Page 55 of Noble Neighbor
While his mouth nipped and sucked on the one, his hand explored and caressed the other until Sunnywrithed under him, incoherent, her hands either tugginghis hair or pressing his head closer.
Oliver moved his mouth farther up, closing over the soft flesh where her shoulder joined her neck. Then up to her ear, nipping lightly, and across to her mouth. Instead of joining his lips to hers, he pressed a light kiss to the corner of her mouth.
And lifted off her to sit on the side of the bed.
“Oliver?”
He looked over his shoulder while undoing his belt. She’d levered to her elbows, wantonly displaying herbreasts below the bra still attached to her arms and lyingacross her upper chest. “Got some clothes to get rid of before we can continue.”
She grinned and fell back to a prone position. “Right.”
Oliver bent and yanked at his boots. Beige lace flew past his face and landed on top of them. As fast as he could, he pulled off his socks and stood, turning to face the bed.
Sunny lay stretched across it, her one hand toying with a breast, the other slipping into the lace still covering her groin.
“Stop, Sunny.”
Her lips curled into a pout as she muttered, “You left me hanging, Oliver.” And lo-and-behold, the minx edged her hand farther beneath her panties.
He reached down and caught hold of her wrist. “If youhaveto do something, play with your breasts, but your orgasm is mine.”
“Oliver,” she whined but complied.
Holy hell. Watching Sunny playing with her breasts was a huge turn-on, and he made quick work of his task, shucking pants and boxers in one go. He took his straining erection in hand, stroking one, twice, and fought for control.
Sunny moaned.
Oliver groaned.
He leaned over her, hooking her panties with his forefingers, and pulled. Slowly.
As desperate and hard as he was, he wanted this final unwrapping of all that made up Sunny Jones to last. Only once would he see her naked for the first time. He swallowed as he revealed the trimmed, dark hair covering her.
Bending, he placed a reverent kiss on the curls. Again, her smell filled his nose, and fuck, he almost came right there and then.
Without further finesse, Oliver tugged off the scrap of lace and climbed between the legs she parted for him.
He lowered his body as eager arms reached to pull him down. He positioned his weeping cock at the edge of her pussy.
And when he surged in, it was all the way home.
15
No expectations
She woke alone. As she’d requested. Sunny shifted under the warm covers, the cotton soft against her bare skin. Tender bare skin.
It wasn’t hard to recall the wonderful feel of Oliver’s hands as they’d skimmed across her body, caressing, exploring, bringing her pleasure in the most sublime manner.
And when he’d finally moved over her, filling her, they found the age-old rhythm of lovers taking andgiving, rushing toward that wondrous peak before fallingover the edge and shattering together, nothing else existed but the two of them and the fusing of their bodies.
Never had she felt such a connection, such a rightness in sharing her body with another.
She’d had a handful of lovers since that first time on her granny’s quilt, but last night … bloody marvelous.
A smile slowly bloomed across her face. Oliver had felt the same, she knew. He’d collapsed over her whileshudders still shook their bodies and buried his face in her neck, his mouth open against her skin, breathing heavily.
It had taken a couple of minutes before he leveredhimself onto his elbows and stared at her, his hands smoothing damp tendrils of hair off her face. “I’d very much like to do that again.”
