was the sort of thing she did when she was with him. Oh, this was divine. Delicious. When she broke the kiss, blinking down at him in surprise, he gave her one of those wicked smiles and murmured, “Whatever you do, don’t start thinking.”
Which Laura thought was excellent advice.
He planted one of those big, bold hands on her arse, ran the other through her hair, and pulled her down to kiss him again. Just like that, the only thing in the world was his mouth licking and gasping against hers, and his greedy hands, and the lustful rhythm he drove through her veins. The only thing that mattered was having him. That, and being had.
She felt the rigid outline of his erection beneath her, so she rolled her hips and shifted and fidgeted while he groaned—“Fuck, Laura, what are you…?”—until she found the perfect position. There. That thick, stiff pressure was flush against her aching pussy, her skirt gathered around her knees, his jeans rough against her underwear. Perfect. Perfect.
She rocked her swollen clit against his hardness and Samir hissed, hips jerking. “That’s it, angel,” he rasped, his eyes impossibly dark, inescapably hungry. “You look so beautiful, Laura. So beautiful right now, rubbing yourself all over my cock, blushing for me…” He ran one of those calloused palms over her throat, her chest, touching her as if he couldn’t stop. Then his hand moved lower, sliding beneath the neckline of her dress, cupping her aching breast. She released a jagged cry, and he smiled, too slow and fucking sexy to bear. “Sensitive, love?”
“Yes,” she gasped.
“Too much?”
“No, no, no, keep, fuck—”
“You are so turned on,” he murmured, almost talking to himself. He bit his lip as he kneaded her aching breast, just on the edge of roughness. “I want to keep you like this. Forever. Always.”
“Ohhh, God,” she moaned, her hips working faster, her breaths coming out in frantic whimpers, something impossibly hot and right and good swelling inside her.
“Why’d you have to be so fucking beautiful?” He sounded so genuinely put out, his voice hoarse and hopeless, that she almost laughed. But then his other hand—fuck, those hands were never still—snaked beneath the fabric of her skirt, and oh, she wasn’t laughing anymore.
He pushed her hips away from the delicious pressure of his dick, and she released a low, desperate whine. Then he kissed her hard and fast, a gunshot claiming of the lips, an electric thrust of his tongue against hers. “Shh,” he soothed, and she felt his palm, firm and hot over her pussy, searing through the fabric of her underwear. He pushed the heel of his hand tight against her aching clit, and she whimpered. “That’s better,” he murmured in her ear. “Yeah? That’s better, isn’t it, love?” But he already knew. His middle finger eased over her mound, spreading those pouting lips through the cotton, the sensation muffled and just short of perfect.
“Oh, please, more,” she gasped, rocking against him. “Touch me. I need—I need—”
Then he hooked a finger beneath the fabric of her knickers and pulled them aside. She felt cool air hit the wet heat of her pussy, and apparently, that was what she needed.
“Fuck,” she gasped. “Fuck.”
He slid one thick, blunt finger over her slippery flesh, circling her entrance, sending sparks through her body as if his touch contained lightning. “So fucking wet,” he muttered, his cheeks dark and flushed, his eyes heavy-lidded, his voice thick and low and decadent. “Like this, angel?”
“Inside me.”
“I fucking wish,” he gritted out, even as he eased two fingers into her. She whimpered at the slick stretch, that delicious glide as he filled her, the sound of her own wetness making her blush. But it was hard to feel too embarrassed with the heel of his hand firm against her clit, and the thick intrusion of his fingers spreading her open just right, and his heated gaze pinned to hers.
“You know how I’d fuck you?” he murmured. “I’d fuck you from behind. You’d like that, wouldn’t you?” He curved his fingers inside her, stroking her, until she moaned and sank her teeth into her lower lip. “I’d have you on your knees. On all fours. I’d spread you open with my fingers and watch my dick push deep into this hot, sweet cunt.” Oh, fuck. She wanted that.
He rubbed against a place inside her that made stars swirl before her eyes, and then he did it again and again, until pleasure swelled through her like a sunrise.