Page 39 of How to Get Lucky
Breaking the kiss, I run my lips over her chest, along the seam of her blue lace bra. Her skin pebbles at my stubbly caress, and she murmurs fantastic words like yes, more, again.
What the lady wants . . .
I undo the clasp then slide my hands over the globes of her breasts as her bra slips off. Her tits are . . . words fail me.
Because they are perfect. There’s no other way to describe them. A perfect handful with tiny brown nipples that I’m desperate to suck. And I do.
Greedily.
She rewards me with a moan as she throws her head back.
And holy fuck.
That move right there makes my skin sizzle.
The way she wants this, the way she wants me.
Her nipple hardens in my mouth, making my cock strain tighter against my pants. My hands pay a visit to her ass, squeezing her flesh, all while my lips lavish more attention on her breasts, first one, then the other.
It’s only fair.
“You are so fucking sexy, London,” I rasp as I come up for air. “These freckles on your chest have been driving me wild all night.”
“Seems like fair play. Since you’re driving me wild right now.”
“Good. Because that’s exactly what I want to do to you. You’re gorgeous, and I am so unbelievably attracted to you.”
“Same. Same for me,” she whispers, then lets out a soft, throaty moan before she grinds against my erection. I push up against her, groaning too.
My eyes swing briefly to the wall clock in the kitchen. The countdown is on. “We’re at about sixteen minutes before pumpkin dog. That means . . .”
Spinning her around, I lay her back on the couch so she’s all stretched out. I lean over her, my lips returning to her neck, nibbling on her ear. She yelps lightly in surprise at the speed of our turn but settles in as I pepper her body with kisses, licks, and sucks.
I trace a line down her front with my tongue, enjoying every inch of her lightly tanned skin, then I slide off the couch so I can kneel on the floor.
This is the only place I want to be on earth—between her legs. I slide my hands up her thighs, delighting at the feel of the soft hairs as I make my way to her hot, wet center.
Face-to-face with her matching blue panties, I trace the lines of her underwear with my finger, a sweet hint of her arousal darkening the middle.
The temperature in me spikes.
There’s nothing sexier than the woman you want wanting you right back.
Not a fucking thing in the world.
I hook my finger around the center of her panties and pull toward one thigh, revealing her to me. Soft and glistening with a tuft of hair on her mound, London’s pussy shines like a temple, one I am only too happy to worship.
I lick her once, teasing her. And my God, she tastes better than salted caramel. I need access to all of her, want to feast on her, so I guide the lace down her shapely legs, enjoying every inch of her body as I undress her.
As my gaze returns to her center, she parts her legs for me, and my dick thumps harder, my skin heats more. My tongue traces the outline of her pussy, and she gasps then moans low in her throat.
Her sounds urge me on, right up to her clit. I lap gently at first, teasing the pleasure out of her.
As I lick and suck, her body responds with arched hips, hands in my hair, and delicious moans, telling me what’s working and what’s not. I listen, I adjust, and then I ravage.
I hungrily devour her, and I don’t ever want to stop.
But I do like her tits, and judging from the sounds she made earlier when I kissed them, I roll the dice that she’ll enjoy double the attention.
My hand flies up her belly, on a fast track for her chest. I cup her breast, massaging and squeezing her nipple as her hips grind against my face.
Yes, I am getting my fill of London right now—my mouth and hands are very happy.
So is she, it seems, as she shouts her approval.
Yes.
So good.
Oh God, oh my God.
Her hands curl tighter around my head, and her moans take on a rhythm of their own as my mouth seeks to match it. I concentrate on her pleasure, driving my face between her legs to the pace she’s set.
Her tempo picks up speed.
Her fingers grip me tighter. Hands tug me closer.
“That. Do that. Don’t stop,” she gasps as I continue my sensual assault. My cock throbs for release, but my focus remains only on her.
Her breathing quickens, and it’s time to push her over the edge. I reach for her other breast, squeezing both of them roughly as she grinds against me.
