Page 38 of Never Say Never


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When my anxieties threatened to get to be too much, I left the bedroom.

Luke walked in with a big bag of takeout food from one of our favorite restaurants. From the moment he saw me, it was pretty clear that he thought he wasn’t using his hands to their best advantage, so he dropped the food on the table and lunged for me.

His hand traveled down my spine, tracing the ins and outs, down to the slope he really wanted to sample. He patted my bottom and stroked the stretchy dress up and down.

“No knickers,” he whispered approvingly.

“Thought you’d like that.”

“Thought right.”

The kiss was long and thorough, just like his attentions to my bum. The hem of the dress was pulled up almost immediately and from the back I’d have looked very much like that tennis player in the poster, if she’d been wearing stockings and had a man’s hand wriggling in between the cheeks of her ass. He’d prised them apart slowly but surely and by the time our tongues had worn themselves out in each other’s mouths, his fingers were stroking a firm, insistent rhythm up and down the crack.

I was so wet I had to clamp my thighs together, which made me squeeze my muscles, which made him notice straightaway.

“Oh, Lis, I don’t think I can wait,” he groaned into my hair.

I didn’t think he could either. He was rock hard, pushing into my pelvic bone.

“Go and get that dress off. I’ll put the food in the oven to keep warm.”

I almost ran into the bedroom, discarding the heels, the earrings, the dress only minutes after putting them on.

By the time he followed me, I was propped invitingly on one elbow on the bed, one leg crossed over the other, trembling with anticipation.

“Get those legs open.”

He flung off his jacket, did that sexy thing with his tie that makes it snake around under his collar then crack like a whip as it breaks free, and fell on his knees on the bed.

He grabbed my thigh, making me squeal, and then dived in, feasting ravenously and a little unexpectedly on my juicy pussy.

I suppose I’d thought he’d go straight for the main event, having waited this long, but the greedy tongue on my clit gave me no cause for complaint, especially when I came uncontrollably within a couple of minutes.

“You were nice and wet,” he observed, looking down at my heavy-eyed, immobile form as he finished undressing. “Something on your mind? Something bad girls might think about? Eh? Getting you all hot and horny while you wait for me to come home and give it to you?”

“You know it.”

“Yeah?” His grin was rakish. “Been thinking about that, have you? Sitting at work squirming in your seat? Thinking about what I’ve got in store for your arse when I get it out of that prim work skirt and onto my bed? Well, I’ve been thinking about it too. A lot. Good thing people couldn’t see how hard I was under the desk.”

“Were you as hard as you are now?” Surely he couldn’t have been harder.

He squinted down at his erection.

“Pretty much. Are you ready?”

“Ready?” I shuddered. Here was the line, right here. I could cross it, or I could stay safely in the land of the unsodomized.

“Ready to take me up your gorgeous arse?”

He was practically salivating.

I answered by sitting up and slowly arranging myself on all fours, knees and elbows on the mattress, bum up high, presented in the way he most treasured. I gave it a little wiggle, expecting him to grab that lube and set to work.

Instead, he took his time. I listened to the drawer open and shut, then felt the mattress tip southward as he knelt in position behind me. My shoulders tensed, waiting for the uncapping of the lube bottle, but first he spent luscious moments kissing and caressing my cheeks, filling me with giddy lust.

I wondered for a moment if he was going to go further than he’d ever gone before and slide his tongue down between my cheeks, but eventually he turned back to the bottle and the now-familiar sensation of cold liquid oozed onto my exposed bud.

I sucked in a breath and tried not to tense my ring when his forefinger dipped into the slippery midst, spreading it around the circle in gentle, firm revolutions. He edged closer and closer to the epicenter while I concentrated on keeping myself loose and open, letting the desire overcome the fear and take control of my body.

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