She lightly sucked her teeth. “Yes, but that was before.”
“Before, huh?” He dragged a hand over her hair, letting the silky strands slide between his fingers. “Before what, exactly?”
“Before you climbed on top of me and made me realize that I can sleep anytime, but I can’t do this with you for much longer.” Her teasing smile sputtered. “Oh. I didn’t want to make this morose.”
“Then don’t.” He made a trail of kisses across her cheek and down her neck and he reached down to bracket his thumbs over her hip bones under her skirts. “We get to decide how to spend our time. And I’m not planning on sitting around watching you cry, unless it’s crying out my name.”
She arched off the mattress. “You’re wicked.”
“And you love it.” He put one hand under her skirts, getting between her legs. “AndIfucking love how you are always accessible here to my hands.”
“What should I be like?”
He put his mouth against her ear, but didn’t touch. “In my time women usually wear panties, but you make it easy.”
“W-what are panties?” She gasped as he rolled his fingers over her. Wet. Slick.
He eased the tip of one into her, swirling her center. “They cover up all of this.” He cupped her. God, she was so wet for him. He wanted to be inside her and never come out.
“Oh, drawers. All women wear them in your time? The linen itches.”
“Sometimes they’re made of silk.”
“Sounds scandalous.”
He slid his finger inside her, deep, and then another, feeling her body adjust, welcoming his gentle invasion. “I’ll tell you what sounds scandalous. When you get this wet for me.” He pushed in and out, slow and intense.
She shivered, squeezing her eyes closed.
“Oh no, I don’t think so.” The corner of his mouth kicked up. “Look down and see what I’m doing to you.”
She licked her lips before opening one eye and then the other.
“That’s it,” he growled. “I want you to know who is taking you so good.” He unbuttoned his pants with a swift motion, hastily tugging down the flap, freeing his cock. He stole a quick glance at her face and found himself ensnared by the longing in her eyes. “You’re going to watch everything I’m gonna give you, right?”
She cast her gaze down between them, bending her legs and letting them fall open to the sides. “I’m watching.” Her words came out a whimper.
A snarl tore from him. He charged down between her thighs and devoured her sweetness until she shuddered against his tongue and moaned his name. While she was still convulsing, he crawled up. She barely blinked, utterly focused on his cock as he sheathed it into her. When he reached the hilt, she gasped.
“God, you smell so good,” he grunted.
She kept her head angled to watch as he rode into her, raw but reverent. His body felt on fire. “I can’t get enough of this. You drive me fucking wild.”
She quaked around him, her body hungry to milk him.
“Such an eager little thing. You know exactly how I like it.”
She shivered, sending surges from the base of his cock to the pit of his flexed stomach like summer lightning. The smell of their sex hung heavy in the air.
He focused on every sensation, didn’t want to miss a moment, not when so few were left. They lit up together—kindling igniting, before falling together, panting and spent.
“I could do that forever.” Lizzy jutted out her chin, lazily tracing a finger along his collarbone, her nail gently scratching at his skin.
“You have amazing stamina.” He grabbed her hand and kissed the palm. “I’ve got to work to keep up with you.”
“Is that a problem?”
“Nah. I like it. You’re a challenge.”
