Say Hello, Kiss Goodbye - Jacquelyn Middleton Page 0,139
“We’re all set. Don’t worry about a thing.”
“Tarquin, are you really sure? Sometimes girl on top increases, you know…the flow.”
He settled beside her and kissed her temple, his mouth brushing her ear. “The wetter, the better, right?” he whispered, erasing Leia’s furrowed brow.
Pressing his lips tenderly down her neck and along her collarbone, his fingers curled under the band of her panties but went no farther, waiting for Leia’s okay. He didn’t have to wait long.
She pulled the fabric from her hips and edged onto her side, yanking the panties down her legs. Folding the cotton material over her pad, she left her underwear on top of her jeans splayed on a chair.
Thanks to that asshole Tyler, I know she’ll feel vulnerable about this no matter what I say. Tarquin’s heart ached. But I’ll do all I can to help her feel beautiful, comfortable, and safe. He smiled as she picked up the lube and climbed back on the bed. “C’mere, gorgeous.” He kissed her tenderly on the lips. “How do you want me? Slow and gentle? Hard and fast?”
“Hard and fast.” Straddling his thighs, she nudged his shoulders back onto the stack of plump pillows. Her chest rose and fell, her determination undeniable. “I want you so bad it’s obscene.” She dropped the bottle of lube on the crumpled blankets. “I won’t last long.”
“Nor me.” Tarquin’s heavy gaze snagged on her breasts, her nipples erect and begging to be sucked. I’ve fantasized about this so much over the past ten months, it’s surprising I haven’t worn out my dick. He cupped her breasts and gently squeezed, their soft curves, luscious weight…all his and no one else’s. But memory-fueled wanking is nothing compared to her silky fullness in my hands, the grind of her hips against mine, or the intoxicating heat of her, wet and tight, riding me.
He glanced up, meeting her eyes, dark and primal as she lurched forward, crushing his mouth with hers. Tarquin clutched her waist and greedily drew her into his chest, the desperate caress of her tongue, her sweet taste arousing moans of joyful pleasure and erasing the angst of months spent apart. He kissed her deeper, faster, shifting slightly so the press of his erection gave her no doubt he was ready, leaving it up to her to call the shots.
She drew back, her pouty lips parting in a giggle as Tarquin’s hand threaded through her hair, its softness between his fingers, its scent arousing memories of snooker tables and macarons, Tower Bridge and cozy moments holding her in his arms.
“It’s good we’re not in Rupert’s house.” She grabbed the lube and squeezed it twice into her palm. “Might get loud!” She snapped the lid closed.
“Bring the noise, Ginger.” Tarquin chuckled and leaned forward, leaving a curve of open-mouthed kisses along her jaw as Leia’s hand skipped past his abs, her fingers taking ownership of his hot, hard cock. Her confident, slick strokes up and down urged a loud moan free from Tarquin’s mouth. “Your hands…ahh, I’ve missed them. I’ve missed you,” he gasped, the ache of anticipation building as she shifted back and bowed her head, her mouth joining in.
Fucking HELL! Tarquin groaned and melted into the pillows as her tongue flirted with his tip and teased around the head while her hands worked their magic. “Ohhh, god!”
With one hand, she gathered her hair out of the way and took him deeper, sucking gently at first before increasing the pressure, her eyes smiling, watching him lose it.
Leia isn’t shy about getting me off. Always makes it extra wet and slippery. So fucking hot! His thighs twitched, the wet suction sending shockwaves surging through his body. If she keeps this up, I’m gonna come, but this is supposed to be about her. Fingers digging into the mattress, he fought through a strangled gasp. “Leia…?”
Her lashes fluttered as she popped off, her grin rising into a cheeky dare. “Betcha I’ll come first.” Her hand slid down his shaft and back up again, teasing.
Tarquin met her challenge with a strangled growl. “Come fuck me, gorgeous.”
Raising up on his elbow, he reached over, grabbing a new condom from the bedside table. Tarquin tore open the wrapper with his teeth as Leia added more lubricant to her hands and played with his impressive length gliding up…then down…and up, a wanton glint in her blue eyes.
Minx! She loves torturing me.
With Leia’s help, Tarquin put on the condom and settled back, enjoying the view.