“That sounds like a good place to start.” I study our connection and smile at how big my hand looks wrapped around hers. The memory of what her perfect fingers felt like earlier tonight, sliding into my boxers, reignites my blood. “Come here, Mouse.”
I reach over and pull her onto my lap. She moves her leg so that she’s straddling my hips. For the first time ever, I’m nervous. My boundary lines aren’t clearly drawn, and I’m blind when it comes to her. But I need to get her home soon, and I plan on taking advantage of every minute.
Starting at her knees, I run my hands up her thighs to her waist and push up under her shirt. The bare skin of her back against my fingertips makes me groan. Damn, if she feels this good here, how will it be when I get to touch her everywhere?
Her small hands rest on my biceps then move up to lock behind my neck. “Blake, I’m not very experienced—”
“No, not talking about the past. Not when we’re like this.” I run my hands up her ribs to her bra and back down. “Just me and you, Mouse. No one from the past. When we’re like this, it’s us. Only us.”
She nods and leans forward, holding her lips just short of mine. “Kiss me.”
And with those simple words, we’re back to where we left off. Our mouths move together as if no time has passed. I grip her waist, trying hard not to move her up to my rock-hard dick. She runs her fingers along my scalp, her nails dragging, and if I’m not careful, I might blow. I nip her lower lip, move down her chin to her neck, and suck at her tender flesh. She moans and rolls her hips, sliding forward so that her heat presses right where I need it most.
“Fuck, I want to touch you.” I move my hands up her ribs and wait for my invitation.
She arches her back and rolls against my dick. “Touch me.”
I move my hand up over her breast, and pull the satin of her bra down to expose her bare nipple. The weight of her breast falls into the palm of my hand, like pure silk, warm and smooth. “Damn, sweetheart. You’re so soft.” I’m lost in sensations. Her tongue in my mouth, fingers biting into my arms, heat covering my lap as she rubs against me in invitation.
“Touch me, Blake.” She moans, and her breath hitches when I knead her breast.
“I’m touchin’ you, baby.”
“No, Blake.” She grinds down against me, and I groan my approval. “Down here.”
Oh, fuck yeah.
Layla
“Off.” Blake flips me to my back on the couch. His hands work quickly to pop the button of my jeans.
My body’s on fire, burning from the inside out. Still, I’m desperate for more heat. I should be nervous or scared. Instead, I think if he doesn’t hurry, I’ll die. He tugs the denim down my legs, and I lift my hips to assist him. I’m hypersensitive, every fiber dragging against my skin rocketing my arousal. Relieved of my jeans, he pulls me back on his lap. I gaze down at my thighs spread open over his hips. The only thing covering me from the waist down is a thin strip of black satin.
He caresses my thighs, and his gaze locks on mine. “You have no idea how fucking gorgeous you look right now.”
I run my fingertips across his mouth. He lazily parts his lips, his tongue wetting the lower one, and I’m mesmerized. The slick heat of his moistened lip sends shockwaves of pleasure between my legs. He sucks the tip of my middle finger, biting the pad before releasing it. Wanting to taste him on my skin, I put my finger into my mouth.
“Fuck, that’s hot.” His fingers dig into my bare hips.
I savor our mingled flavor as it launches another wave of arousal down low. “Put your hands on me, Blake.” Asking for what I want is strange for me, and I’m running on lust and instinct. With a deliberate roll of my hips, I tempt his hands to move.
“Damn, Mouse. Talking like that, moving the way you do? You’re going to destroy me.” He growls and takes my mouth in a brutal kiss.
And like every kiss before, my thoughts scramble. Every pass of his tongue and pull of his teeth has me giving myself over to his will. A servant to his masterful touch.
His fingers run along the front of my panties, stoking the flames of my desire. I kiss him harder, tilting my head and taking him deep, asking without words. More. Still he teases, giving me only flutters of his touch. Building up within me, an earth-shattering wave is coaxed higher, but held back. The tension is maddening.
I break the kiss on a groan. “I need your fingers, Snake. Please.”
He pulls back, and there’s a fragility in his eyes that makes me catch my breath.
“Call me that again.” His expression’s so tender it makes my chest cramp.
I cup his face between my hands. “Snake.”
“Fuck. Love the sound of you callin’ me that.” He dips two fingers beneath my panties and presses in deep.
“Yes.” My head drops back, and I roll my hips.
I’ve never felt anything like this. The freedom to ask for what I want. The safety to let go and enjoy the pleasure. The trust that he’ll take care of me and never ask for too much.