Page 119 of A Shade Too Far
We fell onto the cool mattress and Laurent rolled me on top of him. His hard cock pressed against me, and I couldn’t resist.
“Is that a vorpal blade in your pocket, or are you glad to see me?”
Laurent groaned. “Non. C’est fini.” He playfully pushed me away.
Laughing, I scrambled closer on my knees. “I’ll be good.”
“I don’t want you to be good,” he growled and, clutching my hips possessively, yanked me down beside him.
Desire smoldered deep and low inside me, catching in a fast blaze to spread like wildfire through my blood. “Touch me,” I said, my breaths shallow. I was caught in that prickling feeling before going over the big hill on a coaster, or the drop in my stomach before jumping off a high diving board. Worth pushing through the nerves for the rush to come.
Laurent propped himself up on his elbow and slid his hand along my bare thigh, nudging the dress away to reach the outside curve of my waist. He reached for the ties, his eyes on mine, giving me ample opportunity to protest, and when I didn’t, he unwrapped me with a careful and reverential awe.
He pressed his lips to my bare stomach for the barest caress, then lay his palm on my midriff, his fingers spread wide. I forced myself not to stiffen, instead giving thanks for my sexy underwear.
Laurent jackknifed up with a sure curl of his abs to slide my dress off my shoulders. Hungry emerald eyes devoured every inch of me, and I thrust out my chest, feeling a long-dormant sexual power. Laurent got my ivory lace bra off very adeptly, sucking one breast into his mouth.
I squirmed against the mattress, hot and tight and wanting more, trailing my fingertips along his spine.
He pulled back, his gaze fiery, then he crushed his lips to mine in a punishing kiss that I met in all its ferocity, our tongues tangling.
I was coming undone, arching my hips up and grinding against him.
His groan made my nipples harden almost as much as the tender caress he pressed to my cheek. “Attends.”
“Really? Because now would be a great time to go for take—”
He kissed me to shut me up, and when he pulled away, I shrugged.
“You do you,” I said.
“Not how this works,” he said with a sly and impish grin, yanking my underwear off and tossing them into the corner. With a wicked grin, he pressed messy kisses up my legs, lightly biting the inside of one thigh.
“Laurent,” I said in a thick voice.
“Dites-moi,” he said. “Tell me what you want me to do to you. This?” He lazily licked my clit and I shivered.
“Not bad,” I said.
“Not bad?” He pressed a hand to his chest with a look of mock hurt.
“Well, you only did it once. It might have been beginner’s luck.”
He flicked a dark curl out of his face, the intensity of his stare making me shiver in delight. “Is that a dare?”
I waved a hand at him. “Take it as you wish.”
He slid me against his mouth and resumed licking me, all the while watching my reactions.
I was so turned on, I saw stars. “Fuuck,” I breathed.
Laurent lifted his head, frowning. “You can still speak? Non.” He pushed a finger deep inside me as he sucked on my clit and I came hard, screaming his name.
“Go for two,” he said and kissed my inner thigh.
Squirming, I pushed him away. “Ticklish. Stop.”
He crawled up my body and rested his forehead against mine. “That’s a defeatist attitude.”
