Slowly, she walked to the couch. Lucian turned the stone this way and that. “This is sea glass.”
“I know. I probably wasted the money—”
“I think it’s interesting. You can’t get stuff like this so far in from the coast. They’re pretty.”
Such satisfaction filled her when he didn’t judge her for buying rocks and glass. “I thought they were interesting too. Look at this one, with the green and purple swirls. That one’s my favorite.”
He smiled at her excitement as she scooted close to him on the sofa. They searched through the stones, pointing out various unique qualities of each one. “What are you going to do with them?”
She shrugged. “I don’t know, but they seemed too pretty to let go. Is that weird?”
He grinned and pulled her close, his fingers pushing her damp hair away from her face. “As a collector and curator of beautiful things, I’d have to say no.” He kissed her, his passion starting a slow burn, then quickly heating. “I’m hungry,” he whispered against her lips.
Her mind went to the fluffy French toast waiting for them as Lucian’s hand tugged at the belt of her robe. He eased her down on the couch. “Lucian . . .” She giggled.
“Hush.”
The plush lapels of her terrycloth robe were drawn away from her bare breasts as he positioned her the way he wanted, hands resting above her head on the arm of the sofa. She tipped her chin to watch him.
Warm lips pressed into the tender flesh of her belly as he took his time working his way to her sex. Strong hands gripped her narrow hips, practically spanning her midsection, thumbs pulling at the flesh above her sex. By the time he placed a kiss on the bare delta of her pussy, she was a puddle of desire.
Soft hair tickled her belly, and her body coiled, seeking his contact. Slowly, his tongue licked over her clit and she arched. Everything was soft, sleepy; nothing felt rushed as he explored her.
He groaned in approval of the needy way she moaned and pressed into his touch. Sometimes Lucian desired her in a manner that was so intense she lost touch with reality and existed only for him. Other times he drove her to a point of need so slowly and acutely it was almost painful. Either way she loved it when he touched her. She had never had another lover, but was certain there was no one in this world who could pleasure her the way Lucian Patras could.
His tongue slid through her dewy folds, gently fucking her, sipping from her, nibbling her lips. Taking his time, for several long minutes, he simply made love to her with his mouth, drinking from her as if she were a sacrament.
Warmth bathed her sex as his tongue flicked over her clit. She moaned and begged him never to stop. He drew out her torture until she was sure even the slightest touch of his breath would make her come. It was amazing that such slow seduction could bring her to this point.
“Come for me, Evelyn,” he whispered over her clit before kissing her there, pulling her gently into his mouth.
She arched as shivers racked her body. Limbs locking, toes pointing, her legs slowly curled over his strong arms as her heart beat right down to the point below his lips. Warm waves of pleasure blanketed her, carrying her on an easy current to a timeless place of beauty and escape.
She sagged in his grip as he lifted her on top of him. Quickly he lowered his silk pants to his hips and seated her with a knee on each side of his thighs. Her sex rippled at the press of his hard cock. The wide head breached her folds and filled her, prolonging her orgasm before it could fade.
Lucian’s hands brushed her tangled hair away from her face, and when his lips found hers she tasted herself. Her weight lifted as she slowly rode him, luxuriating in the fullness he made her feel. They kissed and fucked with an unhurried passion and she savored it.
His hands gripped her softer parts tightly, as though he needed to feel her everywhere. Fingers coasted down her spine, twisting and tickling up to her scalp where they locked in her hair, angling her head back.
His mouth sucked at the long column of her exposed throat. He kept her in the vulnerable position, hair fisted in his hand, other hand anchoring down her hip as he lifted his body into hers. Deep, needy pleas of lust whispered over her flesh as he filled her.
Her body peaked again and her hair suddenly released as his palms gripped her hips hard and dragged her down on his cock, impaling her, dragging her clit over the hard bone of his pelvis. She treasured making love like this, savoring every tender touch and intense whisper.