Page 83 of Open Secrets
Letting go of her hand, I smirk and grab her breast, feeling her nipple harden against my palm. "Now let this old man do what he wants," I say, voice rough with desire.
She giggles as my lips replace my hand, her laughter vibrating against my mouth.
"Old man," she teases, still on her side, fingers threading through my hair. "You still act like the sixteen-year-old who saw boobs for the first time."
"Hey," I mumble against her skin, "you'd be fascinated too if the first car you ever drove was a Ferrari."
She smiles, arching into my touch. "Ferrari, huh?"
"Damn right," I say, trailing kisses down her body. "And I still can't believe I get to drive it every day."
I shift Maria onto her stomach, trailing my kisses down her back. The laughter dancing in her throat transforms into a sharp gasp as my lips trace the bumps of her spine, one by one, like counting blessings. Her hand fumbles behind her, fingers tangling in my hair, pulling me closer as if she can't bear even an inch of separation between us.
"Lyle," she breathes, my name becoming a prayer on her lips.
The moonlight paints silver stripes across her skin through the blinds. I take my time, savouring each inch of her. When I reach the small of her back, I gently part her, my tongue tracing lower. She buries her face in the pillow, muffling sounds that would wake the kids for sure.
I reach around with my left hand, finding her leg and raising it, opening her to me. The position makes her vulnerable, exposed, and I feel her momentary tension before she yields completely, trusting me with every part of herself.
"God, Maria," I murmur against her heated skin. "You drive me crazy."
She turns her head to the side on the pillow, her voice a desperate whisper. "I'll go crazy if you don't get inside me." When I don't move immediately, she adds more urgently, "Now."
I shift my position as she begins to turn. Moving behind her, I settle us both on our right sides on the bed. The cool air of the room raises goosebumps on her skin, so I reach for the sheets, pulling them up to our waists. I don't want her getting cold.
My right arm slides beneath her body, finding her breast. I cup the soft weight of it in my palm as my other hand guides me to her entrance. She's so wet that I slide in with one smooth thrust, both of us gasping at the sensation.
"Fuck," I groan against her neck, feeling her clench around me.
She pushes back against me, setting a slow rhythm. "Don't stop," she whispers, reaching behind to grip my hip, urging me deeper.
I obey, moving within her with measured strokes.
My lips find her neck as she raises her leg in the air, giving me room to move faster, deeper. Her pulse thrums against my tongue, skin salty-sweet with sweat. I grip her thigh, holding her open for me as I drive into her with renewed purpose.
"Yes," she gasps, her hand reaching back to grip my hair. "Right there."
The sheets tangle around our ankles as we move together. I'm lost in her—the scent of her skin, the soft moans escaping her lips, the way she clenches around me when I hit just the right spot. My teeth graze her shoulder, and she shudders.
"Don't stop," she begs, pushing back against me. "Please, don't stop."
I have no intention of stopping. Not when she feels this good. My hand slides from her thigh to between her legs, finding her slick and swollen.
"Fuck," I groan against her ear as my fingers circle her. "You feel amazing."
Her breathing quickens, shallow and desperate against the pillow. I can tell she's close from the way her nails dig into my skin, the frantic way she pushes back against me. Her body tenses against mine, trembling with each thrust, her inner walls pulsing around me as I drive deeper.
"Oh god, Lyle, I'm—" The words catch in Maria’s throat, transforming into a moan that rises dangerously in volume.
I move my left hand from between her legs, covering her mouth just as she breaks. Her scream vibrates against my palm, muffled but intense. Her body convulses, back arching, thighs quivering as she rides out her release. I hold her tight against me, my right arm wrapped around her middle, anchoring her as she shakes.
"That's it," I whisper against her ear, still moving inside her, gentler now. "I've got you."
Her teeth graze my palm as the aftershocks ripple through her. When her breathing finally steadies, I slowly remove my hand, replacing it with my lips against the curve of her neck.
I keep moving inside her, my rhythm growing more desperate with each thrust. The heat of her body surrounds me, pulls me deeper. My muscles tense as pressure builds at the base of my spine, that familiar tightening that means I'm close.
"Maria," I groan against her skin, my voice barely recognizable.
