Page 47 of Our Last First Kiss

“Alec,” she said, low as a groan, and he moved his mouth to her neck.

She arched, so accommodating, and he kissed her there, sucked there too, fucking glad to think of the small bruise he might leave behind.

Yeah, a beast he was, happy to mark her.

“Alec,” she said again and he glanced up, the sight of her arms manacled by his hand and her dress just another turn-on. Maybe two years of celibacy had kinked his sexuality a little.

“Yeah, sugar?”

“I need to touch you.”

“Mm-hmm.” He bent his head to lick across her collarbone. “How many reindeer pull Santa’s sleigh?”

A beat of silence. “Thirteen. No! Nine,” she said, with a touch of triumph. “Counting Rudolph.”

Clucking his tongue, he lifted his head again. “Baby, I know good girls are always striving for the best grades, but this time you don’t want to pass the test.”

She looked adorably confused and he laughed again. “Now you keep your hands right where I have them and I’ll get down to the dirty work of making you forget everything…including your own name.”

His big fist squeezed her hands together and then he slid lower on her body. He licked across her ribs and felt her hold her breath as he whirled his tongue in the narrow indent of her navel. His fingers found the front clasp of her bra and he unfastened it as he peppered her flat belly with kisses, then peeled the cups from her flesh.

His good girl remained in the position he’d placed her, fingers entwined near the headboard, and he murmured praise as he slid her panties down her legs. “Oh, God,” he said, his hand fisting the damp material as he stared at the glistening pinkness between her thighs. “You’re so beautiful.” How could he have spent two years away from this?

But no other woman could be as tempting, as lovely, as Lilly Durand, who made a muffled sound of thrilled want as he insinuated himself between her thighs, pushing them open with the flat of his palms. She was breathing hard, and her muscles tensed as he lowered his mouth to her.

His tongue grazed over her flesh.

She whimpered, and the sound shot heat through his bloodstream. His cock felt as big as a bat and so sensitive even the cotton of his boxers felt abrasive. Still, he rubbed his crotch against the mattress in time with the short strokes of his tongue on her pleated flesh, her juices spilling onto his tongue so he was drunk with the taste of her.

He feasted on her, his mouth opening her labia to explore all the smooth inner surfaces. Even with his hands on her hips, she was lifting into him, and he loved the wet of her on his mouth, his chin, his cheeks. He was steeped in her.

And her flavor and her response to him was taking him so damn high. His balls had swelled and hugged the base of his dick and he knew what that meant. Forcing his face from her, he looked up, trying to stave off the inevitable.

But at her blissed-out expression, his cock twitched in painful, gleeful anticipation. Her eyes opened and she ran her tongue along her full bottom lip.

Fucking beautiful.

“Sugar,” he said, his voice rough. “Can you tell me who’s buried in Grant’s tomb?”

And it was clear she couldn’t even parse his question, that she wasn’t even trying to, so he muttered, “Mission accomplished,” and buried his face in her pussy again, this time adding a finger, then two, as she cried out with pleasure.

He fucked her like that, his stiff fingers in a steady rhythm, his tongue flicking her clit as she angled her hips to allow him fuller access. His mind blanked out and he was glad for it, all the worry about this first act after two years having some major import evaporating in the fucking, fucking goodness of her inner walls clamping on his fingers and her accelerated whimpers testifying to the closeness of her orgasm.

Shifting onto his knees, with his free hand he yanked down his zipper and pulled his cock through his boxers and jeans, palming it. He glanced up to see that Lilly was staring there, her mouth half-open, her gaze glassy, her breath seemingly caught in her lungs as he jacked himself. Pleasure pulled inside him, stretching to a fine, quivering line until, as it felt about to break, he dove back to her pussy and clamped the edges of his teeth around her clit. Keeping his hold delicate, he sucked the jewel into his mouth.