lifetime's not enough," she said, when they parted again, face soft and filled with emotion. Her hand went to the buttons on her shirt, and slowly she opened it, revealing lingerie so pale he could see her nipples through the fabric, tight and dark. "Boots," she said, lifting her chin.
Pesky footwear. He enjoyed wearing boots, but not the mechanics of removing them when lovemaking was on the horizon. He might have to institute a "no boots" rule in the house he built. Bare feet only. Or flip-flops. He couldn't give up California altogether. Trace pushed off the bed and removed the offending footwear, followed by her leggings. He dropped to his knees, pushing her thighs wide. "Let me see you," he said, taking in the damp spot and the dark shadow of closely trimmed hair. He gazed up at her, memorizing the dusky pink that colored her cheeks, the way her lips were swollen from his kisses, her eyes dark and hazy with desire. He leaned in, placing a kiss on her mound, surrounding himself with the sweet perfume of her arousal. "Perfection," he murmured, gently biting the fabric.
"Oh, Trace," she said, voice quivering.
He pulled aside the bottom panel of her panties, sliding a digit across her slick, swollen flesh, wanting to thump his chest at the little sighs and noises she made as her arousal grew. Her hands pushed at the fabric, hips rising like an offering. "Hang on sweetheart. I hope you weren't planning on keeping them."
"Buy another," she panted, grabbing at the elastic.
"I'll buy you ten." He fisted the elastic with both hands and pulled. A tear pierced the silence, and then another as he made short work of her lingerie.
She inhaled sharply. "Oh... that was so... hot."
A quiet laugh escaped him. "Know what else is hot?" He pressed hot open-mouthed kisses across her mound, at the crease of her thigh, before giving her what she was practically begging for. "Your perfect cunt," he rasped knowing she loved it when he talked like that. He followed his declaration with a long slow lick, coating his tongue with her arousal, slowly lapping at her clit, then tasting her all over again.
With a groan, her hands came to his hair, clutching and pulling. "Two... seconds," she said between gasps, before shattering with a cry, flooding his mouth with her perfect essence.
She was fucking incredible, the way she came instantly like that - because of him. He licked and suckled, squeezing her thighs as she rode out her orgasm, only stopping when she sighed deeply. He pressed a kiss to her thigh then lifted his head, wiping the back of his hand across his face.
Her eyes heated. "Okay, that's hot, too. And while I prefer you with a beard, I don't mind if you shave it occasionally, because..." she grinned and shook her head. "Holy smokes, Trace."
He quickly removed his pants, cock springing from his boxer briefs, heavy and thick. She propped herself up on an elbow, reaching for him, encircling his shaft. "I've missed this," she said, smacking her lips while squeezing and stroking, then palming the slick tip, spreading his pre-come.
He stretched out next to her, but only after teasing her nipples through the thin fabric of her bra. "Lose this," he rasped. A moment later it joined the pile of clothing on the floor. When he'd taken his fill of her nipples, and she demanded more, he paused. "How do you feel about making babies?"
She lifted her head, eyes wild. "Right now? You want to have this conversation right now?"
He nodded, waggling his eyebrows.
"I can't believe you."
"Answer my question," he said, giving her a little pinch.
She shook her head. "Not yet, but someday?"
"How about five?" He nipped her collarbone.
"Five?" she squawked, socking him in the shoulder, before groaning when he flicked his tongue across a taut peak. "I'm thirty years old, I'm not having five children. Do you know what that would do to our sex life?"
"Mmm... just think of how much fun we'd have making all those babies," Trace licked a trail between her breasts and across the soft swell of skin.
Her voice hitched. "Think about how much fun we'd have pretending to make all those babies?" The last word came out strangled. "How about one?"
"We could adopt." He brushed his fingers over her clit, light as a feather. Her hips rolled into his, pressing for more friction.
"Ohmygod yes, Trace."
"Yes we could adopt?" She lifted her head to glare at him and he bit back a