Moonlight Road (Virgin River #11)(47)

“I think they went with the shorts,” she whispered.

He chuckled against her mouth. “That was smart. Did I do that? Because that was smart!”

“I can’t remember which one of us took off my shorts….”

“It’s best when it happens like that,” he said sagely. “I like it like that—working together as a team.” Then he paused briefly to look down at her. She was nude and in the late-afternoon light, she was golden. He smiled; that strawberry-blond hair was the real deal. “Erin,” he said almost reverently. “You’re so beautiful. Magnificent. Hot.” And then he dipped his mouth to her nipple, licked gently before he sucked, and made her almost cry out with pleasure.

He slipped his hand between her legs and gently probed. She was wet. She’d gotten wet fast. That was so fantastic. He massaged her a little bit and she squirmed against his hand, pushing against him, wriggling and whimpering. He loved those sounds. And she held on to him, stroking. Something had to give.

“Okay, baby,” he whispered. “Stop for a minute.” He pulled her hand away. “Don’t get ahead of me here. I need a condom.”

“Yes,” she said. “Yes, please.”

He pulled away from her, found his shorts on the floor and the condom in his pocket. He ditched the boxers, suited up and poised above her, kneeling between her legs. Then he dipped to her mouth and kissed her, deeply and lovingly. Against her open mouth he asked, “Feel ready?”

She nodded.

He gave her clitoris a few more strokes, felt her squirm beneath him, heard her murmurs and whimpers, and then slid in. “Ahhhhh….” came from him. “Ah, God! Oh, Erin!”

And he started to move. He grabbed her beautiful bottom so he could get the right friction, and he pumped. He pumped hard, he pumped slow. He went gentle and then fast. He lowered his lips to her nipple and sucked while he moved. He slipped his hand between their bodies and massaged her clitoris as he moved in and out. He covered her mouth with his and invaded with his tongue. He licked her ear and neck. Then he pulled out and went down on her, licking her there. He felt her nails bite into his shoulders and after a while he came back to her breast, then to her mouth. He was inside again, trying a slow and steady rhythm. He moved evenly, waiting for a hint from her. Finally he said, “Want to tell me what you like, honey?”

She shrugged. It was unmistakably a shrug. He was inside her, but he stilled and rose above her, looking into her eyes. He gave her a gentle little kiss. “You going to come for me, baby?”

“Go ahead,” she said softly. “It’s okay.”

He felt a smile come to his lips. “A little tough getting there?”

“It’s okay. You can go ahead. Really…I don’t mind…”

He pushed her silky hair away from her face. “You don’t have orgasms easily?” She shook her head. “Can you have them on your own?”

“That doesn’t count,” she said, glancing away from him.

He laughed sweetly. “They all count. I’m not in a hurry, honey. I’m sorry if I made you think that. Tell me what you like. Tell me what feels good.”

She shrugged again. “I don’t know. Exactly.”

“Well…you have them on your own. Tell me what does it for you. Or show me. We’ll get there.”

“It’s okay…you can—”

“Erin, baby, it is okay. I’m not bored. Let’s try it together. Tell me. Show me.”

She wrestled a hand free and held up two fingers. And she actually flushed. This sophisticated lawyer, who he knew wasn’t afraid to take on the feds, blushed at the thought of telling her lover what would make her feel good.

“On the outside?” he asked.

She nodded.

“Oh, honey, that’s easy.” He brushed her hair back again. “I think you’re worried about it. Now, listen, we have lots of time. I didn’t mean to rush you. Just enjoy. And if my fingers aren’t in exactly the right spot—move them. Take charge—it’s all good.” And then he slipped his hand between their bodies again, going after that erogenous nub, softly at first, then harder and faster.

He kissed, he suckled, he moved easily and rhythmically. He’d never been in a place like this before and he suddenly hated all the men of the world for making this sexy, hot woman think she had a problem because they were in a hurry. He stroked, he took a break to lick, he sucked and stroked. They were at it a long time and he made sure he took every second she needed. When he felt as if he was losing her or when he was getting too close and feared losing his erection, he changed his routine and pulled out for a while. He went to her breast, her neck, her sex. He tried to imagine what previous lovers had said to her, things that would make her feel inadequate because she didn’t come for them. They would have told her to just relax, or to let go. Or, “Sorry.”

While he was moving rhythmically inside her, his fingers on her clitoris, lips on her br**sts and neck, he whispered, “You ever drive a standard transmission?”

“Huh?”

“You heard me. Ever drive a stick shift?”

“Uh-huh…”

“You know how impossible it feels when you’re learning, trying to find that fit, that slot, that place where the gears don’t strip? Trying to keep the engine from dying? But once you find it—you find it every time. Move my hand, baby. Let’s find the gear….”