Page 75 of So Right
She took him deeper again, sucking hard. Lights danced behind his eyes. “Kelsey, I’m not going to—” His orgasm built, but she pulled way with an audible smack. He heard her breathing, hard and fast, and just barely managed to hold on.
“Should we move to the bedroom?” Her voice was dark and husky and so damn seductive, he couldn’t stand it.
He sat up and pulled her to straddle his lap. “I don’t care where we go. I just want you. Now.”
She pulled her shirt off and unfastened her bra, letting it fall between them. “So take me.”
With a grunt, he cupped the underside of her breast and pushed it up as he lowered his mouth to devour her nipple. She thrust her hands into his hair once more, tugging at the strands, but he was heedless of any pain—just a persistent, thrumming lust that only she could satisfy.
But it was more than lust. So much more. He couldn’t wait to come with her, but at the same time didn’t want it to ever end.
He wrapped his arms around her waist and stood.
She sucked in a breath. “Whoa.Luke.” She wrapped her legs around him as he carried her to the bedroom. He lifted his mouth from her breast and claimed her lips. Their tongues met in a deep kiss that seemed to speak all the words he couldn’t form just now.
In the bedroom, he stood her at the end of the bed, then undid her jeans. Gently, he pushed them down over her hips, along with her underwear. She sat on the edge of the bed, and he knelt to take off her boots so he could get her completely naked. Realizing he wasn’t completely naked, he stripped his underwear off then pushed her legs apart and knelt between them.
She opened her eyes and there was a silent, still moment where they just looked at each other, their bodies barely touching. He stared into her pale-blue irises and gently touched her inner thigh, dragging his knuckles along her soft flesh. Her eyes narrowed infinitesimally, and her lips parted.
He worked his hand higher until he grazed her cleft. She opened her legs a little more, and he used his thumb on her clit, stroking and pushing then tweaking it between his fingers. Little pants escaped her mouth, spurring his need ever higher.
Keeping his gaze locked with hers, he slipped his finger into her. She wilted a little and clasped his shoulders. He slid in as far as he could go, then withdrew. Her fingertips dug into his flesh. This time, he put two fingers into her, thrusting slowly. She gasped, and her eyes finally closed. “Luke.”
He wrapped his other hand around her neck. “Open your eyes. Look at me when you come.”
He withdrew his hands until she acquiesced. Her eyes came open, and in their depths, he saw pleasure and awe and something he couldn’t define. He imagined he looked the same. At least, that was how he felt.
“Tell me when you’re close,” he rasped. He pumped into her faster now, his thumb flicking her clit. He brought his face closer as he held her nape tight in his grip.
Her breathing came faster as her hips moved with his hand. “Yes. More.”
He quickened his pace, driving into her as her impassioned cries filled the room.
“I’m close. So close.” Her eyelids fluttered. “I can’t.”
“Look at me.” He cupped her neck and brought his lips almost to hers. He could feel her breath.
Her muscles contracted around his fingers as she cried out. He claimed her mouth as he took her cries into himself, kissing her deep and hard.
After she quieted and her body subsided, he withdrew from her, going to his nightstand to grab a condom. When he returned, she took it from him and stood up from the bed. “My turn,” she said, her gaze dark and commanding.
He arched a brow. “What do you want?”
“You. On your back.” She pivoted and lightly pushed against his chest.
He fell back as he watched her. She was lean and beautiful, her nipples dark pink peaks atop lush, silken globes. Her waist tapered to slightly flared hips, and her long legs beckoned him to bury himself between them.
She came around to the side of the bed and leaned one knee down as she bent to slip the condom along his shaft. Her touch sent him to the stratosphere, reminding him of how close he’d been in the living room. Then she threw her leg over him and positioned herself above his hips. She gripped his cock and brought it between her thighs.
Slowly, she came down, her sheath taking him in. He tried to hold back, to let her take charge, but he just wanted to grip her hips and drive into her. Forcing himself to lie back, he directed his attention to her breasts. They swayed above him, tantalizing and gorgeous. He reached up and cupped them, his fingers tweaking and pulling on the nipples while he massaged the soft flesh.
She took him inside her to the hilt, her hips grinding against his. Her inner thighs hugged his hips as she rocked against him, slowly at first, teasing him. Buried in her wet heat, her muscles clenching around him, Luke fought to keep a handle on himself. But then she began to move faster. He didn’t want it to be over. Not yet.
He rose off the bed and snaked his hand around the nape of her neck, drawing her down so he could kiss her. She held him by the shoulders and angled her head to kiss him, her tongue plunging deep into his mouth. After a moment, she broke free, gasping as her hips worked over him. He took her nipple between his teeth, tugging the flesh before soothing it with his lips and tongue.
She pushed him down, her palm flat on his chest as she rode him faster. She arched up and ground down, her hips snapping against his. He tried to hang on, but he was too far gone. Pleasure rushed through him and plunged him headfirst over the edge into pure ecstasy as his orgasm tore through him. He yelled and bucked and barely thought to touch her, putting his fingers against her clit and coaxing her orgasm forth.
She bored down on him so hard that it was like coming a second time. White lights danced behind his eyes as he rode the wave of bliss.
A moment later, she bent over him, her breasts grazing his chest. He wrapped his arms around her and held her close as he pressed his lips to her temple, then her cheek. She turned her head and kissed him, her lips moving gently over his. Her breath, soft and sexy, mingled with his, and he could only think that he never wanted this moment to end.
He brushed her long hair back from her face and cupped her head, kissing her as he rolled to his side. He stroked her cheekbone, her jaw, and she sighed into his mouth.
Reluctantly, he left her. “Be right back,” he whispered.
After disposing of the condom and cleaning up, he came back to the bed. She’d crawled under the bedcovers, her body curled up and her hair tossed carelessly over the pillow. He climbed in behind her and gathered her close.
She sighed again and pressed a kiss to the back of his wrist. “Good night.”
Contentment filled his soul. “Good night.”
