Instead, he slid her down his body, letting her feel every hard inch of him. She shuddered as her bare feet touched the soft rug next to the bed. He still hadn’t said anything either, but the look of intense desire in his eyes spoke volumes. Lisa’s chest was tight and she found it hard to breathe. She wanted to say something, but didn’t dare. She didn’t want anything to shatter this moment, not with the way Rick looked at her, the way he slid both hands in her hair—slow and gentle, pulling her face toward him. When he brushed his mouth across hers, it was light, easy, and yet it took her breath away. The tip of his tongue touched hers and sensation exploded. Just that tiny lick of tongues and her clit vibrated, her pussy swelling with need. It felt so good she wanted to reach between her legs to massage the ache, but that was because she was so used to taking care of her own aroused state. Tonight, she wouldn’t have to. What a heady thought that was. Her mind was already awash with visuals of Rick touching her, of the things they could—no—would do together.
