Page 65 of Second Time Around
“Sorry not to enjoy these more, but they need to come off,” he said, jerking them down over her hips.
“I’ll handle this part,” she said, maneuvering so she got one leg free, leaving them around the other knee.
At the same time, he had unzipped his jeans and rolled on a condom.
“Guess you like it when I’m on top,” she said, remembering the night before.
He slid a finger inside her, making her contract with pleasure. “You do, too.” He pulled out his finger and sucked it into his mouth. “God, that just makes me harder.”
She braced her hands on the leather upholstery on either side of his head, while he positioned his cock at her opening and curved his fingers around her hips. In one explosive motion, he pulled her down while he thrust upward, seating himself inside her with swift efficiency. Nothing like the slow sensual entrance of the night before, but just as insanely arousing.
And then he held her while he drove into her in a relentless, ever-accelerating rhythm, his breath blowing sharp and fast against her cheek. All she could do was dig her fingers into the leather and hold on as his motion sent tendrils of arousal whirling through her to wind together in her belly.
“Ahh!” He threw back his head against the seat cushion and pumped inside her, the force of his orgasm pushing her toward the limo’s ceiling. She tightened her inner muscles, giving both of them an extra boost of pleasure. “Ahh,” he murmured more quietly, lowering his hips as he came down from the high of his climax.
She was so close to finishing that she considered reaching down to touch herself. But she’d rather have Will’s clever fingers on her, so she waited while his breathing slowed. It was hot to feel him soften inside her while he idly stroked over her hip bones with his thumbs.
“Sorry,” he mumbled. “It wasn’t gentlemanly to come first.”
“I liked it,” she whispered into his ear. “I made you forget your manners.” She took great satisfaction in her ability to unravel his smooth, polished control. It struck her that maybe she was making a mistake. Maybe he didn’t like what she did, since he’d been brought up not to give in to his feelings.
“It was the waiting,” he said, his eyes still closed. “Waiting and thinking about you. That would bring out the caveman in anyone.” So he recognized the primitive side of himself.
“Delayed gratification is good for the soul.”
His eyes opened and something wicked lurked in them. “Then your soul must be very noble at this moment. Time to change that.”
His grip on her hips tightened, lifting her so he could slip out. He set her beside him on the seat, her skirt still rucked up to her waist, before he stripped off and disposed of his condom. Then he pivoted and came down on his knees on the limo’s plush carpeting. He hooked his hands behind her knees and spread her thighs so he could kneel between them.
“A delicious chaser for me,” he said, pressing her back against the seat while he pulled her knees up onto his shoulders.
“Will!” Her position opened her to his gaze and she felt a flush of shyness.
“I want to taste you when you come,” he said. And then his mouth was on her. It took only a few strokes of his tongue on her clit before her muscles convulsed with a wrenching burst of release, sending her arching up off the seat. She felt his tongue spear inside her as she clenched and eased, his touch driving her to another mind-bending orgasm.
As she relaxed down again, her body still rippling with aftershocks, she felt the palms of his hands against her bottom, supporting her. He lowered her to the seat and then gave her buttocks a lingering squeeze before sliding his hands out from underneath her. The feel of his palms against the rarely touched flesh sent another flickering response through her glowing insides.
Will slipped her knees off his shoulders, so she sprawled on the seat, her legs still on either side of his thighs. Sitting back on his heels, he licked his lips and gave her a lazy, satisfied smile. “Andrew Marvell would be proud,” he said. “‘Thy willing soul transpires at every pore with instant fires.’”
“‘Let us roll all our strength and all our sweetness up into one ball,’” she quoted back. “‘And tear our pleasures with rough strife through the iron gates of life.’”
“Was I too rough?” He sounded concerned.
“I’m quoting Marvell, not commenting on your technique.”
“In that case, ‘Thus, though we cannot make our sun stand still, yet we will make him run.’” He moved to the seat beside her, pulling her onto his lap once more. “Marvell had an interesting idea about using sex as a defense against time.”
“The little death to ward off the big death,” Kyra said, snuggling in against the soft cotton of his polo shirt. “I’m not sure that threatening her with worms and the grave sets quite the right mood for hot sex, though.”
“It speaks to the most basic human instinct, the survival of the species. When faced with imminent death, we are driven to have sex one last time. It’s a powerful persuasion.”
“I feel like I’m back in lit class. I miss those days when we threw around words with wild abandon.”
“You’ll do it again,” he said, his voice ringing with certainty.
She felt too mellow to argue with him, but that dream had slipped away. She banished the niggle of sadness that threatened to make her eyes tear up. Or maybe that was just the postcoital blues.
“I miss it, too.” He sounded surprised.
