Page 118 of How Good It Was (Excess All Areas 3)

“I do. It’s in the red toiletry bag.”

Swiftly finding it, he placed the oil on the bedside table, and returned to the foot of the bed. He crawled between her knees, pausing to slip her panties down her legs. He kissed her ankle, the side of her knee, the soft part of her inner thigh. By the time he flicked his tongue over her clit, Willow was already wet.

Gripping her hips, he pressed her into the bed, restricting her movement. “Still, flower. Or I’ll stop.”

He grinned at the way her muscles tensed beneath him. When he pressed his tongue between her lips, her groan registered at the base of his dick. No drum beat, no chord change, and certainly no lyric ever sounded as good as a Willow when she was turned on.

He tongued her at the pace he knew she loved before sliding two fingers inside her, curling them upward to hit the place he knew would detonate her. It took four seconds before she pushed free of his restraint, her back arching as she came.

“God, I love the taste of you,” he said, wiping his chin on his forearm. “My turn.” He reached for the oil and drizzled it on her chest. Once he’d placed the bottle back on the table, he began to massage her breasts. Round, sweeping movements alternated with tugs and squeezing of her nipples that became juicy and red under his ministrations.

When her body was warmed up, he placed his knees either side of her ribs, and used his hand to press his dick to her sternum. “Squeeze them together for me, flower,” he said, gruffly.

The sight of her breasts enveloping him was so fucking hot. Easing back and sliding between them even hotter. “Jesus, Will. Feels so good.”

He looked from his dick to her face, all flushed from her orgasm. It was primal instinct, the need to mark her as his. He sped up, and she adjusted her grip. His dick slipped out and he groaned.

Good fucking thing because he was two seconds away from completely desecrating her by coming all over her chest and face.

Willow placed her hands on his thighs. “Are you okay?”

“Never better. Come here.” There was a chair by the window, and he sat on it, pulling her between his legs. “Turn around, straddle me, and ride me.”

Without thought, she did as he asked. Shuffling back until she was right where she needed to be, hovering above his dick. He loved her arse that she kept in shape with all those squats and lunges. He loved the curve of her spine and the set of her shoulders. He loved the way her waist nipped in.

From the back, there was no reminder she was pregnant.

It was just the two of them for a precious moment.

Perhaps he’d meant to tell her how good it felt. Or how hot she looked, reverse cowboying his dick. Instead, an unintelligible groan escaped him as she sat on him. She leaned forward, placing her palms on his knees, and began to move.

“Yeah, just like that,” he encouraged, gripping her hips, helping her lift and lower, taking him deeper each time.

“God. That feels so good.” He could feel her nails digging into his skin, the slight pinch of pain helping bring everything into focus.

“I love you, Willow.” He stroked his hand down her spine, then tapped her arse.

She glanced over her shoulder to look back at him. Her cheeks were pink, a slight sheen of sweat on her forehead, and a sparkle in her eye. “I love you too.”

Sheer curtains protected their privacy, but the idea that the London skyline and all those people were just the other side of them turned him on even more.

“Oh, Luke,” Willow cried, her movements losing rhythm. She was really close. He could feel her walls tightening around him as she squeezed him.

“Come on me,” he urged, gruffly, getting off on the way she lost that sheen of innocence when an orgasm was within reach.

She rolled her hips against him, shaking as she fell apart.

Without giving her time to recover, he lifted her off his dick, and shoved her back onto the bed, before sliding his dick back between her tits and gripping them himself, using his thumb to keep his dick in place.

He was so close.

Watching her ride him, knowing she loved him. “Yes,” he muttered, looking to the ceiling as he took a deep breath.

“Do it, Luke. Come on me. Please.”

The orgasm crashed down his spine, drawing his balls up tight as he came on her. “Flower,” he gasped as wave after wave of pleasure rolled through him.

When the shudders eased, he looked down at her, noting his cum on her neck and love and acceptance in her eyes. Gently, he let go of her, placed his fists either side of her head, and kissed her.

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