Her underwear is the same lacy coral fabric as her bra. Also see-through.
A matching set.
Lord, help me.
I lower my head to her stomach, kiss a circle around her bellybutton. Then lower still until I’m hovering just above the lace. I hook my fingers under the skimpy fabric and relieve her of the underwear, and then she’s mine and she’s here and she’s so fucking amazing that I need my tongue on her, now.
In her.
I bury my head between her legs, hook one of her legs over my shoulder to hold her open to me. Then I lavish her sweet pussy with attention—long, slow licks down her center and short, fast sucks on her clit.
With a moan, Greer drops her hands to my hair and holds me there while I feast. While I memorize the salty-sweet taste of her, the feel of her clit in my mouth, the way she shudders and trembles at my touch.
“So good, Locke.”
Her hips buck for me, circle shamelessly, and I grin against her skin. Pulse a finger inside her, beside my greedy tongue.
“Wait,” she gasps. She levers herself onto her elbows and tugs one hand through my hair, spiking giddy pleasure through my veins.
I pull away and rest my chin on her stomach to catch her eye.
Greer’s gaze is wild and filled with lust, her perfect hair mussed and her chest rising with unsteady breath.
“You okay?” I ask.
Her cheeks turn even pinker. “I just…” She glances away and then brings her gaze to mine. “I want to come with you.”
What did I do to end up here? How did I get this lucky?
“Oh, you will, babe. Trust me, you will.”
She shakes her head at me with a grin that makes me feel like I’m fucking ten feet tall. “You’re incorrigible,” she whispers, then flops back on the bed with a happy sigh.
“At your service.”
I resume my pursuit, chasing her orgasm along with her. I suck her and fuck her with my mouth until she arches her back and clutches the bedsheets and shakes under my touch.
“Oh my god, Locke,” she pants. “That feels so good. Just like that. Just like… yes.” Her breath hitches higher and higher, and her legs stiffen. I push another finger inside her and don’t dare slow down my relentless pace. “I’m gonna come,” she gasps. “Don’t stop. Don’t—ah!” My touch renders her wordless, mindless, and she shudders—fucking explodes—and the moan that pierces me makes my cock harder than I think it’s ever been.
I grin against her skin, kiss a trail back up her belly, pulling down the cup of her bra to suck one perfect nipple into my mouth. Then I brush my lips over her collarbone and breathe her in. She smells like sex and perfume and Greer. God, how could I not love her?
I rest my head on the pillow beside Greer, and she smiles at me. It’s a whole body smile, even though she’s still breathing heavy. I expect her to need a minute to recover, but she shoots me a dangerous, seductive grin and rolls from her back onto her arms.
“You’re still dressed,” she considers. She steadies herself with a palm on my chest and swings a leg over me until she’s straddling me. Only the thin fabric of my boxers separates her naked body from mine, and that barrier is nothing. The head of my cock nudges her slit, and she closes her eyes for a second and rubs herself along me with a moan.
If it feels like this now—like every nerve in my body is alive and shimmering with electricity—what’s it going to feel like when I’m inside her? I feel like I’m going to die, not being inside her, my balls heavy and my skin aching.
“Greer,” I rasp, trying to keep it together.
Her eyes fly open, and she sinks her teeth into her lower lip. A crease of concentration forms between her brows as she unbuttons my shirt with shaking hands. Her look is so breathlessly focused that I groan under her touch.
She feathers a hand over my chest and then further down until she’s teasing me through my boxers, her hot hands stroking me into a frenzy. Then, with a smile, she tugs the fabric off of me.
“This okay?” she asks. She studies me with big eyes, the hard, heavy proof of all my desire out here in the open, bobbing between us.
“God, yes.”
Her returning grin lights up my chest. She snaps a ponytail holder off her wrist and bundles her hair on her head, and it’s the hottest thing I’ve ever seen because I can guess what’s coming. But when she bends to work me, I realize how lacking my imagination’s been all this time. Greer—with her hot, wet mouth around me—is better than any fantasy I could have dreamed.
She fucking lights me up from root to tip, sucking me into her mouth until I’m jerking in her grip. She cradles my balls with one hand while the other follows the trail of her mouth, her satisfied hum reverberating down the length of my shaft.
“Jesus,” I hiss. “Greer, stop. I’m gonna—God.”
My head falls back on a groan of pleasure, but I make myself pull open my eyes and look.
Her wet, pink lips feel so good on me, her mouth filled with my cock. She makes this face of absolute enjoyment, her eyes closed in pleasure. But I’m not going to finish like this. Not without bringing her what we’re here for. I told her she was going to come with me, and dammit, she will.
I gently pull away from her and flip her down onto the bed. We’re both skin and breath and heart as I cover her body with mine. I kiss her like I’m never going anywhere because I can’t imagine ever being anywhere but here, and Greer parts her legs for me, opening until we’re aligned and touching but not all the way
