Page 95 of Lawton

She arched again and said my name.

Say it again.

I squeezed my fingers, capturing the nipple and rolling it between my fingertips, stroking and kneading until she said it again. Her voice was just a whisper. "Lawton."

That's right.

I trailed my fingers lower until they reached the waist of her panties. I nudged them downward until they were below her hips.

With a soft moan, she pressed her pelvis against my palm as if desperate for more. I was desperate, too. But I wasn't going to rush this. With my thumb, I found that special spot and rubbed against it. She gave another soft moan, and I circled back, rubbing and teasing until her breath grew short, and her body was trembling.

I felt her lips on my neck as she arched her hips, harder now, with a hint of desperation. With my index finger, I circled her opening, teasing and hinting until she was squirming for more.

With every circle, every stroke, she grew hotter and wetter. She arched and trembled, and murmured my name. I was teasing her, making her want me as bad as I wanted her.

If I wanted to, I could make her beg. She might like that. I was sorely tempted. I'd wanted her forever, and now she was here. I wanted to make her mine and not only this once. I wanted to hold her through the night and wake up with her at dawn.

She arched upward, and a soft sigh escaped her lips. "More."

I felt myself smile. More, huh? Taking my sweet time, I slid a finger inside her and felt my hardness surge when she gave a long muffled moan of obvious pleasure.

She was slick and tight, and the thought of being inside her –reallyinside her – made me surge with heat and hardness. "You feel incredible," I said, meaning every word.

I moved my finger in time with my thumb, noticing what she liked and doing more of it, side to side, around and around, just enough and never enough. Through it all, I couldn't stop watching her. Her eyes were shut, and her lips were parted.

She was an angel, something out of a dream. I leaned in close and spoke against her skin. "I've wanted this – wanted you – so bad, you have no idea."

I felt her hands gripping the waistband of my briefs. She tugged downward and reached for me, taking my hardness into her warm hands. She gave me one long stroke and then another.

Her name fell from my lips in a muffled groan. I pulled away my hand and took her in my arms, lowering her backward onto the sofa. I looked into her eyes, wanting to remember this for the rest of my life. I reached down and shoved off my briefs and then reached for her panties.

Slowly, savoring each moment, I pulled them lower and lower until she was fully naked. I wanted her right here, right now, with nothing between us.

Still, I made myself say, "Hang on."

Her voice was breathless. "For what?"

I reached beside the couch, fumbling for my pants pocket. I pulled out a small, foil package and started to open it.

Chloe gave me a sheepish grin. "Oh, that?" She took the package from my hand and pulled out the condom. "Here, let me do it." A moment later, she was sliding it onto me, caressing my length as she went.

Even in this, her touch was magic. My eyes drifted shut, and my lips parted. When she finished, I opened my eyes and drank in the sight of her. Her hair was wild, and her eyes were bright. Her nipples were small and pink, and still erect.

Even now, she felt like a dream. She lay back again, and her thighs parted. I heard myself say, "You aresobeautiful."

She smiled. "So are you."

I'd been called a lot of things, but never that. It was just like Chloe, full of surprises.

I ran a finger along her slick opening, teasing and caressing until she was ready and then some. Finally, I lowered myself toward her. She raised her hips and reached for my length, guiding me closer to her slick, tight opening.

When I'd barely slid into her, she gave a soft moan that made it hard to go slow. But there was no way I'd be rushing this. I held myself very still, loving the way she looked, naked in the firelight.

I looked deep into her eyes, wondering if I'd ever be able to look away. When I spoke, my voice was low and quiet against the crackling of the fire. "I want this to last forever." She'd never know it, but I wasn't talking about sex.

Chloe gave me a slow smile. "Then don't make me wait." She leaned further back. "Please." Her voice trembled. "Don't stop."

At that moment, I'd have done anything she asked. With slow deliberation, I surged forward until, inch by inch, I was finally inside her. I heard a soft gasp, and felt her tremble. I waited a beat before asking, "You okay?"