She moved against him restlessly, as if she’d realized they were nestled together. “It’s not my house.”
“It is while you’re living here.” Unable to help himself, he eliminated the distance between them and arrowed his tongue along her lower lip, asking for the entrance he’d simply taken moments before.
She kept her eyes on his as her lips opened, her tongue snaking out to guide him in for a quick kiss. He didn’t expect much in her condition, but just the skim of her mouth over his was enough to ignite his senses. He also didn’t expect the rush of warmth that descended over him when she sighed again and sidled lower to lay her head against his chest. “You’re good at that.”
“You too.” After he reached over and turned out the bedside lamp, he stroked her back, sliding his hand up to feather his fingertips over the exposed skin above the nightgown’s collar. “You should get some sleep. Try to shake off this cold.”
“Mmm-hmm.” She swallowed audibly. “Are you as good a kisser everywhere?”
Still rocked by getting somewhere—anywhere—with her, he didn’t understand her question at first. In the intimate dark of her bedroom, it would be easy to ascribe a husky timbre to her tone that wasn’t there. “What exactly are you asking me?” he questioned, his voice strained from the unrelenting pressure in his cock.
“Nothing. Never mind.”
“Sara.” He lifted her face to his. Even though he couldn’t see her eyes in the darkness, he brought their faces close until their mouths nearly met. “Tell me what you need.”
“I can’t.” She groaned. “God, I’m not used to feeling uncertain like this.”
“You don’t have to be. No one else needs to know what happens here between us.” He rubbed his thumb over her mouth and inhaled deeply as her soft, wet lips enveloped it. “Tell me,” he said as she released him.
“What if I show you?”
Now he was the one to swallow hard. Could she hear his heart throbbing in his chest? “Okay.”
She slipped away, putting space between their bodies. Then she tugged down the sheet and yanked up the hem of her nightgown, giving him a glimpse of long legs and smooth skin in the faint moonlight. He waited as she hiked up the fabric, trying not to pant. Whatever she wanted, he hoped like hell he could last long enough to give it to her.
“Your mouth,” she said, grabbing his hand and sliding it between her thighs. Her wet thighs. “Put it here.”
He was dreaming. He had to be. This afternoon when he’d left, Sara hadn’t seemed interested. She’d flushed when he guided her hand to his cock, true. She’d even let out a little gasp. But he never could have fathomed the day would end like this.
“Is this the cold medicine talking?” he asked hoarsely, afraid he didn’t care.
“No. I’m thinking clearly. Mostly. But I…I’m not up for full sex. Is that a problem?”
Brad slid down the mattress so fast that she laughed. “Do you go commando all the time in bed or is this a special occasion?”
“Since I often wear thongs, I don’t like to wear anything at night.” Her tone turned flirty. “I could slip on a pair, if you have some ritual that involves taking them off with your teeth…”
Thongs? Really? Now he’d have that in his head every time he saw her. And every time he didn’t. Pretty much every day, always.
“Intriguing idea, but no. This more than works for me.” He shifted around on the bed until he could wedge his head between her thighs and suck in a breath full of Sara.
Damn, she smelled good. How many times had he fantasized about eating her out while he stroked one off in the shower? Now here she was, her hot pussy inches from his eager mouth, the erotic aroma making him lightheaded.
She reached down and wove her fingers through his hair as he started to lick, circling his tongue around her swollen clit. He could’ve spent all night doing this. She tasted as tangy and sweet as the apple they’d shared, and he pressed his face against her heat, intent on getting more of her in his mouth. Finally, he had proof of their mutual attraction, and he damn well wouldn’t waste a drop.
She tugged on his hair, sharp pulls that only encouraged his engorged cock to rear against his pajama pants. He reached down to release himself, but not because he expected her to do anything about his hard-on. Nope, he’d pretty much reconciled himself to getting reacquainted with the shower again tonight. But if he didn’t relieve some of the pressure around his dick, he’d detonate in no time. And that wouldn’t exactly make her change her mind from thinking he was too young, now would it?
“Use your fingers,” she urged as he began to do just that, sliding two in and out of her slick pussy. Her inner muscles clamped around him, her arousal making wet, noisy sounds every time he entered and exited. She thrust against his face shamelessly, using his hair to move his mouth up and down her saturated flesh until she wasn’t the only one moaning.
He reached up with his free hand for her breast, grabbing her harder than he’d meant to. She didn’t seem to mind. Her back bowed, and she pushed her tight nipple into his palm, her cries rising.
“God. Yes. Don’t stop. I’m about to…”
“Stop?” he rasped. “Not a fucking chance.”
He fought not to lose it as he redoubled his efforts. He sucked her clit hard and thrust his fingers deep, determined to experience every nuance with her even if he’d only get to feel her spasm around his flesh.
As many times as he’d fantasized about going down on her, nothing prepared him for the reality of hearing her ride out her climax or tasting the results as her release flowed over his tongue. Her nails scraped his scalp, another provocative memory he knew he’d never forget.