Page 122 of Love ad Lib
‘Are you still too, er, warm?’ She kept her tone as innocent as possible.
He sighed. ‘Yeah. I’d like to lose the trousers, but I don’t want to make you uncomfortable.’
Off! Off! Off!‘Makes no difference to me,’ she replied casually, trying not to squirm with anticipation.
He stood and unbuttoned his trousers.Fucking hell. All she needed to do was kneel, turn right and his cock would beright there.
The trousers dropped to the floor, and Henry stepped out of them. Libby kept her eyes glued to the fire whilst her peripheral vision took in everything it could.
‘Better?’ she peeped.
‘Getting there. How are you doing?’
Not very well, actually, I need to have sex with you right now.
She shrugged. ‘I think I hurt my shoulder earlier, jumping from the rope swing.’
‘You did? Are you in pain? Do you need to see a doctor?’
She forced herself to not roll her eyes. Henry was too sweet for his own good.
‘I’m fine.’ She brought a hand to her shoulder, trying to rub her back. ‘I just think the muscles need loosening.’
‘Would, er, you like me to have a go?’
Keeping her gaze on the fire, she attempted extreme nonchalance. ‘If you don’t mind.’
‘Not at all. I’d do anything—’ He cleared his throat. ‘Not at all.’
She turned her back, her heart jumping up into her throat and undid the buttons on the front of her dress. ‘I think it might be more effective if my dress wasn’t in the way.’
‘Yes,’ he instantly agreed. ‘It would be much better.’
Before she could second guess herself, she lifted the dress over her head and tossed it to the ground. She took off her bra, trying not to gasp as the cool night air touched her breasts, then lay on her front, her head facing away from him.
‘Does that work for you?’ she asked.
He didn’t reply, but placed his warm hands on the small of her back, sweeping up either side of her spine and massaging her shoulders.
Oh god. She bit her lip to stop a moan escaping.
His strokes were firm and confident, easing out knots she didn’t even know she had and turning her insides to honey. A throbbing beat of pleasure pulsed deep within her and she had to force herself to stay still. She’d never felt so drunk on desire before, so close to spreading her legs and begging him to thrust his cock inside her and make her come.
‘How does that feel, Libby,’ he asked, his voice low.
‘Amazing,’ she breathed. ‘Please, don’t stop.’
His hands continued to move over her skin, lower and lower until they grazed under the top of her underwear and kneaded the flesh of her bottom. She bit down on her fist as she moaned.
He hooked his finger under the fabric of her pants. ‘Should we lose these?’
‘Yes,’ she whimpered. ‘They’re in the way.’
He drew them down her legs and off, leaving her completely naked before him.
His hands returned to her skin, kneading her calves with firm, sure strokes. She inched her legs apart a fraction and his breath hitched. She couldn’t tell what he could see in the firelight, but she wanted him to see all of her. She wanted him to want her as much as she wanted him.
His hands moved higher, his thumbs moving up her inner thighs, getting closer and closer to her aching centre.
