Page 102 of Putting Out
Rolling off her to gain access to her other breast, he trailed a finger from one tip of her breast, down into the swell between the two valleys and then up to the other tip that seemed to beg for his attention.
Reilly twisted under the onslaught of his unhurried touch and reached down to remove the shirt, but Luke stopped her with another kiss.
“Nope. Shirt on. But I think we’ll take those pants off.”
On his side now with his head propped on one hand, he used his other hand to trace the invisible line down the center of Reilly’s body. His finger stopped just above her belly button and then dipped in. She squirmed, which made her breasts jiggle so he did it again. Then he was pulling at the strings that had been tied in the center of her pants and watched in great fascination as the bow came undone and the string loosened its hold on her waist.
Slipping his hand inside, he felt her whisper-soft blond curls and then as he continued to explore, he found her wet heat. Reilly twisted her body again as he dipped his middle finger just inside her. Ruthlessly he held it still until he knew all she could feel was the sense of barely being penetrated.
“Do something,” she muttered, arching her hips up in an effort to bring him farther inside, but instead of plunging ahead he removed his hand and rested it on her stomach. Her muscles clenched under his caress and he wondered if the next time she asked him to hit her in the stomach if it really would hurt her.
His little warrior.
Reilly sat up on her elbows and glared at him. “Why are you stopping?”
“I’m not stopping. Just giving you a chance to catch up.”
Reilly rolled onto her side so she was facing him. She smiled and leaned in to kiss him as slowly as he’d done, this time with her tongue taking the lead. She tasted the same toothpaste she’d used from his bathroom and for some reason, that made her ridiculously sentimental about what they were doing. A normal couple, making love, after both brushing their teeth at the same sink with the same toothpaste. She couldn’t say she hadn’t done the same with either of her former husbands, but with them it just hadn’t mattered.
Nothing mattered as much as it did with Luke. Why hadn’t she realized that sooner?
Just as he did with her she found where his shirt didn’t meet his boxers and she ran her hand along his exposed back. She knew from experience the gentle swell at the small of his back right above his buttocks was particularly sensitive to touch. She used a single finger to trace a circle there and watched his eyes close on a deep moan.
Then she brought her hand around and ran it along his furred chest. The hair on his chest was darker than his light brown hair and she was tempted to make him take off his shirt so she could see him as well as touch him, but shirt removal was against the rules for tonight.
In some ways it made it sexier. Touching him, feeling his nipples hardened into little buds, using her hands to guide her instead of her eyes, made it seem more intense. She followed the path of hair down his belly and then dipped under the elastic band of the boxers.
She paused there with her fingers just inside the band and listened to his breath quicken.
He opened his eyes when she continued to keep her hand still and she could see in them the gleam of impatience.
“What are you waiting for?”
“I wasn’t sure this was allowed,” she teased. “You know as soon as I touch you, you tend to get a little crazy and the next thing you know we might end up having wildcat sex.”
Luke said nothing, but grunted and pushed her hand lower. She found his shaft and circled it with her fist and listened as he moaned in delight. He rolled onto his back and she got to her knees to have better access to his body. She spent time squeezing and teasing until without warning, she dropped down and took the tip of him in her mouth. There she held him captured, the heavy head of his cock inside her warm wet mouth. It was his turn to squirm as he reached for the back of her neck to either move her lower or force her to release him altogether.
“You’re killing me,” he whispered when she resisted his efforts.
Reilly lifted her head with one last lick to study her handiwork and was very satisfied. The heavy thrust of his arousal called to her body and she knew she didn’t want to play anymore.
Understanding the look on her face, Luke acted. He pushed the boxers down over his hips and kicked them off his legs. Reilly did little more than wiggle out of her loose pants and climbed on top of Luke, settling herself so that her wispy dark blond curls brushed against his erection each time she moved.
“I like nice sex,” he sighed as he wrapped his hands around her hips and pulled her higher over her him.
Then as if struck by a thought, he rolled on top of her.
“Missionary style seems appropriate tonight.”
Reilly laughed and wrapped her thighs around his hips locking her ankles together.
“Just as long as we can mix it up every once in a while.”
She watched as Luke reached down between his legs and pushed his sex against where she was slick and swollen. A gentle push and she could feel her body accept him. He braced his weight on his hands, flexed his hips again and sank deeper. Reilly moved her hands on his ass and then again she was reaching for that spot at the small of his back that she knew made him howl like a dog in heat.
Luke tipped his head back and groaned. And she could feel the sound of it deep in her gut.
He pushed against her again until he was buried to the hilt and waited until she’d adjusted to his size within her. Then he began to rock against her, nothing urgent, nothing that would push them both toward climax too quickly. Just the deep steady motion of two bodies sliding back and forth against one other.
