Page 54 of Wine and Research
Her breath was hitched, and the air around them heated and crackled. She was on the fast track to combustion, and he couldn’t wait to take her there.
With her hair out of the way, he put his mouth back on her neck while he slid his hands over her back, to her sides, before slipping around the front of her to stroke her ribs. He could feel her barely breathing, waiting for his next move. She needed the touch as much as he needed to touch her.
He was hard as a rock, tenting his sweatpants. But he didn’t care. Elle first, then he’d worry about him.
“So soft,” he murmured against her neck while he cupped her gorgeous breasts, brushing her nipples with his thumbs, wringing another gasp from her lips.
He did it again, then moved his hands to her legs, positioning them on either side of his, spreading her open.
“Jeremy…” she whispered, her hands still on her head, holding the position with a trusting sweetness that nearly did him in.
“I gotcha,” he said, reaching up to grasp her hands and move them down to her knees. “Keep them there.”
She nodded.
He caressed the inside of her legs, loving how her breathing turned shallow, before he cupped one of her gorgeous breasts again, teasing her tight peak while his other hand stayed south, sliding between her legs.
A needy noise left her lips, and she shifted her hips forward as if trying to meet his touch. But he wasn’t going to be rushed. He kissed a path over her shoulder while he stroked the spot where her thigh ended and her sweetness began.
“Jeremy…” she muttered and spread her legs further.
Needing no more encouragement, he slid his finger inside, and groaned when he found her deliciously wet.
He closed his eyes and forced his body back under control, all while he explored her sweetness.
When he reopened his eyes, he noted her white-knuckled grip on her knees while she began to rock her hips. Her eyes were closed too, her head falling back against his shoulder, and her breast bounced decadently in his other hand.
“I need…more,” she whispered without opening her eyes, but her hips upped their pace.
So did he as he slipped his finger deeper inside.
She moaned, straining against him. “Yeah...”
Strung tight, she panted, arms taut, and he could feel her trembling from the tension gripping her.
She was close.
Wanting to get her there, he added another finger and light pressure with his thumb, brushing her neck with his mouth and nose.
The combination set her off. Elle cried out as she shattered, and he didn’t stop his ministrations until she slowed her bucking.
He removed his fingers and set both hands on her hips while she recovered. Her heavy breathing and little tremors shaking through her were signs that he’d delivered the first part of her pleasure.
Because as always, he was far from done.
“Wow.” She turned her head to try to look at him. “You always know what I need.”
He smiled and kissed her cheek.
“So, can you tell what I need now?” she asked, twisting around to face him and his eyes nearly rolled back in his head at the sensation of her breasts brushing his chest and her sweet heat centered over his rock-hard erection beneath his sweats.
After clearing his throat, Jeremy nodded. “I’ve got a pretty good idea.” He smiled. “A back rub?”
She chuckled. “Not now. I’ll give you another hint.” Then she undulated her hips.
Muttering under his breath, Jeremy cupped her ass and stood, then carried her down the hall to his bedroom, where he set her down on his bed.
She scooted back. “It’s cold in here.”
