The Best Kind of Trouble
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Band of Horses’ “No One’s Gonna Love You” came on and her gaze swept up to meet his.
“So how come I didn’t know you could sing?” He made himself stay still as he watched her really hear the lyrics to the song.
“It’s sort of like telling Kelly Slater you surf. Anyway, it’s not a hobby or something I do other than around my house and in the car. Not onstage in front of a zillion people.”
“Panties can go. I like the socks, though.”
Ever so slowly, she pulled one tie and then the other and tugged until the panties fell from her body.
“Seeing you naked is like being really hungry when you go grocery shopping. I want to rush and devour every inch of your body even when I know I’d be better off going slowly.”
“You’re really good at this stuff.”
“Advance warning, a lot of this stuff goes into lyrics.”
She blushed again and he moved, forcing himself to go slow.
He kissed from her shoulder to her neck, up to her ear. He breathed deep there, the scent of her skin settling things deep inside even as his c**k was so hard it ached.
She turned her head to receive the next kisses, their tongues sliding and teasing. He could kiss her for hours.
“Before you, I totally underestimated kissing.” He kissed her again and again until she clutched his shirt at his shoulders. “Your taste, God.”
One corner of her mouth tipped up and he licked over the dimple it formed.
He moved to the other side, down her neck, nibbling until he got to the side of her left breast. He sucked all that luscious flesh and gave her the edge of his teeth. “Gonna leave a mark. I like you knowing who makes you feel good. Like knowing it’s our little secret.”
She drew a choked breath and he smiled, dropping to his knees in front of her.
Her hands slid into his hair, holding his head as he kissed around her belly button, nibbling it. Her skin heated against his lips; he knew she was ready even before he spread her open and took a lick.
She made a strangled sound and tugged his hair, keeping him close.
“Love that you want it so much.”
“So give it to me.” She urged him again and he smiled against her before he took several more long licks. He’d give her this first climax hard and fast so she’d be slippery and ready for him. And then he’d take his time and give her more.
She came with his name on her lips. He loved that as much as her taste.
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HE STOOD IN a fluid motion, his pupils taking up most of the color of his eyes, his lips swollen. She sucked in a breath, but it wasn’t enough.
He kept a hand at her hip as he tore his sweater off and got his pants unzipped. She moved closer, pulling his c**k out and into her hands, thrusting herself around him, up and down until he was slick at the head.
“Stop.”
She did, licking her lips, loving the way he groaned at the sight.
With him this way, she felt powerful, even when she let him control everything. Sexy and desired. Understood.
He finished getting naked and moved to sit on the nearby couch, laying out a condom within arms’ reach.
“Suck me for a bit. Not too long because you know I want to be in you. I’ll let you know when I’m ready for you to get on my lap and ride me.”
The National went away and Ellie Goulding’s “Burn” came on. No one had made her a playlist in a long time. Since college when someone made her a mixed CD. But this was better. Because these songs told her things about how he felt about her.
He moved to put a pillow down for her knees, but she shook her head. Sometimes the rub of the carpet added to things rather than detracted. Sometimes a little pain or discomfort was just what she wanted.
She took him in her mouth, knowing exactly what he liked.
Giving it to him.
Sometimes.
Other times she teased him, going just shy of it. Giving him just enough, holding back a little until he got restless, churning his hips, seeking more.
There was so much power here. Even on her knees, there was power. She knew his body so well, and he let her. She got to him, drew him out more. He opened to her in ways she knew without a doubt he did for no one else.
“Enough. Come up here.”
She stood, licking her lips, loving his groan in response as she moved her thighs just outside his.
She took the condom from his hands, ripping the package open and rolling it on for him.
When she took him into her body, she locked her gaze on him. Watched him as he watched himself disappear into her. And when he shifted up to look at her face, his smile was open in ways it so rarely was.
He reached up, sliding his hand around to the back of her head and pulled it down to meet his kiss. Which she did.
Kissing Paddy was as intimate as his being inside her. Because he put all of himself into the way he kissed.
He held her lips to his own as she undulated, rolling her hips to take and keep him deep. His hands roamed all over her body, caressing, fingertips teasing all her favorite spots and a few she hadn’t even known existed until him. Like the hollow of her throat, where he played the pad of his thumb, slowly, back and forth, over and over. Shivers ran over the surface of her skin.
He followed his thumb with his lips, the edge of his teeth, his tongue, drawing her toward climax yet again. And all just with a touch at her throat. But when he cupped her br**sts, pinching her ni**les just how she liked it best, suspended right before pleasure became pain, she gasped, her body rippling around him.
He gave an answering gasp, that pinch tightening a little.