Her lips tickled mine as she panted, her sweet sex working in a little circle. I cupped her cheek and ate at her mouth as she took her pleasure. I’d been wanting to give it to her for so long. So fucking long. Her hands found my chest and slid down, mapping their way along my torso. It was nothing in the scheme of things, but that simple exploration, the way she whimpered and gasped into my mouth, sent licks of heat over my skin.
When her slim hand reached my cock and squeezed me through the barrier of my boxers, a groan tore from me. I shuddered, so close to coming from a furtive grope in the dark it would almost be funny if I weren’t so worked up.
“Take it out,” I rasped, flexing my thigh, knowing she’d feel it. I needed her hand on my bare skin. “Please.”
Deftly she stole beneath the waistband and wrapped her fingers around my needy dick, giving it a firm tug. Then I was the one whimpering and gasping, fucking into the clasp of her hand because it felt so good. Sweet relief, hot pleasure. Alive. She made me feel alive.
My trembling hand found the curve of her waist, where her sleep shirt rumpled between us. The tips of my fingers slid underneath, finding silky skin. “Em.” I kissed her. “Can I see you?”
Please. Please.
Emma suckled my lower lip, her hand busy stroking me, but she pulled away enough to catch my gaze. Her eyes were glassy, lips swollen and wet. “Take it off me. Take it off.”
As though she couldn’t breathe. I’d help her.
I tried to get the shirt up but then huffed out a laugh. “You’re going to have to let go of my dick, honey.”
She kissed me again, a greedy press of lips. “Don’t want to.”
I grinned, my chest filling with liquid light. “Believe me . . .” I kissed her soft mouth. “I’m torn up about it too.” I found her neck, licked her slick skin. “You can have it back real soon.”
“Oh, I will.” She smiled, a wicked glint in her eye, and nudged closer, riding up my thigh, then let me go. I felt the loss immediately but didn’t waste time in pulling the shirt off her. Moonlight colored the breasts I’d been trying so hard not to think of pale silver, nipples dusky shadows. They trembled, nearly touching the wall of my chest as she breathed, her arms around my neck, her gaze wide with anticipation.
“Christ, you’re beautiful. So fucking beautiful, Em.” She’d be beautiful in the pitch dark.
The curve of her bare breast filled my palm, and we both made a noise of pleasure. I tweaked the hard bead of her nipple, loving the way her lids fluttered as her lips parted. She arched into the touch, her head tilting to the side. I kissed my way along her neck, pinching that sweet nipple, tugging it.
Oh, but she liked that, whimpering and wiggling, lifting those sweet tits up higher in encouragement. I dipped down and dragged my tongue along one beaded tip. The sound she made was so dirty, hot, and greedy my dick pulsed. Holding that succulent breast plumped in the palm of my hand, I licked, sucked, and kissed it the way I’d been dying to.
“Lucian . . .”
She needed more, her hips grinding on my thigh with uncoordinated motions. My free hand moved to her ass—that spectacular ass—and gripped it.
I hauled her up close, my mouth finding hers. “Ride me, honey.”
I worked her on my thigh, holding her ass as she rocked the slick heat of her sex up and down its length. Emma’s breasts tickled my chest with every upward thrust, her lips feathering over mine. Our breath mingled, and I stole a kiss, messy and frantic. My cock throbbed for release, fucking ached for it. But watching her lids flutter, the way her gorgeous face strained with pleasure, made it worth the torture.
“I’m going to come if you . . .”—she gasped, nibbled my lower lip—“keep doing that.”
“Good,” I grunted, flexing my thigh, bouncing her. Oh, she loved that. “Come all over me, honey. Let me see you move.”
Her head fell to my shoulder, her lips nuzzling my neck. She rocked and ground on my thigh, getting it hot and wet. But her clever hand slid down and found my needy dick once more. I made a noise that sounded a