Page 56 of The Harborer
He knew what she was doing—she was poking around the subject of his dad. Well, he was not about to let Mickyorhis father ruin tonight.
“We’ve been trying to live down his reputation ever since.” He rolled her onto her back and took her mouth, one kissflowing into another and another until there was no beginning and no end.
“I’ll tell you what’s really scandalous, though,” he murmured against her neck. “It’s the fact that we have so much unfinished business to take care of.”
He kissed a path down her throat and over her chest, landing on a bud he flicked and licked and swirled with his tongue. Her sighs and squirms told him he’d succeeded in distracting her.
“My turn for a question,” he whispered, lifting his head and interrupting his mouth’s assault for a beat.
“Hmm?”
He trailed his hand down to her belly button and gently probed the intriguing stud decorating it, but he couldn’t make out the shape by touch alone. “When did you get this?”
“Um, three or four years ago? I think.” Her voice was thick, far-off. Then she pressed his head to her other breast. “Please don’t stop.”
Chuckling, he went back to work, tending to her a little more forcefully. “Better?” He’d revisit that stud and figure out what it was later. Something to look forward to.
“Mmm, yes. So good.”
His hand drifted down until it found what it sought. She cocked a knee and let her leg drop to the side, opening herself up to him. As his mouth worked over her breast, he pushed a finger into her slick heat, pulling a moan from her. Her body was a sensual live wire, and the way she responded to his touch made the caveman inside him beat his chest.
“More,” she implored. When he peeked up at her, her eyes were squeezed shut, and one hand clutched the sheets while the other dug its digits into his scalp.
He added a second finger, and she gasped, releasing the sheet and gripping his bicep. A third, and her body bucked. She drew her bottom lip between her teeth and bit down.
Working his fingers in and out, he grew fascinated by the way her body writhed. Eager to discover what gave her the most pleasure, he changed the angle, the friction, the tempo, studyingher beautiful face as it contorted with her rising euphoria. Euphoriahewas delivering.
When he thought she was on that brightest of edges, he added his thumb and sucked her nipple hard. Instantly, her nails bit into his bicep, and her entire body spasmed.
“Oh, my God! Oh, Shane!”
The sound of his name as she cried out nearly undid him right then and there. He gritted his teeth, holding himself together as he rode out her orgasm with her, loving the shifting expressions on her face as she came down. Every single one was a work of art.
Her eyelids lifted, and she looked down at him with something akin to wonder in her eyes, and they hadn’t even done the deed yet. He felt like a god.
He crawled up her luscious body, delighting in how the flush from her climax gave her skin a rosy-golden glow, and settled beside her. Arm draped across her chest, he covered a breast and nuzzled her neck and earlobe. “I love your skin.”
She craned her head to look at him. “You do?” The uncertainty in her voice slayed him.
He feathered his forefinger across her cheek. “Yeah. I love how soft it is. I love the color. I always have.” He pushed tendrils from her face and tucked them behind her ear, his eyes mining hers. If she could see into his soul, maybe she’d believe he meant every word.
The back of her hand glided up and down his arm, then strayed to his chest. She flattened her palm against his left pec before skimming it across his abdomen, making his muscles contract. Soon her fingertips danced over his weeping cock. Unable to stop himself, he groaned with her caresses.
“I want you inside me, Shane,” she whispered.
Without a word, he sat up and snagged a condom from the end table that doubled as a nightstand. She watched his every movement as he tore it open and rolled it on. Then he hovered above her, forearms bracketing her as he held himself back, straining not to plunge inside her. She surprised him when shetapped his shoulder in a signal for him to lie back. Letting her take charge, he stretched out and watched her straddle him, arranging his sheathed cock in front of herself. A small, suggestive smile played over her lips while her dainty fingers stroked him.
She was feminine sexuality and hotness on steroids—a sensual sensation overload.
God, had he died and gone to heaven?
Apparently not because an instant later, she lifted her bottom and slid down his shaft, taking him in, inch by mind-bending inch. In that instant, hediddie and go to heaven.
Holy mother of …!
Leaning forward, she planted her palms on his shoulders. Her eyelids fluttered closed, and her lips softened and parted. She began to rock slowly.Hiseyes remained wide open, and he roved his shameless gaze all over her, from her long hair hanging like a lacy curtain over her swaying tits to the stud gleaming in her belly button to her triangle devouring his needy cock.
Her smooth thighs pressed to either side of his torso, and he ran his hands along them until he cupped her ass, helping her ride him harder. Soon his eyes closed too, and he was thrusting up into her, nothing in his conscious mind but the sensation of being enveloped by Amy, the smell of her filling his nose.
