Work In Progress (Red Lipstick Coalition #3) - Staci Hart Page 0,116
stroking my hair, hips rolling, thighs shaking. But I stayed where I was, riding out the slow bursts of her body as they slipped away, kissing her tenderly.
She called my name, a whisper of sated desire, of longing and promises. And I was helpless to do anything but obey. So I went to her, moved up her body, lost myself in her lips, in her hands and arms, in the warmth of her body.
But tonight was not about that alone. She reminded me with her hands trailing down my body, hooking her fingers in the band of my slacks to push them over my ass and hips. I broke the kiss and held her eyes as I slipped out of my pants.
We’d never been fully naked together, and the sensation of her body, her hot skin against the length of my body triggered a deep awareness of every point we touched. Her thigh slipped between mine and rode the line of muscle to the top until our hips met. The warm valley between her legs was slick and hot against my thigh, and with a wave of her body, she stroked herself on the cord of muscle.
A groan climbed up my throat, my hand gripping her ass, my control thin. But it was there, separating our hips. Pressing her into the bed. Shifting to hover over her. Kissing her for a long moment to cool myself off without success.
I broke the kiss and sat, reaching for the forgotten box. As I rummaged through it, she sat, reaching for the anal lube with a knowing smile on her face. I resisted the urge to kiss that smile off it, as my fingers closed over the box of condoms.
But she stayed my hand, her smile slipping. “I…won’t that hurt worse?” she asked tentatively.
“Maybe a little.”
She shook her head. “I’m on birth control for my periods. And…you’re clean, right?”
I nodded slowly. “Yes, but…”
Fear flashed behind her eyes. “I…if it’ll hurt less, I think I’d rather not,” she insisted meekly. “Okay?”
“All right,” I agreed, unable to deny her anything, kissing her to tell her so.
I broke away to put the box on the bench at the foot of her bed. And when I turned back to her, the vision of her stopped my heart hard enough to smoke.
Her lids were heavy, her shoulders propped on the pillows, her eyes down, gaze resting on her hand. That small, fine hand, fingertips shining from the contents of the tube, tracing those fluttering lines of her body where my lips had just been. She met my eyes and slipped her middle finger into her body until it disappeared.
When my heart started again, it was with a painful thud and rush of blood, racing to my aching cock.
She sighed, her fingers slick, her breasts high and heaving. I leaned to the foot of the bed, reaching for another tube of lubrication without care as to what I picked up. I coated my hands without looking and gripped my shaft, a pulse of pleasure shooting up my cock as I stroked myself, watching her. Her lips parted, the color in her cheeks high and hot as she stroked herself, watching me. My fist swallowed my tip, slick and smooth, my eyes locked on her hand. The throb of my orgasm was hot, hard, urgent.
I let myself go to climb her body, to kiss her, to spread her thighs with slick hands and settle my hips between them.
Her hands rasped the stubble of my jaw, her thighs drawing up, her heat cradling my cock. Every flex of her hips slicked my length, and with a trembling hand, I hooked the back of her knee and pulled it into my ribs.
My name rode her breath, filled her eyes, whispered on her fingertips.
I retracted my hips, knees digging into the bed, hand on her pale thigh. And with that simple shift, the very tip of me settled against the very edge of her.
She stilled—ribs, hands, eyes. But her heart fluttered against my chest, afraid and alert.
I smoothed her hair, arrested by the feel of her hot center against my crown.
“Breathe, Melia,” I whispered.
She drew a shallow breath in compliance, her eyes darting between mine.
“I love you,” I breathed, my throat tight.
And she sighed, throat bobbing as she swallowed. Touched my lips in wonder. Whispered words I’d dream of forever.
“I love you.”
I kissed her once more, kissed her with all my hopes and fears, swallowed all of hers as she kissed me back.