Page 142 of Sit, Stay, Love
Sera laughed, then inhaled sharply as her gaze drank deeply of his bare chest and taut stomach, and that delicious trail of hair she couldn’t wait to follow.
‘What? I know you’ve seen me shirtless before,’ he said.
She quivered. ‘Not while I’m straddling you, I haven’t.’
His head tilted, and he tugged her roughly to his chest, the softness of her breasts mashing against him and nearly bursting from her bra. She rolled her hips, savouring his hardness. He grunted, a thick vein popping in his neck. She ran her tongue along it.
‘Are we rushing things?’ he hissed through gritted teeth. ‘I don’t want to rush you.’
‘Herriot,’ she whispered breathily into his ear, ‘it’s been two years.’ She shimmied her hips up and down.
He moaned and wrapped his fingers around her waist, stilling her. ‘Which is probably why you need to stop rubbing against me like that, because after how long I’ve waited…’ he grunted as she teased her hips against him again. ‘I’m not sure how long I can hold it together.’ The words spilled from his lips in a husky rush. ‘I need to take a minute.’
‘Sorry.’ She slid off him.
They lay crammed on his couch, trying to slow their breathing.
‘I don’t feel rushed,’ she said. ‘Do you?’
‘Uh, no.’
‘Good.’ She ran her hand across his belly, tucked her fingers into the elastic of his sweatpants and slipped her palm over his hip and into his underwear.
He groaned. ‘Okay. That’s it. Hop off.’
‘What’s happening?’
‘You and me, Ser. We’re going to bed.’
They stood in Toby’s bedroom, facing each other, Sera in her leggings and bra, and Toby in his sweatpants. She squeezed her lips together to stop a nervous giggle.
‘What?’ he asked, a chuckle in his voice.
‘We’re going to do it, aren’t we?’
He quirked a brow. ‘I sure as hell hope so.’
She glanced down to the thick ridge outlined in the soft material of his sweatpants, and hummed.
He stepped forward and hooked a finger in the waistband of her tights, his teeth tugging on his top lip. ‘How do you want to do this. Should we strip? Or do we strip each other?’
‘Oh god. Now we get awkward. That’s inconvenient.’
He snaked an arm around her waist. ‘Not awkward. I just want to make sure you’re comfortable.’ He put his mouth to her breast and kissed the tender flesh at the edge of her bra.
A tiny whimper slipped past her lips.
‘I want to strip you,’ she blurted. ‘Can I strip you?’
He laughed against her throat, stood back, smiled and waited for her to make her move. Her hand trembled as she tugged at the drawstring on his pants. She slid them down, travelling with them, her hands on his warm skin, sliding over his strong thighs and past his well-packed boxer briefs until his pants pooled around his ankles.
He rested his hand on her shoulder as he stepped out of each leg.
She gazed up at him and smiled. His chest was rapidly rising and falling and his eyes were almost black. ‘Okay. Next layer,’ she croaked. She gripped the elastic of his underwear and took a deep breath. ‘Here I go.’
His belly shook with a silent laugh.
She peeled his briefs over his hips, her teeth gathering her lip as more and more hair was revealed until the tip of his penis sprang free. He grunted a little, and she held her breath and quickly moved his shorts down, a soft ‘Oh’ escaping her as the full length of his manhood was displayed.
