Page 54 of Nothing At All

She stepped out of the jeans and kicked them aside before lifting her hands to peel her bra away. I sat back on my haunches, tracing a finger along the curve of the underside of her breast.

“So beautiful,” I murmured and caught a glimpse of her smile. Desire heavy in my gut, I hooked a finger in her panties and tugged them down, the sharp scent of her arousal all around me. My fingers in a vee, I slid them over the plump flesh between her thighs, dipping between those lips. Her indrawn breath hung loud between us, and I groaned. She was dripping. “You’re wet for me.”

“Yes.” She tangled her fingers in my hair.

Palming her thigh, I hooked her leg over my shoulder and leaned in to drag my tongue over her.

“Oh. Yes.” She tilted into my face, nails scratching my scalp. “Please.”

I chuckled against her before I cupped her ass and angled her toward me for the best access. Breathing her in, I licked and sucked, touching her, feathering my fingertips along her lips the way I knew she liked. I was hard and leaking precome, a wet spot growing in my boxer briefs, jeans uncomfortably snug.

Her head thrown back, Lila tilted into my face and rubbed against my tongue, small noises of pleasure falling from her lips. Her hand gripped the back of my head, pressing me closer. I sucked harder.

I’d give her anything, everything, she wanted.

Her fingers flexed in my hair, her other hand digging into my shoulder. A moan vibrated all through her, and I groaned, her orgasm rippling under my fingers, on my tongue.

Making her come made me feel like king of the world.

She rode it out, riding my tongue, my fingers, her wetness drenching my lips and chin. I supported her with my arm, nuzzling her as she came down, stroking my hair. Her thigh trembled next to my neck.

With a shaky sigh, she lowered her foot to the floor, tightening her grip on my hair to urge me to my feet. She leaned up to kiss me, going for my waistband, fumbling with the button. “I want you.”

I jerked my t-shirt over my head, fumbled my jeans down, and she laughed, wrapping her arms about my neck as I lifted her and carried her to the bed. I sat on the edge, but she scrambled off my lap.

“No.” Breathless, she stretched out on her back. “I want you on top.”

I blinked. “You sure? I read it’s harder for–”

“Dan.” She reached for me and pulled me down between her thighs. Slipping a hand between us, she circled me with her fingers, rubbing the pre-come all over the head of my dick. The sensation zinged straight to my balls and ripped a groan from my throat. “Please.”

Muscles jumping in my gut, I leaned over her while she touched me. I planted a hand on the bed, hissing between my teeth.

With me hard and cradled in her palm, she guided me, rubbing the head over the wet heat between her thighs.

“Feels good, baby.” I could barely breathe, it was so good. I wrapped my hand over hers and positioned myself to slide inside her.

Home. She was home for me, the intensity swamping me. She was it for me, and I was alone in that.

Eyes closed, I breathed through the surge of terror and the wash of pleasure, wrestling down the adrenaline. She was wet and hot around me, like sliding into heated silk.

She framed my neck with her palms, urging me nearer. “I want you close.”

“I’m here.” Kissing her temple, I angled my hips back and thrust deep. She stretched under me, tilting her hips to meet each of my strokes. I squeezed my eyes shut, lost in her, keeping the fear at bay.

Fear wasn’t my friend.

Still, with her wrapped around me, consuming me, I was absolutely lost.

Chapter Sixteen

Lila

Dan shuddered in my arms, pumping once more deep and hard into me, a guttural groan vibrating from his chest. I held him close, stroking his nape and shoulders. With my face pressed to his throat, pleasure still thrumming through me, I breathed him in.

He was right – missionary wasn’t the easiest position for me to climax, but he always took care of me, made sure I came before he did.

And I liked being engulfed by him like this.