Page 49 of Love Bank
I ripped my mouth away from his. “Less clothing.”
He grunted and found my mouth. Vaguely I registered moving through his house as he kissed me like we never needed oxygen again. Before I could make any further demands, he let go of me suddenly, gravity pulling me back into a free fall. I landed on a soft surface, bouncing once before he was on me again, his lips trailing across my jaw, down my neck, and into the limited cleavage showing above my blouse. I blinked my eyes, wondering where I was only to abandon the mission when he pushed off of me.
“No—”
“Take your shirt off, Lucy,” he interrupted, in no mood for my feeble protests.
I scrambled to get out of my blouse, severely stressing the seams in my haste. But I succeeded, my reward watching Bain’s steel eyes rove over my body, the cool shade now swimming with lust. My boring tan satin bra turned to La Perla lingerie in his eyes. I felt emboldened in a way I’d never been before. If I could turn Bain’s head, certainly I had a sex appeal I’d never associated with myself before.
He unbuttoned his shirt slowly, taking his time, like we had all night. My breathing came heavier, either from the expectation of what was to come or from the sight of Bain’s ripped torso being revealed one inch at a time. Dear Lord, his sperm sample would be worth a small fortune on the fertility market.
Bain whipped the shirt off after the last button was undone. A huge family crest and a terrifying dragon lay across his chest and shoulders. As he moved, the dragon rippled, as if in flight.
“What’s that, Lucy?” Bain growled.
I must have made a noise. A moan. Maybe a desperate attempt to keep the drool inside my mouth where it belonged.
His hand drifted down his torso and my mouth went dry, solving one small problem. The huge silver belt buckle clinked as he worked at it. I started to wiggle there on the bed, unable to contain myself, knowing the zipper was next. This was better than every Christmas morning growing up combined. I’d never anticipated a reveal quite like this one.
Bain paused. “Take off your pants.”
He was barking orders like I was one of his inmates, a behavior I didn’t intend to reinforce, but now, with his voice barely above a gravelly whisper, I couldn’t do anything but comply.
The pants flew off with shaking fingers, leaving me in my unmatched bra and panty set. At least the panties were what I’d hoped to be wearing when I had my first sexual encounter. A black lacy thong seemed perfect for the occasion.
Bain must have agreed. His pants flew off in one forceful tug. The plaid boxers fit his thick thighs but must not have been the right size due to the large penis peeking out the top of the waistband.
“You need bigger boxers,” I added helpfully.
The fire didn’t leave his eyes, but I saw his mouth tug on the side. “You sure about this?”
“Sure about your boxers? Well, no, but I’m fairly sure they’re not big enough to accommodate—”
He leaned over and shushed me with a finger to my lips. “No, sweetheart. About having sex.”
I blinked. “Of course I’m sure. You don’t get to be a virgin at thirty-six without knowing your mind.”
His mouth tugged again. “Good point.”
And then he was gone, standing to step out of his boxers. The sight of his erection, freed and out in the wild, brought me back to the first day I saw him. The way his whole body strained as he approached climax. My head started to swim, knowing I’d get another front-row seat to the most spectacular show on earth.
Bain’s gaze took another sweep down my body, so fierce it felt like an actual caress. My skin puckered into goose bumps as every inch fell under his scrutiny. His cock bobbed as he put one knee onto the bed, hitting my thigh and making my mouth water again.
With a thumb under each band of material over my hips, Bain tugged on my underwear and pulled it down my legs, tossing it over his shoulder. He zeroed in between my legs, his rough hands gently pushing my knees to the side, exposing me to him fully. I resisted only a second, but even that tiny pause caught his attention.
“Are you sure you’re sure?” The words sounded forced.
Not trusting my voice, I nodded vigorously.
A single finger swiped down my slit the second my head movement gave him permission. My hips jackknifed off the bed at his touch. That finger entered me right as he leaned over and flicked his tongue against the part of me that ached the most.
My eyes squeezed shut and I swear I saw heaven or at least outer space with stars dancing behind my eyelids. I became vaguely aware of Bain’s hand pushing down on my stomach, but the sensations were too much. My head was spinning and I wasn’t really sure what all he was doing down there. I just knew if he stopped and asked me another damn time if I was sure, I might just strangle him.
A pressure built in my torso, like a balloon inflating with each stroke of his tongue and each thrust of his fingers, which had multiplied somehow, stretching me in the most delicious way. I couldn’t help but move, needing some sort of defense against the onslaught of nerve endings firing in my body. My legs twisted on the bed and then closed around his head. The balloon popped and I flew through the sky, shuddering as I went, unable to hold myself together.
But still Bain didn’t stop. Even as I blinked my eyes open, wondering where I was and who I’d become after my trip to a magical place I never wanted to leave but had to because it was just too much for a mere mortal to withstand, his mouth began climbing up my body, plucking at my skin.
“Take it off.”
