Page 89 of Another Fox Bites the Dust
“No? What do you mean, no?” She’s panting, staring down at me, her chest moving up and down rapidly.
My eyes trace the perfectly formed globes.
So beautiful.
I pull my two functioning brain cells together and stand up so I can kiss her again. “Yes to upstairs, but no to condoms.” I run my lips down her neck to the sensitive spot where it meets her shoulder.
“No condoms?” she squeaks.
I lick her neck. She tastes like lust and sugar. “It’s okay.”
She groans, the sound more frustration than arousal. “Is it?”
I pull back from tasting her skin to nip at her bottom lip, which is sticking out in a pout.God, I love her mouth, especially that little piece of pink, kiss-swollen skin.
My entire being expands with anticipation and delight. “It’s fine. It’s great, actually.”
She frowns at me. “What are you talking about? What are we going to do?”
Pulling her against my erection, I thrust against her, making her breath catch in her throat. “I have quite a few ideas.”
ChapterTwenty-Six
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I can’t believe he’s so unconcerned about the fact that we have no condoms. What does he mean he has other ideas? What can be better than—oh.
Once again, he kneels in front of me in the entryway, warm hands nudging my feet apart. Then he pulls my panties to one side and moves closer.
“Oh, God.” I hold onto his head, my legs trembling.
His movements are careful at first, his tongue and lips exerting only the slightest of pressure against my core.
Slowly, oh so slowly, and incrementally, the force increases until I’m panting and squirming and he’s driving me absolutely mad with need.
“Luke,” his name is a groan of frustration. I pull his head closer, needing so much more, and he complies, finally, opening his mouth over me and using the flat of his tongue right where I need it most. Then he groans, and the vibration nearly lifts me off my toes.
When his finger pushes into me, my body, wound as tight as a bowstring from his careful ministrations, releases with a snap, shoving me over the edge, the orgasm rushing up and over me with the intensity of a tsunami.
My knees give out, but he’s already shifted upward to support me.
“I’m not done with you yet,” he says, lifting me into his arms in a bridal carry and hauling my boneless body up the stairs.
I still haven’t fully recovered from the strength of my orgasm when he lays me down on the bed. My eyes are half closed and yet my attention is completely focused on Luke while he tugs his shirt over his head, tossing it to the side. Next his sweats are shoved off, down over his strong thighs, lightly sprinkled with dark hair.
I bite my lip to hold back the groan of appreciation for his lean, muscular form, the definition in his chest and abs, not to mention the bulge apparent even through his navy-blue boxer briefs.
He leans over me, grasping my underwear on either side of my hips and yanking them down and off, tossing them over his shoulder.
Arousal rushes through me, heat filling my center once more.
Leaving his briefs on, he slides over me and captures my mouth in his.
I wrap my arms around him, reveling in the feel of his skin under my fingers, tracing the muscles in his back.
He settles between my thighs and thrusts gently, rubbing his covered erection against my still sensitive, heated flesh.
He licks into my mouth, and I arch my hips up against his prodding length.
