Get There: (Originally Published in the Print Anthology a RED HOT VALENTINE'S DAY) by Megan Hart Page B

loosed his buttons as he kissed her mouth again, and Edie slid her hands inside over Ty’s bare chest. His heart thumped beneath her palm, laid flat, and she curled her fingers slightly to dig her nails into his skin. With the other hand, she eased the fabric off his shoulders and down his arms.
    Their kisses had become harder but not yet frantic. Edie tugged Ty’s belt to pull him closer so she could kiss his chest, and when he moaned, she looked up at him with a smile. “I like it when you moan, too.”
    She undid his belt buckle, then the button and zipper beneath. When she slid a hand inside, Ty’s hips bumped forward. Edie rubbed the front of his silky printed boxers. “ Oooh. Someone was prepared.”
    “You like ’em?” Ty pushed his jeans down, pausing to toe off his sneakers so he could get the denim past his feet. He stood up straight, grinning, to show off the boxers.
    “Kiss prints. Nice.” Edie laughed softly as she stroked the outline of his cock through the soft satin. “This is nicer.”
    Ty moved between her legs again to kiss her. His cock nudged her through his-and-hers layers of satin, but that was almost as delicious as bare skin. For now.
    “I wanted to make everything special, babe.”
    “You,” Edie said as she kissed his throat and nuzzled just under his ear, “are made of awesome.”
    “I’m not done yet.”
    “Not more champagne.” It was only half a protest.
    Edie watched as Ty took the glass, only a few dribbles left in it, and held it over her belly. When the champagne splashed on her skin this time, she arched into it, already anticipating the swipe of Ty’s tongue. She wasn’t disappointed. He moved over her belly, then lower, down to the satin covering her cunt. He pressed his mouth there, blowing hot breath through the fabric, and Edie parted her legs with a small sigh.
    Ty put a hand on each side of her, close enough that his fingers brushed her hips. He kissed her panties, then her inner thighs until Edie spread them wide. She slid on the counter, easing toward the edge, but didn’t fear falling. Ty would catch her before that happened. She let her head loll back, her eyes closed, as she concentrated on the pleasure of him pressing her clit.
    The rasp of his tongue on the satin, the sound of him licking her, urged her hips to rock under his touch. Her panties blunted the sensation but took away none of the pleasure as Ty moved from her inner thighs to her cunt and back again. The hot wetness of his mouth moved away, replaced a second later by more coolness as he poured a bit more champagne, the last, she guessed, onto her panties.
    Edie giggled, then gasped when Ty’s mouth pressed her again. His finger slid beneath the elastic, pulling her panties away from her skin. Heady seconds passed as he used the motion of the fabric to further arouse her.
    “Ty,” she said finally. “I can’t stand it any more. Use your mouth on me, please.”
    “Gladly.”
    In seconds her panties had followed the rest of her clothes. Edie opened her eyes to watch him put his mouth on her, at last, without the barrier of anything between them. The muscles in her thighs and belly leaped when he leaned to brush his lips across her swollen clit. When Ty kissed her there, Edie arched her back again, giving up to the sweet sensations flooding her.
    Ty’s big hands gripped her hips to keep her in place as he feasted on her. The counter was big enough for Edie to lay back, her elbows propping her. Her head just cleared the raised edge of the bar between the kitchen and family room, and though the lip of wood made a hard pillow, she couldn’t quite bring herself to care just then.
    “God, it’s been so long.” Ty said it low, but Edie had no trouble hearing him.
    His hair tickled her belly and thighs as he settled into licking her cunt, back and forth, up and down. He circled her clitoris with his tongue, then paused to suckle gently, tucking it between his lips while he slid one thick finger