She shifts closer and presses her lips to mine. I savor the softness and warmth of her mouth for an instant before sweeping my tongue past hers. She deepens the kiss, her thighs tensing against mine. Our tongues play a fervent game of chase, sending tendrils of electricity down my spine. Meg’s breaths quicken and her skin heats. I caress down her body, then up the seam of her thighs to her soft pussy.
Meg sucks in a little gasp.
I caress her from behind, her arousal making everything slick and hot against my fingertips. Touching her is fucking addicting. With a soft groan, she rocks her hips closer to me, adding friction and just enough pressure to send all the blood in my brain straight to my dick. Did I have plans for today? If so, they’ve been vaporized.
She flicks her quick little tongue against mine, drawing more heat to my already molten core. The way she’s rocking into me, her breaths turning needy, I know what she wants and it won’t be easy the way we’re lined up, so I roll us to sitting on the side of the bed, my feet on the floor, and flip her around. She glances over her shoulder as I guide her back to my lap, her thighs cradled in the V of mine and my cock trapped between us. But there are no words in my head right now, so I caress up to her breasts and kiss the back of her neck. Her warm skin against my lips and the hardening of her nipples in between my fingers make me want to stop time so I can savor this moment of us both getting exactly what we want.
I suck on her soft skin as I make my way up to the shell of her ear. She arches to my touch and leans back, so her cheek brushes my jaw. Her thighs tense, adding that friction she so craves. It’s also rubbing her soft, sensational ass against my cock.
I rub her nipple between my fingertips with one hand whilestroking down, riding her quickening breaths past her ribs, to the tender plane of her belly, to the apex of her thighs clenched tight. I part them open, so her knees rest outside of mine. I keep kissing and teasing behind her ear, her scent stronger here—that tantalizing mix of spicy lemon and honey—and delve into her soft pussy with my fingers. She jolts, already sensitive.
A tight whimper works up her throat. “Linden,” she breathes.
She’s so wet she’s soaking my lap. “You need me here, don’t you?”
“Yes.”
The word snaps so quickly off her tongue it’s like it was perched there, waiting. I hum against the back of her ear. “You think you can come on my fingers? Or would you like a little help?”
I circle her hardening little clit. Her hand flies to the top of mine, like she wants to make sure I don’t stop. I suck on her earlobe to hold back my grin.
“I don’t know,” she says, breathless.
I caress her breast then gently pluck her nipple, drawing another little chirp of pleasure from her lips.
“Slow or fast?” I ask, drawing out my strokes.
A tremor rolls down her spine. “Slow,” she huffs.
“Inside, or out?” I glide two fingers inside her. Sweet heaven, her cunt is so fucking soft. So deliciously needy.
She sucks in a breath. “Both.”
“Good girl.”
She gives a desperate little moan.
I flutter my thumb then thrust with slow, sensual strokes. She turns, capturing my mouth with hers for a lusty, hungry kiss. Her breaths judder in her chest and she’s gripping the tops of my thighs like her life depends on it. I stroke up the center of her body, keeping her close, to the base of her delicate throat.
“Yes,” she breathes, resting her cheek against my jaw. “Oh god.Like that…oh.” Her pulse thickens in her throat and her body tightens around me.
She comes beautifully in my embrace, her sharp cries filling the room. I hold her against me while drawing out every note of pleasure with my fingers, until her body softens and she draws my arms tight around her.
Our breaths slow, my nose deep in her silky hair. Outside, shafts of pale yellow sunlight streak through the trees. Even though I’m not out there to see it, this is by far my favorite sunrise.
“I don’t have any condoms,” she says.
I rub my nose past her ear and pinch her earlobe between my lips. “Is that your way of saying you need to be fucked, sweetheart?”
She grinds her ass against me, sending an almost painful jolt to my dick. “Yes, please.”
Please?Fucking hell. “I think your neighbor’s got a stash,” I murmur. “Should we raid it?”
“Too far away,” she says, sliding down my thighs and swiveling to her knees.
The image of her naked between my thighs, perched there like the most incredible gift I could ever wish for, a rosy blush working up her neck and her eyes so earnest short circuits my brain.
“I want you in my mouth,” she says in a rushed whisper.
