“No. Too many clothes.” She sucked on his neck as her fingers took care of the buttons on his dress shirt. He moaned and leaned his head back to give her access, and she thrilled that she’d found an erogenous zone on him.
She got his buttons undone and was pulling his shirt tails out of his pants when he grabbed her wrists and held them apart. In a husky voice that set her nipples to hard points, he uttered, “My turn,” and flipped them around.
Now she was the one with her head thrown back to give him access to her throat, but he didn’t stop there. He laved his tongue across her shoulder, pulling the strap of her dress down as he went. Then he switched to the other side, and his hands worshiped her skin as he fell to his knees.
He pressed kisses to the swells of her breasts, his hands sliding around to find the zipper at the back of her dress. With a tug, thefabric gave way, as he slowly unwrapped her like a precious gift, exposing her strapless bra and the pale pink lace underwear. Luke groaned as he stroked her hips, then reached up to unhook the bra. It fell forward and Maggie breathed a sigh of relief.
His concerned look as he slid his fingers over the red marks the torture device had left behind almost undid her. “Price of big boobs,” she said with a shrug. His only response was to massage her globes, kissing the lines the tight elastic had left behind, erasing the discomfort and replacing it with pleasure. She leaned back against the door, threading her fingers into his hair to keep him there.
When he sucked one nipple into his mouth, she whined. Just dancing had drenched her panties, and they needed to come off. She tucked her thumbs into the lace at her hips, but he stopped her.
“On my head or above yours, I don’t care which, sweetheart.” He told her, giving her other nipple a lick. She shuddered as she complied. “I promised to take my time with you and that’s what we’re doing.”
A whine built in the back of her throat as she clutched his scalp. He chuckled and kissed down the soft swell of her belly, petting and loving on her most hated body part.
“So soft.”
He drew her panties down and tapped her ankles one at a time so she could step out of them. Their gazes met as he drew them up to his nose and breathed her in, and his eyes rolled back in his head. He tucked them into his pocket and stroked over her thunder thighs and her calves. “Would you leave the heels on?”
God, he was just the sweetest, sexiest, filthiest thing. She nodded, and he stood up, divesting himself of his clothes. Her hands moved to his chest of their own accord, her fingers threading through the hair on his chest, his stomach, and finally one hand wrapped around his thick member.
His nostrils flared wide, his eyes closing for a moment, then he grabbed her hips and lifted her into his arms.
“Luke! I’m too heavy!”
“Nonsense.” She heard the smack of his hand before the pain bloomed on her ass. “You’re perfect.”
He walked them over to the bed and tossed her down to the mattress. Maggie blinked up at him, stunned. Sean had never even tried to pick her up, he’d only groused about her weight and eating habits. Her own mother had put her in fat camp as a kid. Not that it had worked.
Luke just… liked her. He didn’t find her sexy despite her weight, it seemed to be a feature.
And now she was out of the moment.
“Where’d you go, sweetheart?” His handsome face hovered above her.
“Nowhere, I just… no one’s ever been able to lift me.”
He snorted. “You’ve been dating weak men.”
You have no idea,she thought to herself. “Kiss me again,” she begged instead.
He obliged, and then they were a writhing mass of hands and moans. Thankfully, she remembered the condoms she’d purchased and drew one out of the nightstand. She pulled one off the strip as his fingers thrust inside her sopping pussy.
“Fuck, you’re so wet.”
“All for you.” He had to pause as he covered his cock, but she was looking forward to getting that beast inside her. She hadn’t been able to fit him entirely in her mouth and she was dying to get him inside her most secret place.
He rubbed the mushroom-shaped head over her slit, paying extra attention to her clit, before lifting her legs and wrapping them around his waist. She crossed her ankles, digging her pink heels into his muscular butt and eliciting a groan from him. Heleaned forward on one hand, the other lining himself up with her.
“You sure?”
“Yes,” she panted, her chest heaving. God, she needed this. Needed him, and his tender heat.
Slowly he slid inside, and the stretch felt so good it made her moan. He kept going, and going, reaching places inside her no one had ever touched before. When his hips met hers, they shuddered as one.
He threaded his fingers through hers and laid her hands up by her head. They breathed each other’s air as she got used to the feeling of him inside her. Testing the waters, she clenched around him, and he groaned.
“Sweetheart… if you do that, I won’t last.”
