my resilience. But I’m never sure how guys will react, especially with this one.” A gentle shrug raised her shoulders. “That’s why I wore my dress the first time we had sex.”
“And the second time…” Doggie style from behind—fucking incredible. The semi in his underwear throbbed, growing firmer with the memory.
“Yeah. That was good!” She bit her lip, meeting his eyes again. “I didn’t know if I’d see you again, so I thought I’d spare us any awkwardness. And trust me, it can get awkward.” Her fingers skimmed up his happy trail, sparking goose bumps in their wake. “Guys get squeamish. They zip up, make excuses…”
“You’re kidding?”
“Well, not that I have a huge number of hookups to go by but…yeah, it’s happened. People want perfection.”
So true. I only thought she was perfect because… well, she’s perfect for ME. I didn’t mean she’s flawless. I’m not; no one is.
Leia sat back, clearly comfortable with her scars and being naked, apart from her barely-there lace panties. “So, what about you, Tarquin Octavius Balfour?” She shifted the macaron box closer. “What are your thoughts on the perfectly imperfect?” Leia glanced down at the last cookie, her expression darkening. “Oh! Speaking of which…” She tilted the container, sending macaron pieces sliding into its cardboard corner.
It must’ve shattered when it fell from her bag. Licking his lips, Tarquin curved forward, plucking the largest shard from the box. “I bet it’s still delicious, though.” He looked up through his hair, offering the half shell of pink cookie.
Her lips, warm and full, brushed Tarquin’s fingers, taking the broken macaron onto her tongue.
Those soft lips will be the death of me.
Chewing slowly, her eyes never wavered from his. She scooped up a drop of buttercream from the box. “It’s so sweet and tart.” She flashed a suggestive smile and offered her finger. “Want a taste?”
“Please.” His pulse throttling in his chest, he slowly took her finger in his mouth and sucked, savoring the tangy sweetness mixed with the saltiness of her skin. She arched toward him, her nipples hard and beckoning. Come here, gorgeous! I want to lick every inch of you. Heat pulsed in his boxer briefs, his erection fighting the constraints of the cotton. He pulled his mouth away, craving more. “Macarons are delicious, but there’s something even better…” He cupped her face, his thumbs caressing her silky skin. “You.”
Leia dropped the box on the table’s green felt and drew his shoulders toward her, meeting his mouth with renewed passion. Their tongues danced and tasted, their hunger for each other growing hotter with each sigh and tightening grasp.
Tarquin left her lips, leaning his forehead against hers. “You’re beautiful.” He smiled softly. “Every freckle, every scar—every inch.” He bowed his head and took her nipple in his mouth, his tongue and teeth gently teasing, coaxing a moan from Leia. She dug her fingers into his bare back, pulling him in tight, burying her nose in his hair.
I’m pressing hard against her thigh—she can’t have any doubts about how much I want her.
“Your condoms or mine?” she whispered.
“I’ll do the honors.” Tarquin let her go and ducked to the floor, rifling through his trouser pockets while Leia shimmied out of her panties, letting them slide down her bare legs to her toes. She kicked them off and flicked open the macaron box, helping herself to the last broken layer of pink shell, her eyes closing halfway in rapturous bliss.
Tarquin stood up, stepping out of his boxers. He rolled on the condom, his darkening gaze returning to the leggy blonde, mesmerized by her open thighs and tongue swirling around her fingers, licking sugary meringue. I adore her… so happy and carefree, a bit cheeky and naked as fuck.
“Want another suck?” An impish grin pinched her cheeks. She swayed her knee back and forth, inviting him in.
Tarquin swooped his arms around her waist and claimed her open mouth, kissing her hard and deep, the taste of raspberry fueling his hunger. She’s sweet and sinful and I can’t get enough. Leia cupped his balls while her other hand closed around his hard length, bringing him to where she waited wet and ready. Oh, dear god! I need to be inside her like I need to breathe. Squeezing her ass, tightness grew in the pit of his stomach as a low groan growled in his throat. “Leia, you’re so—”
“Yeah, look what you do to me.” She shifted and guided him inside, her breath catching as he sank in deep.
Christ. She’s hot and