from charging over to her and ravishing her right there on the kitchen floor.
"C’mon, Tom. You’re going to catch a chill."
He physically had to shake himself in order to clear himself of the spell he’d been under. She was right. Already he felt his sodden clothes making him shiver.
She watched him with the same intensity with which he’d watched her undress. Their eyes locked as he stripped down to his final layer, boxer briefs that did nothing to hide the way he was feeling at the moment. He hooked his thumbs in the waistband, but paused. Tom knew as well as any man the difference even one article of clothing could make. He didn’t want to destroy the sensuality of the moment.
"Look at you." As if in a daze, she reached out to run her hand along the smooth curves of his chest. At her touch, his erection strained against the black fabric of his briefs, but he forced himself to remain still. Lila caressed his nipples and softly rolled them beneath her fingertips. She let both hands slide along the rippled flatness of his stomach and moved closer until he could feel her breath on his skin. Still, he didn’t move.
Slowly, almost reverently, she traced the waistband of his briefs and dipped her fingertips slightly inside. His knees felt weak. She stared at him hungrily, taking what looked like an almost masculine delight in the sight of him. Her intense study of his body was incredibly erotic, and Tom didn’t want to break the mood.
Lila dropped gently to her knees in front of him. Still keeping her eyes fixed on his body, she languidly tugged his briefs down, over his thighs, and finally to the floor. Tom clenched his jaw. He wanted to see her face, but Lila didn’t look up.
"Hmmm." There it was again, that wordless sound of approval. Or maybe "Mmmm." He still couldn’t be certain. Either way, the noise kicked his arousal up several more notches.
Without warning, Lila closed her mouth around him. The wet heat of her mouth made him groan. His knees nearly buckled, but Lila’s hands, now on his buttocks, kept him standing. Blindly, Tom sought the edge of the counter with his hands to keep himself steady.
She made love to him with her mouth, a slow and steady movement that brought him to the edge within minutes. As if sensing his impending climax, she eased off and teased him with her lips and teeth. She cupped his rear and held him close, then moved him away from her.
Sweat broke out on his brow. His fingers were white-knuckled, gripping the edge of the counter. His other hand twined in her hair, tangling in her curls. It took great effort not to pull it hard enough to hurt her.
She was doing things to him that no woman had ever done, and it was better, more intense because it was Lila kneeling before him. The woman he loved. He moaned her name, and she paused to press a kiss just below the navel.
Tom could wait no longer. It was no longer good enough to receive such pleasure; he wanted to share it with Lila. No longer so careful not to pull too hard, he tugged her upward. She gasped, but the sound had more pleasure than pain in it.
With one swift movement, he lifted her onto the counter. Their mouths molded together, and her hands clutched his shoulders. Without breaking the kiss, Tom slid her long underwear down past her hips. He pushed them off her feet and into a tangled heap.
He slid into her with one smooth thrust that had them both groaning. Lila wrapped her legs around his hips, her arms stretched back behind her to support herself on the countertop. Her head was thrown back, and the sleek line of her throat begged for him to kiss her there.
They moved together like clockwork dancers freshly coated in oil. Every thrust into her slick heat had him wanting to last forever, but as Lila rocked her hips against him Tom knew he wasn’t going to last even two minutes. He slipped his thumb against her swollen clitoris and pressed gently in counterpoint to his thrusts.
"Tom." Her eyes opened.
Tom brought his mouth down on hers again, though kissing her made the position awkward. Neither of them cared. They had reached the point where any movement could only increase their pleasure. The rocked together, Lila’s fingers clawing now into his back.
She let out a cry