Wrong Bed Baby (Crescent Cove 10)

What I thought had been a single chain was actually a double layer of gold with little pink crystals dangling from the clasp at her hip. I traced the curving line along her lower back then skipped to the lace string of her panties.

I drew my thumb down the cleft of her ass and reached between her thighs. “Are you wet for me again?”

She looked over her shoulder. “Maybe I’m still wet from this morning.”

“Is that so?” I dumped her into my lap.

She yelped out a surprised laugh.

I buried my nose into the stray curls along her ear. “How bendy are you?”

“I do have a stripper pole in my apartment.” She rubbed her ass against my cock. “What do you think?”

I slid my hand around her middle, the chain teasing my forearm as I coasted my two middle fingers down the damp lace between her thighs. “Open wider.”

She draped her knee over each of my thighs. “Like that?”

“Wider.”

“I can’t reach the floor, Caleb.”

“I’ve got you.” I kissed my way over the skin of her shoulder before scraping my beard back along the way I came.

“Sure your chair can handle this? We could go to your bedroom,” she said on a groan as I tucked my fingers under the lace into her silky heat.

“We’ll get there.”

Maybe.

I wasn’t sure about that, especially since she kept grinding on my dick. She was flowing over my fingers and I strove to hear that soft whimper she made right before my name had tumbled out of her mouth. I could manage to hold out against just about anything to hear that again.

I kissed her throat and concentrated on unlocking all her secrets with my hands and memorizing the little noises she made. With my other hand, I tugged and plucked at her nipples, cupping her breasts gently between the firmer caresses she seemed to crave.

Her back arched and I opened my thighs to spread her farther.

I wanted it all. Knew instinctively the tiny bite of the stretch would make her hum all the more.

“Luna.”

She was past conversation. Sun streamed into the apartment. The golden beams cut across her body, highlighting the shimmer of her skin, the dark blush of her nipples I’d caused, and the lace cutting into my knuckles as I thrust into her again and again.

Her soft cries turned to strangled gasps. I held her down and demanded more.

My dick screamed to get inside of her, to ease my own pain, but I didn’t have a condom on me.

I’d have my turn.

I might die first, but she’d come for me, dammit.

She cried out to some name I didn’t know, but it had an inflection that I recognized. Nirvana. God. That place where you weren’t exactly in your own body. She shook and clamped her hand over mine. Her fingers slid between mine until we were both stroking the soft flesh of her pussy.

“Fuck, Luna.”

Her other hand came up and gripped my hair as she practically levitated off my lap. Her body bowed and every muscle tightened while she shook.

Then a moment later, she simply dropped back onto me with a shiver. She turned her face until our lips met in a messy kiss that was more sighs than technique.

I sat up and shifted her so her legs were together, then hoisted her up in a princess carry.