Page 26 of Legacy
Our eyes clashed again. Both of us were breathing heavily.
“Touch me, Legacy,” I answered his unasked question. I could see that he wanted to. He was trembling with the need to bring our bodies together.
I was as well.
With fumbling fingers, he reached for the top button of my dress. Each one was popped open with a slow, agonising movement, until the lilac material lay on either side of my body. And then tentatively, he slid his hand across one breast, cupping it in his hand over my plain white bra. I had a moment to wish I’d put on nicer undies, but it was short-lived.
He moaned. “I need to taste your skin, Kate. I need this off.” Fingers dipped under my bra, teasing the edge of my already hard nipple.
“It opens in the front.” My voice shook like his fingers. A heady mix of desire and nerves.
“Thank God for that.” Legacy wasted no time. His finger worked and after two attempts, my bra went the same way as my dress, hanging from my shoulders. “God, you’re beautiful, Kate.” Sliding his hands around me, he pulled me back against him. My breasts squashed against the solid muscles of his chest. His lips were on mine, hungry, greedy.
I matched his movements. Our bodies rubbing and writhing against each other. The heat grew until it became almost unbearable. If he didn’t touch me soon, then it would burn me to nothing.
The need for him consumed me.
“I want to taste every single inch of your skin, Kate.” He dropped his head to the swell of my breast, peppering it with kisses.
I moaned. But it still wasn’t enough. Arching my back, I thrust my tits into his face, my hips rolling so I could rub my pussy against the hard cock that was pressed so firmly against me.
“Fuck me, Legacy.” The words ripped their way out of my throat. A harsh, breathless moan made my words almost unintelligible.
“I’m going to.” His tongue lapped at the edge of my nipple, swirling around it but never drawing it into his mouth. “And I’m going to take my time. It feels like I’ve been waiting a lifetime for this.”
It did feel like a lifetime. Every second felt like forever.
“I can’t wait.” Pushing at his chest, I tried to stand, shrugging my clothes and the leather down my arms. I wanted to be naked with him, so I could feel the full length of his body against mine.
He caught my wrists. “What are you doing?”
“Taking this off so—”
He flopped backwards on the bed, pulling me with him. “Put it on, Kate. I want to fuck you in it.”
Both hands came up to cup my breasts. Kneading and squeezing hard. “I want to hear you cum with my colours against your skin.”
His words did something to me and I obliged, discarding my clothes but sliding the leather back up on my shoulders. I could hear his desperation and I felt it, too. My hips rolled harder this time. My damp panties rubbed along the hard, thick length of him. And I was trembling on the edge of an orgasm. Every move rubbed his cock so deliciously against my clit.
Growling out a string of profanities, Legacy yanked my panties aside.
“Sit on my face, Kate.” His hands were urgent as he tried to pull me up his body. “Let me taste how wet you are.”
Shaking my head, I reached between our bodies, lining him up with my wet opening.
Legacy’s eyes flew open, widening as I speared myself inch by inch on his cock. He was big, and even though I wasn’t a virgin, I had to take it slowly.
“Sweet Jesus.” His chest heaved up and down under the hands I had placed on it. My eyes threatened to roll into the back of my head as he started to move. His movements were slow at first, so I could grow accustomed to his length and girth.
“You feel amazing,” he murmured. “If I had known it would feel this good, I would have—”
Leaning over his chest, I brought my lips to his, silencing him. “Stop talking, Legacy.”
Chuckling, he grinned. He pushed me upright, his hands on my breasts under the soft leather of his cut. With a sharp thrust upwards with his hips, he pushed his cock even further into me.
I let out a warbled cry.
“Fuck me then, Kate. Fuck me like you mean it.”
