ADULT EXCERPT

“Are you sure?”

“Oh, yes. I’ve never been more sure of anything in my life.”

He pressed his erection into her softness. She opened her legs, letting him drop between them, bringing him into direct contact with her warmth. Her hips tilted and Efrem groaned as she pulled her crotch up the length of him. They were so close he felt the seam of her jeans along the length of his erection. It pressed into his hard flesh but did not defeat him. He sucked on her tongue and her breasts, thoroughly wetting the thin, worn cotton. She arched against him and he slid an arm under her back. Biting her gently, he let her drenched shirt slip from his lips.

“Take it off,” he demanded, breathing heavily.

She smiled coquettishly. “Why?” she purred.

Oh, hell. She wanted to play and he wanted to fuck.

“I want to see what color your nipples are. Take it off.” A little too demanding, but it worked.

Her eyes grew wide but she reached down and pulled the material up her stomach. It caught on the tight beads around her nipples he had called from her then slipped up to reveal dark brown nipples. Her skin was pinched so tight he could see every pore, every milk duct, every pulsing vein, and a lone beauty mark on her left breast.

“You’re beautiful.”

“Take yours off.”

His head jerked up to see her looking at him hungrily. His cock twitched as her hips wiggled. One-handed, he grabbed his own T-shirt and pulled it over his head. Her hands immediately cupped his chest and fingernails scratched lightly across his own dark brown nipples. They puckered. But Lisa’s put his to shame, until she lifted her mouth and sucked one into her mouth.

“Tit for tat?” he asked.

Her response was to drench the denim between her legs. He had to see. Efrem grabbed her knees and pulled them up under his arms. He pushed up and saw the damp spot on her jeans. His arms started to shake. They were almost fully dressed, and he was afraid he was about to embarrass himself. The sight of her, the proof of her desire, made him weak. When her slender, strong hand cupped him through his jeans, he slid forward, savoring the feel of her on his cock. His eyes closed in bliss as she scraped her short but effective fingernails along the bulge in his pants.

“More,” she panted.

Efrem wasn’t sure how much “more” he could take, but far be it from him to disappoint a willing, wet woman. Here he understood exactly what a woman wanted.

Lisa made a sound deep in her throat. It sounded like a whimper. But Lisa wasn’t one to whimper. Plead maybe, demand, definitely. But not whimper.

He stood and stripped off his clothes. Lisa started on her jeans and Efrem helped her finish. Then he stood there and looked. And looked. Reality far surpassed his fantasies. Her pussy glistened with moisture, a bead slipping down to her anus. It reacted. So did his dick. She reached up to him.

“Come back here.”

He eased down on top of her, settling himself into her open arms and legs. They lay skin to skin. Each savored the moment. Lisa looked as smug as Efrem felt.

Kissing her softly, he let his hands explore her. Her skin was smooth and white, and the cleft at the top her thigh was sensitive. Strong legs wrapped around his waist, inviting him to press inside her—but not yet. His breath hitched when she ran her fingers over his hardness. She was soft, warm, and smelled musky. Drinking in her scent he lipped her nipples, laved her breasts then sucked. She arched and moaned and he obliged her by pulling her breast into his mouth.

“Please.”

Okay, that was a whimper.

“I want…”

“Me, too,” he mumbled. He cupped the outside of her breasts and pressed them together, then buried his face between them, snaking his tongue in and out.

She opened her eyes and looked into his. “Efrem.”

Reaching one hand down, he slid a finger inside her pussy. She was warm and wet, ready for him, and saturated with desire. Another finger and her legs opened wider. His thumb roved around in her slick folds and her knees lifted. Fascinated with her response, Efrem slipped back and sat on his heels. His erection bounced between them until she wrapped her hands around it.

“Lift your legs higher,” he demanded in a rough voice.

Her eyes widened but she obeyed. She was completely open to him. He slipped one slick finger out and rubbed it between her cheeks. He watched to see her reaction. She flipped a leg over the back of the couch. He smiled—not knowing how much like a predator the smile made him look—and eased his finger inside. She clenched tight around him, rocking her hips as he gripped her front and back. Her orgasm started deep inside, built slowly then exploded. He moved his hand so he could make love to her but she still held his dick.

He almost came when she used her own hand to slick him up and down. He took it as long as he could.

“Enough.” He gently tugged on her hands. She opened her eyes, smiled, and slid up higher. With her help, he didn’t need to brace himself. She prepared herself for him and held his gaze while he oh-so-slowly pushed inside, and home.