For Old Times' Sake

An eBook By Sarah Winn.

Linda's eagerness pleased Wade, but he didn't want her to take the lead tonight. He lifted her shirt but left her arms and head trapped within the knit material.

"A blue lace bra," he said in a voice loaded with enthusiasm. "Did you wear this for me?" Then he traced his finger along the scallops formed by the lace covering her breasts.

With her arms pinned above her head, Linda could only submit to his touch. Her face was hidden, but he could tell by the way she arched her back that she wanted more. He kneaded one breast through the lace and reached for her waist with the other hand. Nimbly unbuttoning her slacks and sliding the zipper down, he pushed them over her hips and down to the floor.

"Matching panties, too. You really went all out, sweetheart." She moved to bring her arms down so she could free herself from the shirt, but he easily blocked her with one hand while he felt around the top of her hip-hugging panties. When he reached the middle of her back, he said, "But no thong. I really like those."

"Well, I hate them," Linda said, now really struggling to get hold of her shirt so she could pull it off.

"Why? Don't you like anything rubbing you here?" He placed the side of his hand against the crease between her buttocks and pushed, shoving her panties and his finger firmly against the area he knew would be sensitive.

"Oh!" Linda cried out, but not in pain. He massaged the area slowly, and she stopped struggling with her shirt. But she moved her legs, and he realized she was trying to step out of the slacks still tangled around her feet. A fold of material must have gotten caught on her sandal, for she jerked her foot, lost her balance and crashed against Wade's chest.

He might have steadied them both, but with the bed so near, he allowed himself to fall, taking Linda with him. With her arms trapped in her shirt, she had no way to catch herself and squealed in fright. They hit the bed so hard the headboard banged against the wall.

Wade pulled her shirt up far enough to expose her face and playfully said, "There you are." He kissed her soundly, letting his tongue glide back and forth over hers. When he finally raised his head, she blinked a few times as if to regain her senses.

She started pulling at the shirt still around her elbows, and he again blocked her with one hand. "Please, keep your arms up." "Why?" "I like you stretched out like this. Open to me." He saw uncertainty cloud her eyes, as if she might be a little afraid, and then a look of determination firmed her chin. Good. A little fear might add spice, too much would douse the fire.

She relaxed her arms, and he kissed her neck, losing himself in the light floral scent she wore. As he worked his way down, making quick work of the front clasp of her bra, he became aware of another scent, a familiar one. Linda. Was that possible?

In her reclining position, her breasts were rounder, less firm. He circled his hands around them, squeezing until her nipples stuck up in sharp points. Then working back and forth, he licked both nipples. The pebbles became rocks, and their owner groaned with delight.

He slid one hand down, past her belly button and beneath her panties. Finding her clit with his index finger, he rubbed and tantalized it until she writhed and whispered, "I'm ready. Take off your pants."

He stopped sucking her breast long enough to whisper, "Not yet." Then he clamped his mouth around the nipple again, while pressing the heel of his hand into her lower abdomen and increasing the tempo of his finger on her sensitive nubbin. He might not be able to impress her with flash and cash like the guys in her uppity world, but he knew how to please a woman in his bed and was determined to rock her world tonight.

Until now, Linda had thought the clitoris overrated, but Wade treated hers with a rhythmic pressure that electrified her entire nervous system. Her abdominal muscles contracted, and her hips pushed up to receive more of his wonderful massage. She uttered a series of low groans as her bones turned to butter.

Astounding. No guy had ever made her come with just his finger. Before she could regain her breath, Wade rose and yanked at her panties. She raised her hips to help him, knowing he must be anxious to find his own release. As she expected, he quickly tossed the lace and nylon garment aside and knelt between her legs. But he lowered his head. When his tongue touched her super-sensitized clit, Linda jerked and cried out, "No!" He clamped his hands around her hips to stop her from writhing away from him and continued to work his tongue. A yearning for more-much more--shot through her.

She caught hold of the shirt, still tangled around her arms, and yanked it away. Then she reached down. His hair was short, but there was enough on top of his head to catch between fingers.

"Ouch," he called out, as she yanked his head up so she could glare into his eyes. "Enough foreplay," she said. "I want you. Now." He grinned, his chin shiny with her juices. "Okay. Let go." She did, and he stood. Making quick work of the fastenings of his jeans, he revealed an erection that looked as eager as she felt. Still stripping his pants down his legs with one hand, he reached with the other into the bedside table and pulled out a foil packet. Holding it between two fingers, he used his teeth to tear the packet open, even as he kicked away jeans and briefs. He moved back between her open legs and slipped the condom over his very erect penis with one hand. "Smooth," Linda said. "Don't worry, lady. I know what I'm doing." And he proved his words by sliding into her...

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