Page 29 of Ripple Effect
I release her nipple, to her dismay, but I surge upward and capture her moan with my lips. Her hands have slid out of my hair, and one slides down my back and into my shorts, pulling me flush against her body. The other wraps around my shoulders; her legs wrap around my hips, pressing her core into me. Imprinting herself on me. I grind my erection into her.
Her lips wrench away from mine on a gasp, and I know down to my core, neither one of us is coming out of tonight the same as the way we went in.
I cup Libby’s other breast, holding it as my other hand drifts its way down to the joke of triangle silk she’s been wearing beneath her dress. With a quick yank, I snap the strings obstructing me from getting to the heart of her. Cupping the heat, I let out a sound I’m not quite certain is human when I realize she’s as wet as I am hard. I stroke my fingers through the thin curls covering her until they dance over her clit.
Libby moans. Her legs drop from my hips and begin to shift restlessly on the bed. “Oh, yes. More,” she begs.
Pulling the scraps of silk out of the way, I return my hand to begin circling my thumb around and around her swollen clit that’s so sensitive, Libby’s practically levitating each time I touch it. Sliding down her body a bit, I situate myself so my head’s in line with her breast. Just as I plunge two fingers into her tight, wet heat, I press against her clit and take the hardened nipple of her other breast into my mouth, sucking deep.
And Libby detonates, scoring her nails deep into my shoulders as she comes.
I let her down gently before I reach over the side of the bed for my jeans. Quickly sliding on a condom, I smooth my hands up her arms until our fingers are twined. Her eyes flutter open. I don’t know what I expect to come out of her mouth, but it sure isn’t “The gentlemanly thing would be to let me die in my perfect puddle of bliss.”
I shake my head because the grin on her face belies her words. Releasing one of her hands, I lift her leg and press it back toward her chest. Nudging her opening with my cock, I raise a brow. “Want to try again?”
“Yes, please,” she says immediately.
I pause, waiting for her to continue. When she doesn’t say anything, I nudge myself in a tiny bit further. And hold.
“Oh, you mean you want me to say something to make you want to push that cock into my…”
Yeah, there’s only so much I can take. I press my hips closer, gritting my teeth as her inner walls begin to clamp down. “Pussy,” she whispers. “Push deep into my pussy, Cal. I want it. I want you so, so much.”
And I push through the tiny muscles until I’m lodged deep into the woman I’ve only dreamed of having. After I release her leg, Libby promptly wraps both around me and reaches up to pull my head down to capture my lips in a brief kiss. Her lips keep moving around my face, touching down like a butterfly here and there.
I haven’t even started to move, but already it’s the best sex I’ve ever had as her nipples nestle themselves in my chest hair and her pussy clenches and releases all along my cock. God, if it’s this amazing now, what’s it going to feel like when I start to actually fuck her?
Libby grins. “I don’t know, but anytime you want to get started, I’m on board with finding out.” My head drops as I realize I spoke out loud.
I grin at her sass though. “Well, this time, I know a surefire way to deal with your mouth,” I declare. Pulling out, I slam back in hard and deep. I’m rewarded by a long moan and her clenching down so tight, it’s like nothing I’ve ever experienced.
And shock washes over me as my hips pull back and push in again. I know I never will.
Because it’s Libby.
Push, pull, each time I do, Libby’s hips rise and fall in cadence with me. Until finally, finally, she clenches and releases so hard, her orgasm is ripped from her a second time.
Burying myself inside of her, I come long and hard, whispering the only thing that matters.
Her name.
“Libby,” I moan against the side of her neck.
Her hands smooth up and down my slick back even as shudders still rack her body.
Even as our heart rates return to normal, I know nothing is ever going to be the same.
Nothing.
Because I didn’t just have sex with Libby. For the first time in my life—I made love. I just don’t know if she realizes it.
* * *
We spend allthe next day in bed before I had to prepare to head to DC for a last-minute three-day jaunt the Admiral called me about late in the afternoon. I have to deliver a proposal to grant Alliance an exclusive contract with the Navy for intel in the Med and North African theater with him tomorrow afternoon. Since all I have to do is throw a few suits in a bag, I plan on staying with Libby as long as possible.
I was less than my normally unpleasant self on the phone—something Yarborough took great pleasure in pointing out—since I’d had less than twelve hours wrapped around the woman I’m quickly falling for before being jerked back into reality.
Libby did her best to soothe the bitterness away by joining me in her shower before I left. “Really, Cal, it’s only three days. I’ll be here when you get back,” she told me as she rubbed the washcloth up and down over my chest. I withstood her slow torture for about three minutes before I boosted her against the wall and crushed my mouth against hers under the rain shower head.
