“Oh.” She shoved the tray back to the other side of the bed. “Good.”
Derek turned her purse over on the desk, dumping the contents. Sorting past a toothbrush in a case, a tampon, and a subway swipe card, he finally found the little squeeze tube of lotion with a purple lid. Unscrewing it, he took a whiff.
“Blueberry and vanilla.” Sweet and delicious, like her.
When he turned back around, Reese was watching him with a soft smile. “Are you going to rub my feet, too?”
“Sure.” Squirting the lotion in his hands, he rubbed them together to warm it up, then picked up her foot. He massaged the arch of her foot, working the lotion into her skin while she sighed in approval.
Her feet were the same creamy fair color as the rest of her, her toes long and thin. When he went between her toes with his slick fingers, she stiffened.
“That tickles!”
Since he didn’t want her laughing, he moved away without a word, working up her ankle, around her knee, up her thigh, getting more lotion when his hands dried. The smell of the berries clouded around her, and her head was tucked into herarms as she gave a random soft moan. When he reached her skirt, he dropped down and started with the other foot.
He had meant to tell her he was in love with her, was on the verge of spitting it out when her stomach had growled by the harbor. Derek didn’t know if he could make his tongue unstick from the roof of his mouth long enough to tell her now. She was so gorgeous that he didn’t know where to start.
This time when he steadily climbed up her thigh, instead of stopping at her skirt, he went past it to her sleeves, which were down by her elbows. Tugging a little to let her know his plan, he said, “Lift your stomach, Reese.”
She did, languidly, looking relaxed and in the early stages of arousal. She sank back into the bed when he took the dress past her hips and down her long legs until it was off. Her panties went next.
Reese sucked in her breath, lifting her perfectly rounded ass several inches in the air so he could slide the panties off. His fingers trembled, his mouth went dry, his cock protested at being corralled in his pants.
The view Down Under was fucking fabulous in Derek’s mind.
Her bra had fallen half down her arms, but for the most part she was deliciously naked. He filled his hands with more lotion and went for her inner thighs, working over her cheeks, sliding down between her legs, the slick sound of lotion on skin making him grit his teeth.
He was so close to her. All he needed to do was lift her behind a little and he could slide inside her, her face still down on the bed. But he held on to his control, loosening the muscles of her back with deep strokes, before nudging her hip.
“Roll over.”
With a sigh, she did, leaving the bra behind and stretching her arms over her head, eyes half closed. “This feels so good.”
It looked good, too. He devoured her visually, taking in every inch of her heated flesh, the arch of her neck and the graceful slope of shoulders. Her round breasts rising and following with her slow steady breathing and her rosy nipples reaching towards him.
The dip in at her waist, the lush curve of her hips, the dimple of her belly button, and the soft folds that hid her from him.
And he started all over again, from the bottom, moving up inch by erotic inch, giving attention to every muscle, every spot, spreading her legs wider as he went to accommodate himself between her knees. Her moans were coming faster, her breath shakier, her thighs clenching.
Still, he went back to the lotion bottle again and again, running his thumbs along her panty line, nudging her wider and wider apart for him, his mouth close enough to her that he could smell her desire intermixed with the vanilla and blueberry. So close that he could feel the heat pulsing from her, feel the tautness of her thigh muscles, see the moisture that gave away her desire.
His hands slowed, his eyes fixated, his mouth ached to press against her, but he only blew out his hot breath on her, then moved past to her belly. Reese let out a cry of dismay.
He rubbed her arms, her shoulders, her neck, then her breasts, taking her in his hands, rolling his fingers across her, covering her everywhere but her nipples, which he carefully avoided.
Reese was limp, her gasps of pleasure settling into a steady rhythm, releasing one right after the other each time he moved his hands on her. Goose bumps danced across her flesh as he cupped the side of her breast, coming achingly close to her nipple. She tried to turn, to force contact, but he evaded her and took his hands off her completely.
As she whimpered, he yanked off his shirt, nearly removing the top layer of skin from his face as well, since he hadn’t bothered to unbutton the shirt. Undoing his pants, he leaned forward and without touching her anywhere, closed his mouth over the very tip of her nipple and sucked, savoring the sweet taste.
When her hand tried to push his mouth down, and her breasts arched up, he pulled back, enjoying himself with this touch and tease foreplay. Ditching his pants, he swiped a condom from his wallet before letting them drop. Then he bent and repeated the suckle on the other nipple, Reese jerking forward, her head twisting left and right.
Moving out of her reach, he got the condom on and drank in the sight of her. She couldn’t be any more spread than she was, and she looked inviting, desperate, drunk from desire, her lower lip swollen from where her teeth had ripped into it.
Her hand lifted up, like she was pleading with him to come back. Her eyes were unfocused. He rubbed his thumb across her clit. “Is that what you want?”
“No.” Her head went back and forth.
Derek lowered his head between her thighs, resting on his elbows. He could only hold out another minute, she smelled so sweet, looked so hungry, that sixty seconds was probably pushing his limit. But he urged her apart, baring her slick pussy to him.