The Last One(66)
Meghan crunched up, raising her arms to help me. I almost swallowed my tongue when I saw the bra she was wearing. It was black lace, plunging low, and the pale pink peaks of her nipples pushed against the material. As though I couldn’t help it, I lowered my mouth to catch one of them between my teeth, worrying it without biting down too hard.
She cried out, but I knew it was from pleasure, not pain. I balanced on one arm and covered her other breast with my hand, palming it and feathering my thumb over the nipple.
Meghan writhed beneath me. I pulled down one cup of her bra and covered the rosy peak with my mouth, sucking and pressing it to the roof of my mouth. Her hands clawed at my back, and she moaned my name.
“What do you want, Meghan?” I already knew, because it was the same thing that I needed, but I had to hear her say it.
“I want—more. I want you. I need you inside me.”
Reaching behind her back, I unhooked the bra and threw it to the side. I pushed her breasts together, kissing them and then moving lower, down her stomach. My fingers played under the waistband of her jeans before I unbuttoned them and tugged down the zipper.
“Sam.” Her hands threaded into my hair, and I knew she was coaxing me on.
“Yeah, I know, babe. I’m getting there.” I pulled off her jeans and inhaled fast when I saw the tiny piece of lace between her legs. “Oh my God, Meghan. Are you trying to give me a heart attack?” I touched her, letting one finger tip trail over the panties, dipping down to where the black cloth was soaked. I added just enough pressure to feel the hard nub of nerves beneath.
“Sam—please.” Meghan grasped my hand, pushing it against herself.
“Shhh. I’m going to make it better. Much, much better.” I hooked my fingers into each side of the panties, pulling them down her legs and over her feet. My mouth was level with the juncture of her legs. I parted her, slow and tender, and kissed within them, circling her clit with my tongue as my fingers explored.
She let out a strangled cry. “So close. Oh, God, Sam. Don’t stop.”
“Not planning on it.” I sucked the bundle of nerves at the same time that I plunged two fingers inside her. Meghan rocked her hips, trying to get closer to my mouth. She gripped my hair and her whole body spasmed as she ground out my name. I could feel her pulsing around my fingers and twitching beneath my tongue.
When she collapsed onto the quilts with a heave of breath, I kissed down to her feet and then back up, letting my lips cover every bit of the silken skin on her legs as I moved. She hummed a little, and when I reached her face again, she opened her eyes enough to offer me a lazy smile.
“Hi.” She reached out to draw me closer and kiss me, this time with sensual slowness, as though we could lie here forever enjoying each other.
“Hi.” I ran my hands over her breasts again, loving the feeling of their weight and fullness in my hands. “You’re incredible, did you know that?”
“I know you make me feel incredible.” She laced her hands together behind my neck. “When you touch me, it’s like you set me on fire. And I burn for you, until I think I’ll end up cinders.”
She kissed me again, pulling me tighter to her as her tongue tangled with mine. Her fingers danced over my chest again, trailed down my stomach and skated beneath my jeans. I sucked in my breath to give her room, and when her small palm closed over my throbbing cock, I groaned.
“I think you’re way too dressed.” Meghan sat up on her knees, her hair falling in a silken curtain around her shoulders. She unbuttoned my pants and tugged at them. “But I also think you’re going to have to help me get them off.” She smirked at me. “You get them off and I’ll get you off.”
I shook my head in mock outrage and sat up to help her maneuver the jeans off. My boxers caught on the button, so I took them off too and discarded them in the corner with Meghan’s clothes.
“Much better.” She swung one leg over me, straddling my hips so that her hands were on my shoulders and my dick jutted out behind her. Laying there looking at her, with her red hair spread around her face and her body glorious with the globes of her breasts, I thought I’d never seen anyone so beautiful, so perfect. I knew this vision would haunt my memory for a long time.
“I like this.” I lifted her boobs, using one finger to draw a circle around a nipple. “Are you going to ride me?”
“Maybe.” She flashed that sassy smile that used to annoy the hell out of me. Now it only made me want more. “But first I’m going to taste you.”
She slithered down my body, and I thought I was going to lose it when her boobs ran over my cock. But in a few seconds, Meghan’s hand was on me, stroking and pumping, pausing now and then to cup my balls or to circle the head with her thumb. Just when I wasn’t sure I was going to live and didn’t care if I died, she surrounded me with the burning silk of her mouth, sinking over me, taking in each inch.