Page 101 of Love in Training
“You want to order in tonight?” he whispers, laying spare little kisses along my neck until I shiver.
“Yes. If we can get something... spicy.” I walk my fingers down to his waist.
He catches my eye, one brow arching over his glasses. “Again?”
I hold his gaze, challenging him to suggest he’s not interested. My hand slides to the front of his pants, where it’s clear that’s not the case. “It’s a great way to start—and end—the day.”
He answers wordlessly, lips soft and warm against mine, cupping his hand where my hair is still gathered in a low chignon. I take the urgent exploration of his tongue as an invitation to climb on top of him. Which seems welcome enough when his big, warm hands find their way under my skirt. I shiver as he traces my legs beneath the fabric, hands hot against my flesh. He groans at my response, keeping his hands moving until they’ve rounded the contour of my hips and he’s grabbed two fistfuls of my silk panties.
I groan, closing my eyes and losing myself as I trace my lips and tongue over his stubbled jaw.
His voice is husky in my ear. “Stay here tonight?”
My mouth tugs to one side, his breath sending tingles over my skin. I still land back at my apartment here and there, but it hasn’t felt the same since the night of the attack. I won’t even enter the building without Rufus by my side, and even then, I seem to jump at every noise. Without my truly realizing it, half my work wardrobe and a toothbrush have already ended up over here. Drew has even started buying my favorite coffee creamer.
“Hmm, I don’t know... hard decision,” I whisper.
In response, he thrusts his rock-hard cock against my center through our clothes. I gasp, arching against him.
Until a cold, wet feeling against my thigh makes me shriek.
I look down to see Rufus wagging his tail next to the couch, gazing up at me with his golden eyes. He’s dropped a soggytennis ball into the limited space between us and seems to think this is a good time to play.
“Ew, dog!” I fling the ball to the floor, wiping at the drool on my skirt. “You are seriously lucky I love you.”
Drew chuckles and sits up, pulling me with him toward the edge of the couch as Rufus retrieves the ball. “Maybe we should move somewhere less crowded.”
He wraps my legs around his waist and powers to his feet, cupping his hands under my ass to hold me up. I gasp at his strength as he carries me down the short hall leading to his bedroom, stopping to press me into every stretch of bare wall along the way, kissing and grinding into me while discarding layers of clothing.
By the time he drops me gently onto the bed, he’s lost his shoes, his chest is bare, and I’m down to my skirt and bra. My panties are so soaked, they’ve left a wet mark on his pants.
“A little privacy, please,” Drew says, swinging the door closed between us and Rufus. This never would have been possible a month or so ago, but the other dogs have had a calming effect on him. We hear a shuffle of paws, followed by a swish of the dog door, and then through the window, we can hear Rufus and Blitz running through the backyard agility course.
“Now, where was I?” Drew asks, crouching down and lifting the edge of my skirt. “Oh, right—under here.”
Cool air hits my hot-and-ready center as he slides my panties off and out of the way. For just a moment, my flesh is exposed and aching, but the space between my legs is soon invaded by his warm and eager tongue.
I buck so fiercely the first time his lips lock over my clit, my ass rises right off the bed. He reaches up with one of his long-fingered hands, somehow freeing my breast from its straining bra cup, and gives my nipple a subtle pinch.
“Oh.”
You might think he’d drop his pants and just go for it at this point, but to my benefit and possibly also my detriment, the man is some kind of cunnilingus champion. He actually pulls back until he’s only stroking my clit with the tip of his tongue. Which you wouldn’t think would do much until you remember the ten-thousand-plus nerve endings in that magic little nub. And when he emulates the same tiny strokes with his fingers against my nipple, I am already strung so tight it takes about forty-five seconds for him to finish plucking me like a violin.
Open windows be damned—I scream.
But my body has gotten to know this man intimately over the past month, and my core pulses as I come down, knowing he’s just warming up.
He makes his way up between my legs, casting aside our remaining clothing until it’s just our two naked bodies, my skin smooth and brown against his pale tan. He lays kisses in a line from my belly button up to my throat, whispering that I’m beautiful as he kneads my breasts in his hands.
His cock rests thick and heavy against my entrance, and I might actually die of anticipation if I wasn’tsurethis was worth the wait. We got testing and birth control discussions out of the way the second night I stayed over. So when he finally slides his impressive length inside me, bare and slick with my juices, it is almost enough for me to come right away.
I have to actively bite my lip, holding myself back as he starts to move. And he quickly finds an intoxicating rhythm made especially for my body, squeezing my breasts together and toying with my nipples as he rocks his hips.
When I am almost incoherent from trying to hold myself together, he gazes down at me between thrusts and says, “Rufus got you a present.”
“He—what?”
I open my eyes, confused about why he’s mentioning the dog now. But the sight of this carved Superman hovering over me,fillingme, is so intoxicating. I run my hands over the relief of his deltoids, pectorals, and ab muscles, and almost can’t believe he’s real.
