four. Sensations were overwhelming me faster than I could process them, sending molten lust straight down to my center.
“The only thing I was thinking about was how hot you look in your tux. Oh, and the other thing was how much hotter it would be to peel it off you and get you naked, finally.”
He laughed.
I turned around and faced him, reaching up to smooth his jaw. “I also couldn’t stop thinking about how amazing it’s gonna be.”
Those brown eyes darkened with lust. “Fuck yeah,” he breathed before brushing off my dress with two determined sweeps of his hands at my shoulders. It fell to a puddle at my feet.
Now I was only wearing my 1920s-inspired sexy lingerie—a see-through black lace bra and matching barely-there panties. A black lacy garter belt around my waist hooked to the top of my black stockings. And to think when I’d bought them, I never thought he’d lay eyes on them.
He was doing a lot more then just laying eyes on them. He was practically eye-fucking me. His gaze burned with fevered hunger and I could have sworn he stopped breathing then. “Jesus,” he rasped.
I stepped out of my dress but before I could bend to rescue it from the ground, he stooped and reverently draped it over his arm. Then he took it to the nearest lounge chair and laid it down gently. He quickly unbuttoned his white vest and did the same. He then pulled aside the black suspenders that had been holding up his pants and returned to me.
“I was impatient to get you naked but now I think I want to enjoy you like this for a while. ” He grinned.
My hand flew to the front of his shirt and I commenced unbuttoning, fingers flying to each successive enameled button. He pulled off his shirt and tossed it back to the lounge the moment I’d finished the last button. Then his undershirt, which he tugged over his head and similarly discarded. He was shirtless at last, thank all the gods.
It had been so long since I’d gone to bed with a man I almost wondered if I remembered how to be good at it. He’d certainly enjoyed the BJ yesterday until it had morphed into fellatio-interruptus by his family’s invasion of the guesthouse.
My hands smoothed over his fit chest, reading him with my fingertips and learning more with each passing minute about how and where he liked to be touched. He directed us over to the spread out-blanket and pillows.
We lay down on the futon, facing each other but neither one of us reached for a blanket despite the chill. Our mouths connected again and his hands traveled over my shoulders, my back, cupped my ass and pulled me against him. His erection was rock hard and, as I already knew, larger than normal.
“I can’t wait to feel you inside me,” I groaned against his neck.
His cock surged, like I hadn’t already been aware of him. Wow.
His fingers slipped inside my lacy bra, pushing it aside to get at my nipple, where he mercilessly toyed with me until I cried out and squirmed. Molten sparks crackled down every nerve.
His mouth soon replaced the fingers, teeth scraping gently against my sensitive nerve endings. “I was doomed the minute I told you we shouldn’t have sex,” he breathed against me. “I didn’t have a hope in hell of resisting you.”
“Mm, you sure do know how to say all the right things.” I grinned, then slipped my hand underneath his waistband to cup his taut ass. Jeez even his butt muscles were more toned than anything on my body. I might have felt self-conscious and admonished myself to start working out more. But he was quite overly vocal about how much he liked my body exactly the way it was.
Lucas reached around and with a practiced flick that told me he was more experienced than he let on, he undid my bra. I pulled it off, and he took several minutes telling me without words how much he liked my body, most specifically, my boobs. Like he wouldn’t leave them alone and I enjoyed every minute of it. One nipple in his mouth, feeling the harsh swirl of his tongue and nip of his teeth, the other rolled firmly between his fingers.
I could only lie there and gasp between moans because it was overwhelming. My lacy panties were now soaked, and I was dry humping him through his tux pants.