and started to rock against it. “Fuck, Laurel,” he gasped, breaking out of the kiss abruptly. “You’re killing me.”
She was so eager she couldn’t seem to stop, her body desperately craving the release. At least he was just as turned on as she was. “Well, don’t die until you get me off.” She ran her hands down his smooth back until she found the firm flesh of his ass through the fabric of his shorts. She dug her fingers in, tightening her legs around him, seeking any sort of friction she could.
Unexpectedly, he laughed again, the vibrations rippling through her body deliciously. “If you’ll unwrap your legs so I can move, I’ll do the best I can.”
She did as he asked. As soon as he was freed from her grip, he lowered his mouth to one of her breasts again and then even lower to her belly.
She gasped. And gasped again as he nuzzled her intimately. She fisted both hands in his thick hair, feeling the muscles of her thighs and stomach tighten.
He tucked his fingers around the waistband of her bikini bottoms and glanced up at her, as if asking permission.
“Oh, yes,” she hissed, vaguely pleased that he was so careful, despite his desire and her own impatience. He pulled the little green suit down her legs and then nuzzled her intimately again, darting his tongue out to tease her in a way that felt so good she gave an embarrassing little yelp.
Then he kissed his way back up to her shuddering stomach and higher to her breasts.
“I should have known you were a tease,” she complained, trying to sound dry despite her panting and squirming.
He chuckled against her breast and slid one hand between her legs. “Have you ever tried to go down on someone before you’ve done anything else?”
She gasped in pleasure when he slid one finger inside her, but she fought through the sensations to respond in kind, “You’re saying you’re not up to the challenge?”
He laughed again, joining his first finger with a second. “I’m saying it’s more likely to be successful when you know what the other person likes. Much less embarrassing groping and fumbling around.”
She couldn’t help but laugh at his dry tone—the amusement mingling irresistibly with her desire. He wasn’t at all what she’d imagined a notorious playboy would be like in bed. He was so much better. “Sounds like a cop-out to me.”
He penetrated her with both fingers, her inner muscles clenching around him eagerly. “What does it sound like?”
She arched up helplessly as he stroked her and played with her nipple with his tongue. “Maybe just…just…” She couldn’t seem to catch her breath, the sensations intensifying quickly toward climax.
“Just what?” he prompted, sounding far too smug.
It felt so good she didn’t even care, but she managed to get her thoughts together enough to conclude, “Maybe just strategic thinking.”
“Exactly. I’m all about strategy.”
She was too far gone to talk anymore, as he worked her over with his fingers and his mouth. She’d never been a noisy lover, but she kept making soft, silly sounds like “eh” as she shamelessly rode his hand.
She had to bite her lower lip hard as she came, the pleasure shuddering through her body. And she was still gasping as she relaxed and opened her eyes to see Andrew, that hot urgency in his eyes even stronger than before.
“Oh, God, that was good.” She stretched in satisfaction and pulled him down into another kiss. “Thank you.”
Her body hummed with pleasure but wasn’t finished the way it was when she got herself off with her own hand.
She wanted more. She hadn’t begun to get enough.
Chapter Four
Andrew really hoped Laurel wasn’t about to go to sleep.
Her lush body was stretched out on the chaise beneath him, soft and relaxed from her orgasm, her expression so sated she almost looked drowsy.
He was going to be seriously disappointed if she decided she was satisfied.
His own body was coiled so tightly he was almost
She was so eager she couldn’t seem to stop, her body desperately craving the release. At least he was just as turned on as she was. “Well, don’t die until you get me off.” She ran her hands down his smooth back until she found the firm flesh of his ass through the fabric of his shorts. She dug her fingers in, tightening her legs around him, seeking any sort of friction she could.
Unexpectedly, he laughed again, the vibrations rippling through her body deliciously. “If you’ll unwrap your legs so I can move, I’ll do the best I can.”
She did as he asked. As soon as he was freed from her grip, he lowered his mouth to one of her breasts again and then even lower to her belly.
She gasped. And gasped again as he nuzzled her intimately. She fisted both hands in his thick hair, feeling the muscles of her thighs and stomach tighten.
He tucked his fingers around the waistband of her bikini bottoms and glanced up at her, as if asking permission.
“Oh, yes,” she hissed, vaguely pleased that he was so careful, despite his desire and her own impatience. He pulled the little green suit down her legs and then nuzzled her intimately again, darting his tongue out to tease her in a way that felt so good she gave an embarrassing little yelp.
Then he kissed his way back up to her shuddering stomach and higher to her breasts.
“I should have known you were a tease,” she complained, trying to sound dry despite her panting and squirming.
He chuckled against her breast and slid one hand between her legs. “Have you ever tried to go down on someone before you’ve done anything else?”
She gasped in pleasure when he slid one finger inside her, but she fought through the sensations to respond in kind, “You’re saying you’re not up to the challenge?”
He laughed again, joining his first finger with a second. “I’m saying it’s more likely to be successful when you know what the other person likes. Much less embarrassing groping and fumbling around.”
She couldn’t help but laugh at his dry tone—the amusement mingling irresistibly with her desire. He wasn’t at all what she’d imagined a notorious playboy would be like in bed. He was so much better. “Sounds like a cop-out to me.”
He penetrated her with both fingers, her inner muscles clenching around him eagerly. “What does it sound like?”
She arched up helplessly as he stroked her and played with her nipple with his tongue. “Maybe just…just…” She couldn’t seem to catch her breath, the sensations intensifying quickly toward climax.
“Just what?” he prompted, sounding far too smug.
It felt so good she didn’t even care, but she managed to get her thoughts together enough to conclude, “Maybe just strategic thinking.”
“Exactly. I’m all about strategy.”
She was too far gone to talk anymore, as he worked her over with his fingers and his mouth. She’d never been a noisy lover, but she kept making soft, silly sounds like “eh” as she shamelessly rode his hand.
She had to bite her lower lip hard as she came, the pleasure shuddering through her body. And she was still gasping as she relaxed and opened her eyes to see Andrew, that hot urgency in his eyes even stronger than before.
“Oh, God, that was good.” She stretched in satisfaction and pulled him down into another kiss. “Thank you.”
Her body hummed with pleasure but wasn’t finished the way it was when she got herself off with her own hand.
She wanted more. She hadn’t begun to get enough.
Chapter Four
Andrew really hoped Laurel wasn’t about to go to sleep.
Her lush body was stretched out on the chaise beneath him, soft and relaxed from her orgasm, her expression so sated she almost looked drowsy.
He was going to be seriously disappointed if she decided she was satisfied.
His own body was coiled so tightly he was almost
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