
Once I spill every drop, I wrap my arms around her and I bring her nexttome.
Lacey collapses onto mychest.
Her palm presses against mystomach.
Her head rests against myshoulder.
We hold each other as we catch ourbreath.
She looks up at me. "That was two." She motions to the clock. It's 11:40 p.m. "You have twenty minutes tohitfive."
"You think I'm not goodforit?"
She shrugs, coy. "Whoknows?"
"You really want to come until youpassout?"
Shenods.
"I'm going to test youonthat."
She presses her lips to mine. "Perfect."
