Page 50 of How to Get Lucky
“That is—” she begins, but I don’t let her finish. I kiss her again, hard, taking her lower lip between my teeth.
My cock throbs, my chest heats, and I’ve never known arousal like this before.
I move off her, wedge myself next to her, and slide a hand between her legs as I seek out her heat. My fingers glide over her pussy, and she gasps, bows her back, and whispers, “Will you fuck me with your fingers first?”
Will I?
More like Can I please do everything filthy and beautiful to you all night long?
But words aren’t easy to form with desire pulsing hard and fast in my body, taking over my mind.
I don’t need many though.
Just one.
“Yes.”
I run my fingers over her wetness, centering on her clit, seeking her pleasure. Her body responds to my touch but seems to beg for more too.
I give it to her as I slide a finger inside her, and she lets out the most delicious moan I’ve ever heard.
I add another finger, and she rocks into my hand as I press my palm to her swollen clit. She shakes, moaning words that urge me on as I touch her.
So good.
Yes.
God, yes.
She’s close, so damn close. I massage and rub as she grinds against my hand, my fingers, my palm.
Her legs tighten, and she cries out.
She doesn’t stop.
Her moans and groans echo through the air. I stroke her through her climax, slowing down as her noises ebb.
Then, gently I remove my hand, reach for a condom from the nightstand, and suit up. Her eyes are glossy, brimming with satisfaction as she watches me roll it on.
“I want you so much,” she murmurs.
“You have no idea how much I want you,” I whisper.
“I think I might,” she says, and I lower myself on top of her, rubbing the head of my cock over her glistening pussy.
She reaches a hand down, grabs the base of my cock, and guides me into her.
My eyes fall shut at the first intoxicating feel of her heat gripping me. I sink deeper, shuddering as her body takes me.
When I sink deeper still, we both tremble then groan at the same time.
This feels so fucking good.
“You,” I rasp.
But I don’t say anything more.
Because I am consumed with the electric intensity of being inside the woman I want.
“Yes,” she moans as I rock in and out to the rhythm of her moans and the pressure of her hands on my ass.
We’re fast at first, going hard and deep and desperate.
But soon, we slow. We take our time, enjoying each other, exploring the limits of our pleasure. I grind deep inside her, wanting to prolong the moment, the night. I lower myself to my forearms, getting closer, my chest against hers. She wraps her legs tighter around me, bringing me deeper too.
Burying my face in her neck, I inhale oranges, getting high off it. Her scent drives me wild, makes me thrust harder.
She moans, arching her back, liking this new speed.
“Don’t stop,” she whispers.
“No plans to.”
Her legs begin to quake. She’s close again. I am too, but I continue to savor each thrust.
With her fingernails digging into my back, she grips me harder, a plea for me to pick up the pace even more. I’m only too happy to oblige. I pump faster and harder, listening to the sounds of her moans, learning the language of her body.
One more drive into her, and she shakes and clenches, calling out a delirious oh God, yes, oh my fucking God.
Once her thighs lock and an orgasm overtakes her, my body follows hers into oblivion as I push impossibly deeper into her and explode.
For a moment, there is only stillness.
My body is taut, my mind calm, and I am bliss.
We inhale each other, and I relax against her tight body.
Slowly, I roll off of her, and she lets out a soft whimper.
Quickly, I take off the condom, toss it in a trash can in the bathroom, and return to her with a warm washcloth.
She’s still lying there, content, melting into the bed.
Already missing her contact, I join her. She takes the washcloth from me as I trail my hand across her sweat-glistened body to her inner thigh. Reluctantly, we come back to earth together, and I toss the washcloth into the hamper.
She sighs contentedly as my fingers trail along the goose bumps that dot her flesh. “Not gonna lie,” she moans, “I feel pretty damn lucky right now.”
“And I feel like we both won the good-guy challenge,” I say.
She smiles, soft and sex-drunk. “We both did. In multiple categories.”
I’m buzzing from the high of knowing I brought her pleasure—hell, from the sensation of my own pleasure.
So that’s great sex.
I finally found it.
Only, what made it so great is that I’m pretty sure I’m falling harder than I ever expected for London Hollis.
