“I just had a shower,” she said. “It’s been so sticky today.”
“I’m going to get you sweaty again.” I growled and bit down on her neck. “I feel like I haven’t seen you for days.” I always felt like that, as if I was constantly chasing more of her, as if I wasn’t quite done. As if there was more to discover.
“You woke up in my bed, did wicked things to me before you left for work just this morning,” she said as she threaded her fingers through my hair.
She was right, it had only been hours since I’d had her, but that didn’t mean I hadn’t thought about her all day, hadn’t wanted to be right here, buried in her.
I parted her dressing gown, revealing her milky white breasts, and closed my eyes for a beat. She was so fucking perfect. I pushed the robe over her shoulders and the whole thing fell to the ground, exposing her. That body had me running back to Worthington as quickly as I could.
I swept my hands over her waist. “Lie down,” I said, lifting my chin toward the bed.
She backed away from me and sat on the bed. I raised my eyebrows, waiting for her to follow my command.
“Keep your feet on the floor.”
Slowly, she lay back, reaching her arms above her head and arching her spine. Fucking perfect.
I stripped off my shirt and fell to my knees.
Stroking my hands up the back of her legs, I pulled her toward me and pushed her knees wide, zeroing in on her hot, wet pussy. I’d only been in the same room with her for a few minutes. Kissed her once, the contact bordering on chaste, but I could still see her wetness, still feel her heat.
She twisted under my inspection. “Matt,” she moaned.
“So impatient,” I chastised. “So desperate for my tongue.”
I pressed my palms against the inside of her thighs, my thumbs scraping against her entrance. Her hips bucked off the bed and I grinned. I loved it when she got worked up this quickly.
I couldn’t waste a moment to taste her, so I leaned forward and lay my tongue flat against her clit before circling and pressing again.
Her sounds turned from whimpers to moans as I delved deeper, coating my tongue in her wetness. Pulling my thumbs apart, I blew cool air against her hot entrance and she screamed. The noises she made—they weren’t faked, or what she thought I wanted to hear—just honest reactions to the things I did to her. Fuck, every noise that left those lips was a complete turn-on.
I plunged one thumb into her as I continued to suck and press and lick. She thrust into my mouth, wanting more, needing more.
My erection pressed against my zipper so fucking hard I thought I might burst.
I pulled away, desperate to give my cock some freedom, stood to undress and glanced up at Lana, her hair spread across the bedspread.
“Turn around,” I said. “I want your head here.” I pointed at the corner of the bed nearest to me.
I kicked off my jeans as she turned.
“I want your mouth around my dick,” I said. I wasn’t done tasting her, but my cock needed some attention.
She reached over her head, grasped the back of my thighs and opened her mouth, ready to take me. I groaned and stepped forward.
In so many ways she was a wholesome girl from Maine, but the things Lana Kelly did to my dick should have her marked with a warning sign.
She took me in her mouth and sucked my crown. I swallowed hard, trying to regulate my breathing. Leaning forward, I braced my hands on either side of Lana’s legs as she took me deeper. The smell of her pussy brought me back to the moment and I pressed her thighs apart, pausing to take in the beautiful swollen flesh before devouring her.
If this was heaven, I didn’t ever want to come back to life.
The sensation of my cock hitting the back of her throat as I flicked my tongue over her clit and the moan that vibrated down my shaft was almost too much. She pressed her hands against the back of my thighs, trying to get me deeper into her, and I was only too happy to help. She gagged and I tried to pull away but she only sucked me in harder. This fucking woman. There was no one like her.
Her moans around my cock grew louder as I continued to lick and suck, press and push. Every reverberation around my dick brought me closer to the edge and urged me on to soak up her wetness. There was no way I was coming alone.
All too soon she stiffened and thrust against my mouth.
I stilled, pressing my flattened tongue against her as I finally allowed myself to spill into her mouth.
I panted against her pussy, my legs weakening, my body too sated to move. Holding her beneath me like that, taking me so willingly as I fucked her mouth, the trust it took—it felt as though something had burst through and taken us to a different, more intimate level.
She wanted me. Came for me. Not the movie star. Just me. Matt. The guy who’d grown up in Indiana, the kid who’d travelled the world but never really left the Midwest. It was the biggest turn-on I could ever have imagined.
I wasn’t ready to give it up.
Lana
It had been an intense welcome home. I’d caught him watching me from the doorway and he had his mouth on me in seconds. As Matt pulled the sheet up around us and I huddled into his side, I wanted him to confirm what had just passed between us had been more than sex. Trust had formed the basis of my orgasm—intimacy. I wasn’t sure I’d ever experienced that with a man.
Over the last few weeks, we’d spent every minute he was in Worthington together, but between his hours on set and my work at the shop, it never felt as if I got enough time with him. But now things had grown from something physical into something . . . more.
I just wasn’t sure what that more was.
Whatever it was hadn’t usurped the sex. There wasn’t much point in wearing clothes with Matt around. He liked me naked and the feeling was mutual.
He swept his hand up my body, his fingers and then his mouth finding my nipple. I groaned at the sharp pain that burst into pleasure as he squeezed and then bit. Somehow he seemed to know exactly how hard I liked his teeth, how deep I wanted his bite. I swiveled my hips and he stilled me, his fingers pushing into me immediately.
“What’s got you so worked up?” I asked, only barely able to push the words out.
“I need to get my fill of you. I’ve missed you today.”
I sucked in a breath as he removed his fingers.
“Turn over and look back at me,” he demanded.
I slid onto my front, pushed up on my elbows and threw a glance over my shoulder.
“You’re so fucking beautiful.”
He smoothed his hands over my ass. I knew what came next and braced myself as his palm cracked against my skin. I groaned—a sound pulled from the middle of my belly. It hurt so good.
“Perfect,” he said, sweeping his hand over where he’d just smacked me. “And I bet you’re even wetter than you were.” His fingers tripped over my sex. “Oh yes. Very nice. Very nice indeed.”