He pulled her closer, bare chest to bare chest, other than her bra, and it felt so good, so voluptuous and wondrous. A long sigh slid out of her lips as his fingers opened her bra at the back and tugged it from between them. There. Oh yeah.
He eased her onto her back, kissing his way down her chest, between her breasts, fingers at the button of her jeans as he knelt beside her on the bed. He opened her jeans and slid them down her thighs along with her panties.
She watched him smile as he pulled her socks off, and said, “Socks aren’t very sexy.”
“But your feet are.” He lifted both ankles, bending her legs to lift her feet to his mouth.
Her feet jerked in a kick that nailed him right in the jaw.
“Ow!”
“Oh God, sorry, sorry.”
“What was that for? Are you ticklish?”
“No. I just…I hate my feet. Don’t kiss them.”
“What’s wrong with your feet?” He stared at her, his green eyes hazy with lust and confusion.
“They’re huge!”
He blinked. And looked at her feet on the bed. “No, they’re not.”
“Yes. They are. Size ten. I hate them.”
His lips twitched. “Sweetheart, you’re tall. Of course your feet aren’t going to be itty-bitty.”
Her bottom lip pushed out. “I know I’m tall, but still. My feet are way too big in proportion to the rest of me.”
“Baby, they’re beautiful.” He covered her instep with one big, warm palm. “Seriously. You’re beautiful everywhere.”
She stared up at him, the sincerity on his face making her heart melt. “Are you sure you didn’t look at them and think I was wearing clown shoes?”
He choked on a laugh. “Christ, no. What the fuck?” He lifted her feet gently, once again bringing them to his mouth and giving soft openmouthed kisses to the tops of them. “Beautiful.”
She bit her bottom lip, watching him, hot sparks flowing through her veins. That was…nice.
He placed her feet back on the bed, knees still bent, but now her feet were wide apart, opening her to him. Heat flashed under her skin as he gazed at her.
“Oh yeah,” he murmured. “That’s beautiful too.” He shifted closer, pushing the thigh nearest to him even farther back, one arm coming around it to hug it, the other hand petting her there in that most intimate place, blunt fingertips stroking up and down. “Wanna taste you.” And he bent down to do just that.
Oh God. Oh God. Her arms went above her head on the bed and her back arched at the sensation of his mouth on her. He dropped several slow, closed-mouth kisses over her outer lips, the inside of her thighs, her lower belly, then parted her with his fingers and delved in with his tongue. Long, melting licks had her body fevered and aching. A tight knot of need formed in her, tingles radiating from his mouth and tongue on her.
She pushed up onto her elbows to look, hair falling over her face. Duncan’s eyes were shut as his mouth closed over her *, and she gave a series of soft whimpers as he licked and sucked. Then he opened his eyes and looked up at her. Their eyes met with a sizzle she felt right to her core.
Her hands went to her breasts, cupping and squeezing where she ached for touch.
“Oh yeah,” he growled. “That’s hot. Touch yourself like that. Make those pretty nipples hard.” He shifted up her body and gave her a long, hard kiss, then returned to her *. He hugged her thigh tighter, pushing her leg back higher, his other hand resting on the inner thigh of her other leg. Her head fell back, hands still on her breasts.
He rubbed his whole hand over her *, so big and warm and delicious. Heat rushed through her body. He leaned down and stroked her with his tongue again, circling the tip around her clit, then sliding over it. Her body jolted, pleasure rolling through her.
“Oh yeah.” She fell flat on her back again.
He tongued her clit and sensation started to twist inside her. She ached for him and a groan rose in her throat. “Oh please.”
“Want me to fuck you?” He kissed her clit.
She quivered. “Yes. Please.”
He rose to his knees and flicked open his jeans. He shoved them down his thighs, sat on his ass to get them off, then rolled over to grab a condom from the table next to the bed. She lay there, panting and pulsing, watching his big hands roll the condom on. Oh God. That was hot.
Then he stretched out and moved up against her. He pushed the thigh next to him up and over, turning her hips away from him, but their faces were side by side, noses touching, eyes on each other. Amber’s body was on fire, sizzling and tingling.
He released her thigh long enough to fist his cock, slide the head through her wetness, and push inside her. Her flesh stretched with a sharp ecstasy, the pressure of him filling her with a delicious pain. She gasped and whimpered, loving how he focused on her face as he pushed slowly into her. When he was fully in, he went still for a moment, brushing his mouth over hers.
“Good?” he asked in a husky voice.
“So good. Damn, that’s good. You’re massive.”