Voice going high, Alice said, “It’s a front closure!”
Hint, hint?
He smiled around the lust and, using two fingers, opened her bra. Pale, smooth, high, her br**sts were enough to waylay his good intentions. Releasing her wrists, Reese hurriedly stripped the bra off her, then went to one knee.
Her hand settled in his hair, stroking, curious, a little unsure. “What are you going to do?”
“The same thing I did to your ni**les. But—” he touched the tip of one finger to the silky triangle of her itty-bitty panties “—here.”
“Oh.”
Leaning into her, Reese used his tongue to stroke, opened his mouth over her.
“Oh.”
With both hands he palmed her sweet little backside to keep her from moving away. Her scent was indescribable, and he nuzzled closer, made a hungry sound of need.
“I...” A moan, soft and deep, sounded seconds before she wove her hands into his hair, holding him closer. “I want a turn, too.”
He’d never survive her special brand of sweet torture. “Not a problem.” Unless he died of pleasure.
Knowing he had to hurry it along or it’d be over before he got started, Reese caught the tiny waistband of her panties and slowly dragged them down her slender legs to unveil her.
God, she was sexy, standing before him in a wealth of mingled nervousness and excitement. Her soft inner thighs drew him, so he kissed each one, moving higher and higher, sucking gently on the sleek skin, trailing with his tongue.
When he was just shy of tasting her without the barrier of her panties, Alice wailed, “Not fair!”
He cupped a hand over her. “How’s that?”
“I want you naked, too. I want to do...things to you, too.”
He didn’t want to give up his exploration of her body, but he also didn’t want her so tense. Standing, he asked, “You want me to strip off my slacks?”
She gave a sharp nod. “Yes, please.”
It seemed impossible to find humor in the middle of such lust, but there it was, tugging at his smile, making him want to hug her close and laugh.
Instead, he toed off his shoes, saying, “I’m not modest, you know.” He bent to remove his socks. “There’s no reason to frown.”
“I’m concentrating.”
On his dick, yeah, he knew that. Hell, he felt her hot gaze all but penetrating his slacks. Reese teased her, saying, “They didn’t dub me ‘Bare it all Bareden’ without reason.”
“So, get to the baring part.”
“Such impatience.” And damn it, he started to feel a little unnerved by her intense scrutiny. He’d never done a striptease. Before Alice, sex had been a natural progression, without all the fanfare and discussion. A kiss, a touch, clothes gone, penetration, completion.
Now, with her, it felt like so much more. Important. Special.
Somewhat uncomfortable with that thought, he removed his wallet and cell phone to put on the nightstand, then shucked off his slacks, taking his boxers off at the same time.
Nipples tight and knees locked, she parted her lips on a sharp breath. “Oh, my.”
Reese started to lift his arms, to make some silly comment about giving her what she wanted, but she turned suddenly and scampered up to the center of the bed. His heart nearly stopped over that particular view.
Going to her back, Alice held out her arms. “Enough foreplay. I need you.”
Foreplay hadn’t factored in. He wanted to explore every inch of her because every inch was so enticing. But Reese found himself taking the two big steps needed to reach her. In the back of his mind, he reminded himself to not forget the condom.
But everywhere else, with every other fiber of his being, he immersed himself in Alice’s unique sensuality, her scent and taste and her beautiful, slender body.
Half covering her, locking his teeth at the feel of her br**sts cushioning his chest, Reese stroked down to her hip. “No rushing, Alice. I need to know you’re ready.”
“I am.” She clutched at his shoulders. “I promise.”
“How about I see for myself?”
He kissed her lips, her cheek, moving his hand over to her lower belly. She kept her thighs tightly pressed together, her eyes wide on his face, watching him.
“Open your legs for me.”
Her nails stung his shoulders—but after a few seconds, she eased her hold...and spread her legs.
Reese teased her ear with damp kisses. “Nice, Alice. Thank you.”
She held her breath while he slowly trailed his fingertips down, over her pubic hair, lower.
“Breathe, honey.”
“Can’t.” She tightened everywhere, waiting.
Slipping a single finger over her, Reese parted her, touched deeper until he found her wet and hot. Pushing in, he whispered against her jaw, “What about now?”
She gasped in a breath, then let it out on a moan.
“That’s it.” Small and tight, she clamped around him—and got wetter. His erection strained against her thigh; he hurt with wanting her. But more than his own pleasure, he wanted hers.
First. Complete. A done deal.
He withdrew, pressed in again, gauging his moves by the raggedness of her breathing. Nuzzling his way down to her br**sts, he asked, “What about another finger?” and as he drew in her nipple, he pushed in a second finger, filling her, loving her reaction.
Groaning deep in her throat, she lifted her hips and let her knees fall apart. He sucked harder, nipped carefully with his teeth and brought his thumb up to touch her clitoris.
Hint, hint?
He smiled around the lust and, using two fingers, opened her bra. Pale, smooth, high, her br**sts were enough to waylay his good intentions. Releasing her wrists, Reese hurriedly stripped the bra off her, then went to one knee.
Her hand settled in his hair, stroking, curious, a little unsure. “What are you going to do?”
“The same thing I did to your ni**les. But—” he touched the tip of one finger to the silky triangle of her itty-bitty panties “—here.”
“Oh.”
Leaning into her, Reese used his tongue to stroke, opened his mouth over her.
“Oh.”
With both hands he palmed her sweet little backside to keep her from moving away. Her scent was indescribable, and he nuzzled closer, made a hungry sound of need.
“I...” A moan, soft and deep, sounded seconds before she wove her hands into his hair, holding him closer. “I want a turn, too.”
He’d never survive her special brand of sweet torture. “Not a problem.” Unless he died of pleasure.
Knowing he had to hurry it along or it’d be over before he got started, Reese caught the tiny waistband of her panties and slowly dragged them down her slender legs to unveil her.
God, she was sexy, standing before him in a wealth of mingled nervousness and excitement. Her soft inner thighs drew him, so he kissed each one, moving higher and higher, sucking gently on the sleek skin, trailing with his tongue.
When he was just shy of tasting her without the barrier of her panties, Alice wailed, “Not fair!”
He cupped a hand over her. “How’s that?”
“I want you naked, too. I want to do...things to you, too.”
He didn’t want to give up his exploration of her body, but he also didn’t want her so tense. Standing, he asked, “You want me to strip off my slacks?”
She gave a sharp nod. “Yes, please.”
It seemed impossible to find humor in the middle of such lust, but there it was, tugging at his smile, making him want to hug her close and laugh.
Instead, he toed off his shoes, saying, “I’m not modest, you know.” He bent to remove his socks. “There’s no reason to frown.”
“I’m concentrating.”
On his dick, yeah, he knew that. Hell, he felt her hot gaze all but penetrating his slacks. Reese teased her, saying, “They didn’t dub me ‘Bare it all Bareden’ without reason.”
“So, get to the baring part.”
“Such impatience.” And damn it, he started to feel a little unnerved by her intense scrutiny. He’d never done a striptease. Before Alice, sex had been a natural progression, without all the fanfare and discussion. A kiss, a touch, clothes gone, penetration, completion.
Now, with her, it felt like so much more. Important. Special.
Somewhat uncomfortable with that thought, he removed his wallet and cell phone to put on the nightstand, then shucked off his slacks, taking his boxers off at the same time.
Nipples tight and knees locked, she parted her lips on a sharp breath. “Oh, my.”
Reese started to lift his arms, to make some silly comment about giving her what she wanted, but she turned suddenly and scampered up to the center of the bed. His heart nearly stopped over that particular view.
Going to her back, Alice held out her arms. “Enough foreplay. I need you.”
Foreplay hadn’t factored in. He wanted to explore every inch of her because every inch was so enticing. But Reese found himself taking the two big steps needed to reach her. In the back of his mind, he reminded himself to not forget the condom.
But everywhere else, with every other fiber of his being, he immersed himself in Alice’s unique sensuality, her scent and taste and her beautiful, slender body.
Half covering her, locking his teeth at the feel of her br**sts cushioning his chest, Reese stroked down to her hip. “No rushing, Alice. I need to know you’re ready.”
“I am.” She clutched at his shoulders. “I promise.”
“How about I see for myself?”
He kissed her lips, her cheek, moving his hand over to her lower belly. She kept her thighs tightly pressed together, her eyes wide on his face, watching him.
“Open your legs for me.”
Her nails stung his shoulders—but after a few seconds, she eased her hold...and spread her legs.
Reese teased her ear with damp kisses. “Nice, Alice. Thank you.”
She held her breath while he slowly trailed his fingertips down, over her pubic hair, lower.
“Breathe, honey.”
“Can’t.” She tightened everywhere, waiting.
Slipping a single finger over her, Reese parted her, touched deeper until he found her wet and hot. Pushing in, he whispered against her jaw, “What about now?”
She gasped in a breath, then let it out on a moan.
“That’s it.” Small and tight, she clamped around him—and got wetter. His erection strained against her thigh; he hurt with wanting her. But more than his own pleasure, he wanted hers.
First. Complete. A done deal.
He withdrew, pressed in again, gauging his moves by the raggedness of her breathing. Nuzzling his way down to her br**sts, he asked, “What about another finger?” and as he drew in her nipple, he pushed in a second finger, filling her, loving her reaction.
Groaning deep in her throat, she lifted her hips and let her knees fall apart. He sucked harder, nipped carefully with his teeth and brought his thumb up to touch her clitoris.
