She unbuttoned his shirt. “Where do you want to begin?”
He reached under her long skirt to peel off her bikinis. “What color are these?”
“A bright orange, a shocking color that’s unfortunately unappreciated.”
He slipped her panties into his pocket. “I’d appreciate any color on you.”
“Isn’t it more like off me?” She helped him out of his shirt and tossed it over her shoulder.
He pulled the pins from her hair, and the lazy curls spilled over her shoulders. “Maybe I’ll give everyone Sunday off, and we can spend the whole day without clothes.”
She licked his nipples and felt him quiver. “I like to sit out on the patio, so I’d at least have to wrap myself in a towel.”
“That would work as long as no one in the water screamed for help.” He rolled her top off over her head and unfastened her bra. “Your breasts fit perfectly in my palms.” He rubbed his thumbs over her nipples with a tender stroke. They were already perfect buds, and he leaned down to kiss them.
She swayed into his magical touch, and he turned his hand to brush her breasts gently with his knuckles. The soft bumps gave her a new thrill. “Maybe I won’t go out on the patio.” She combed his hair through her fingers. “Someone else can play lifeguard.”
“We could sit out there Sunday night after dark.”
She giggled at the thought and unbuttoned his shorts. “We could do that tonight after everyone’s gone home.”
“That would mean another trip up and down the stairs, and I’d rather use my energy elsewhere.”
“Wise choice.” She eased down his shorts, lowered her hands to his butt, snuggled against him and gave him long, slow kisses. After a step back, she cupped his balls, lightly traced her name with a fingertip and wished she could write it with permanent ink. His cock filled both hands, and she stroked him firmly, then fluttered her fingers up and down his length. “You feel full of energy right here.”
He grabbed her waist to pull her against his chest. “I’ll bet you’re the most popular girl in your sorority.”
“Are you calling me a slut?” she teased playfully.
“No, I just meant…”
“I understand it was a compliment, but I don’t lavish affection on every man I meet.”
He rocked back against the door. “I’m grateful you’re lavishing it on me.”
Intending to keep him grateful, she rose up to lick his lips lightly with the tip of her tongue. “Grab on to both poles so I won’t overwhelm you.”
“I don’t overwhelm easily.”
“We’ll see.” When he had both hands firmly anchored, she spread a luscious trail of kisses from his shoulders, across his nipples and down his flat abs. She was still wearing her skirt and brushed the hem lightly over his navel and lower. “Isn’t this nice?”
He bumped his head against the door. “Better than nice.”
She knelt to kiss his cock. “This is all I want up.” She flicked her tongue over the sensitive underside of the smooth rounded tip, tasted a salty drop and sat back. “Did you remember condoms?”
“I’ve been putting them in my pockets every time I get dressed. I’ll be ready when you are.”
She brushed her curls over his crotch, sucked him deep, and, had anyone else been upstairs, they would have heard his deep-throated moan. His heady cologne played with her senses just as her affectionate kiss played with his. The enticing darkness made every caress a double thrill. When he grabbed her shoulders to pull he
r to her feet, she relaxed against him to align her body to his. He handed her a condom, and she tore the wrapper.
“Hurry up,” he begged.
With a lazy caress, she slipped the condom down his length. She stopped to kiss him deeply, pulled her skirt out of the way and wrapped her leg around his waist.
He didn’t lift his mouth from hers as he guided himself into her and surged deep. He pulled back slowly and then dived into her again. He held her tightly in his arms, barely moving for a long, deep ride. He eased a hand between them to find her clit and pulsed against her in time with his strokes.
She had one hand around his neck and the other in his thick hair to hang on. His taste and smell, his every move lifted her higher and higher. She brushed her nipples across his broad chest to satisfy a delicious longing. The feeling was a surprise she’d never have discovered without his insistence she had a desirable figure all on her own. The man was a wonder in so many ways, and her whole body sang with his until filled to overflowing she shattered into whirling, sparkling bits. Her core clenched through his last hurried push, and she bit her lip rather than attack his shoulder. It may have all been instinct, but they blended pleasure so well together, she never wanted to let him go.