LavenderLaceTrilogy_Bundle

by Lynn LaFleur

  “Damn,” he muttered.

  Julian lifted the leg between him and the couch so he could remove her leggings. He tossed them aside, not bothering to see where they landed, and ran his hands up the inside of her smooth legs. He continued up her body until he traveled beneath her sweater again to squeeze her breasts.

  “You have an incredible body.” The flick of his thumbs across her nipples produced a long moan from Molly. “Your skin is so soft.” He leaned down, placed his nose between her thighs and inhaled deeply. “God, you smell good.”

  “Julian, please touch me.”

  He placed his thumb on her clit and rubbed it through the fabric. “Like this?”

  “No.” She took his hand and pushed it inside her panties. “Like this.”

  All the air left his lungs at the feel of her wet, swollen pussy. His cock surged in his jeans. He didn’t think it had ever been as hard as right now. He moved his fingers through her slick folds, back to her anus and up to her clit. Molly jerked each time he brushed that sensitive bundle of nerves.

  Julian leaned over her, holding himself up with one hand while he continued to caress her pussy with the other. Molly clutched the cushion beneath her and pumped her hips in time with his stroking. He stared into her eyes, watching her pupils dilate, the irises seeming to turn a deeper green with her rising desire.

  He pushed two fingers deep into her channel. Eyes closed, neck arched, she grabbed his wrist and moaned loudly.

  “Feel good?” he asked, moving his fingers in a slow, pumping motion.

  “Oh yes.”

  He felt around inside her, searching for her G-spot. Her sharp inhalation indicated he found it. Julian caressed it as he rubbed her clit with his thumb.

  “Look at me, Molly. I want to see your eyes when you come.”

  She opened her eyes again. Julian continued caressing, rubbing. The musk of her pussy became stronger, her cream more generous. She clutched his wrist tighter, dug her fingernails into his flesh. He winced at the discomfort, yet didn’t stop touching her. He knew she was close and wanted to push her over the edge.

  “That’s the way, sweetheart. Come for me.”

  Her body jerked and shivered beneath him. A light sheen of perspiration formed on her skin. The walls of her pussy milked his fingers, drawing them farther into her body. He left them inside her until the contractions stopped and her body stilled. Once her breathing slowed, he removed his fingers from inside her to rest against her labia.

  “You’re beautiful, Molly.”

  She released the death grip on his wrist and softly touched his face. “That was amazing.”

  “You’re amazing.”

  It pleased him to see a soft blush fill her cheeks before her gaze drifted down his body. She ran her hand down his chest, his stomach, to the bulge behind his fly. She outlined that bulge with one fingertip. “What about you?”

  Julian arched his pelvis into her touch. “You don’t think we’re stopping, do you?”

  “I hope not.” Molly squeezed his hard rod, drifted beneath his balls to fondle them. “I want to see you.”

  Removing his hand from her panties, Julian sucked her juices from his fingers before he tugged off his shirt. The small taste of her wasn’t nearly enough. Her panties joined his shirt on top of the coffee table. He spread her legs wide and lowered his mouth to her pussy.

  She gasped and grabbed his head. “Juliaaaannnn!”

  He pulled each smooth fold between his lips, darted his tongue into her channel, flicked it over her clit. He repeated his movements again and again, until Molly’s breathing was as choppy as before she’d come.

  Slipping his hands beneath her thighs, he pushed up her legs to give him better access to her wet labia. He watched a drop of her cream trickle down to her anus. He swiped it up on the tip of his tongue.

  “My God, you taste incredible.”

  He licked the full length of her slit again, laved the tight rosette of her ass. He knew from experience exactly how much pleasure she could feel from attention to her asshole. He licked the delicate area, fucked it with his tongue.

  The more he worked her with his mouth, the tighter she gripped his hair. He ventured forward to suckle her clit, then returned to her anus. She released his hair, pulled up her sweater and cradled her breasts. She tugged and twisted her nipples through the lace.

  Julian loved to watch a woman pleasure herself. Molly continued to touch her breasts as he moved his tongue faster over her intimate flesh. He lapped up every bit of cream that oozed from her channel. Placing his thumb over her clit, he massaged it while fucking her ass with his tongue.

  She released a loud keening moan. “Ohhhhhhhhhhh!” Her back arched and her body trembled. Julian pushed two fingers inside her and the contractions once again squeezed his fingers. He gently licked her clit until her breathing slowed and she lay still.

  Molly didn’t think she’d ever come so hard in her life. Her first orgasm had been powerful. This one had been mind-blowing.

  She opened her eyes when she felt Julian dropping kisses on her mound. Every third or fourth kiss, he’d swipe his tongue across her clit. It was tender from her orgasms, yet the caress sent little pulses of sensation through her body. He didn’t seem to be in any hurry to stop. She could lie here and enjoy Julian’s attention for the rest of the night, but that wouldn’t be fair to him.

  She moved backward far enough so he could no longer touch her with his mouth. His fingers were still nestled inside her. Molly clasped his wrist and withdrew them from her body.

  “Now it’s your turn.”

  His eyes flashed with heat, his nostrils flared. “What do you have in mind?”

  “Take off the rest of your clothes and I’ll show you.”

  She sat up when he rose from the couch. She’d received only a glimpse of his chest when he removed his shirt. Now she could look her fill. His shoulders were broad, his arms muscular, his stomach flat with a well-defined six-pack. A light sprinkling of dark hair ran across his chest and down his stomach, flaring out to surround his navel. Hard little nipples peeked from his chest hair.

  Her gaze dropped to his hands as he unfastened his belt and jeans. He toed off his shoes first, then pushed his jeans past his hips and down his legs. He wasn’t wearing underwear.

  Oh God, that is so sexy. “Do you always go commando?”

  “Not always.”

  He straightened after stepping from his clothes. Molly stared at his hard cock. Long and thick with a hint of an upward curve, it would fill her channel completely. Her pussy clenched as if in anticipation of feeling him inside her.

  She wrapped one hand around his shaft and cradled his balls with the other. She slid her hand up and down the velvety skin, caressed the firm orbs. Julian hissed in a sharp breath through his teeth.

  “Do you like this?” Molly asked, tightening her grip.

  “Yeah.” His voice came out guttural and rough. He arched his hips, pushing his cock firmer into her hands. “Feels good.”

  Molly agreed with that. She continued to caress him, moving her hand faster on his rod. Julian began to pump his hips in rhythm with her hands.

  Suddenly he stopped moving and grasped the hem of her sweater. “You need to be naked.”

  Molly had to release him and lift her arms so Julian could remove her sweater. Reaching behind her, he unsnapped her bra and added it to the pile of clothing on the coffee table.

  “Oh yeah.” He laid his hands over her breasts and squeezed them. “These are beautiful.” His thumbs brushed across the tips. They peaked beneath his touch. “So are your nipples.”

  She took his shaft in her hands again and milked his hard length. She dipped down to his balls, flashed up to the head, then milked him again. Julian continued to knead her breasts, thumb her nipples, keeping her on the edge of another orgasm.

  He leaned over and covered her lips with his in a voracious kiss. Molly tilted her head and parted her lips for his tongue. He swept it across her l
ips, past her teeth, brushed hers with it. She answered kiss for kiss, caress for caress, as she continued to work his cock.

  “I’m close, Molly,” he whispered against her lips.

  Instead of stopping, she gripped him tighter, pumped him faster.

  “Baby, I’m gonna come.”

  “Do it. I want you to.”

  She’d barely said the words when Julian groaned. His shaft jerked in her hands. Warm semen shot from the slit to splash on her breasts.

  A look of regret crossed his face. “Shit,” he muttered. “I’m sorry.”

  “For what?”

  “I didn’t mean… I should’ve pulled away from you.”

  “Julian, I wanted you to come.”

  “Yeah, but I should’ve been inside you.”

  Molly looked down at the cum splattered on her skin. She swiped off a drop and licked it from her finger. “I think it’s sexy.”

  “Yeah, it is.” Despite just experiencing a climax, heat flared in his eyes again. He pushed her breasts together and spread his essence with his thumbs. “Very sexy.”

  She looked at his cock. He wasn’t as hard as he’d been a few moments ago, but definitely wasn’t soft. “You aren’t through for the night, are you?”

  He chuckled. “Hardly. That was the appetizer. You get the main course in my bedroom.”

  “I’m all for main courses. And I am getting hungry again.”

  “I wouldn’t want you to go hungry.”

  With a gentle tug, he pulled her to her feet. Still holding her hands and gazing into her eyes, he walked backward down the hall to the last door on the right. He released one hand long enough to turn the knob, then took it again and pulled her into the room.

  Molly gasped. Fat pillar candles burned all around the room. There was no other light on, but the candlelight let her clearly see the bed covers turned back. Several pillows were propped against the headboard.

  “I took the chance that you’d want to spend the night. I lit the candles about an hour ago. I borrowed the extra pillows from the guestroom bed.”

  A lump formed in her throat. No man had ever done this much for her. Her lovers had been more in the “slam bam, thank you, ma’am” category than the romantic category. “It’s beautiful,” she whispered.

  “So are you.”

  “Julian, you’re very sweet, but I know I’m not beautiful.”

  He frowned. “Who says you’re not?”

  “I say I’m not.”

  His frown faded and he kissed her gently. “Then I’ll have to convince you how wrong you are.”

  Chapter Six

  The candlelight turned Molly’s creamy skin golden, gave her hair fiery highlights. Julian’s heart did a funny flip in his chest as he led her to the bed, something that had never happened to him with a woman.

  They’d had amazing, hot sex in the living room. Now he wanted to make love to her.

  Sitting on the side of the bed, he drew her between his spread legs. Julian slid his palms down her hips, up her sides, over her breasts. He noticed her catch her breath when he brushed her nipples. He touched her nipples again, rubbing them with his fingertips.

  “That’s nice,” she whispered.

  “Yeah.” He plucked at them with his thumbs and forefingers until they grew hard. “Really nice.”

  Julian drew one tip into his mouth. Molly released a long, slow breath and ran her fingers into his hair. He could hear her soft pants mixed in with moans as he suckled one nipple, then the other.

  A harder tug made her gasp. “Oh Julian.”

  Scooting closer to the edge of the bed, he slid his hands to her ass and tugged her right up against him. He kneaded her cheeks while he continued to lick and suck her nipples. One finger slid down her cleft to press against her anus.

  “Mmmmmm.” She parted her legs and pushed her ass back. The movement let his finger slip inside her. He tugged even harder on one nipple while he moved his finger in and out of her ass. “That feels so good.”

  He jerked when she wrapped one hand around his cock. As much as he loved her touch, he wouldn’t let her bring him to a climax that way again. This time he wanted to be inside her when he came.

  “No, not like that.” He grasped her wrist and pulled her hand away from him.

  “I like touching you.”

  “You can touch me all you want, later. But right now…” He pulled her forward as he reclined, then flipped them so she lay on her back with him leaning over her. “I have other things in mind.”

  Her lips curved up in a saucy grin. “I’m all for other things.”

  Those sexy lips deserved a kiss. Julian gave her one, and another, and another. Molly’s hands glided down his back to his butt. She dug her fingernails into his flesh. Julian moaned. He caressed her breast, her stomach, her mound. She spread her legs, giving him room to explore her wet pussy. The lips were swollen, her clit hard and peeking out from its hood.

  “You need to come again,” he said before kissing her deeply. “Do you want my tongue?”

  “I want your cock.”

  He liked that she didn’t hesitate to tell him what she needed. He kissed her again before sitting up to open the nightstand drawer. He quickly located a condom packet and tore it open.

  Before he could slide the condom over his shaft, Molly sat up and took it from him. “Let me do that.”

  Julian leaned back on his hands and arched his hips, which made his cock stand straight up from his body. Molly placed the condom on the crown. She slowly, slowly pushed it down, caressing him along the way. Julian gritted his teeth at the pleasure. Once it was in place, she bent over and placed a kiss on the head.

  Unable to wait another second to be inside her, Julian rolled Molly to her back again and parted her legs. Gripping her ass, he lifted her as he slid his cock into her pussy.

  “My God,” he muttered. She was so tight, so wet, so hot. He pulled almost all the way out of her channel and glided back in. Molly wrapped her arms around his neck and lifted her hips to meet every thrust.

  “That’s the way.” Julian pulled out, glided back in again. “Move with me.”

  She grasped his head and kissed him…long, deep, moving her tongue in his mouth the way he moved his cock in her pussy. She met each thrust of his hips, each pistoning drive he made. Julian buried his face where her neck met her shoulder and breathed in the flowery scent of her skin, her hair. The sound of their flesh slapping together and their heavy breathing filled the room.

  “Come for me.” He bit her neck, licked the same spot. “I want to feel you come.”

  “I…can’t. I need…more.”

  “What do you need?”

  “I need… God! Faster. Move faster.”

  “Come here.” Julian held her tightly and rolled to his back. He helped her to sit up, her legs straddling his hips. “Ride me.”

  She sat up, which pushed his cock even farther inside her. He held her hips as she began to move. Her eyes slid closed, her back arched. Those beautiful breasts quivered with her every motion. Julian continued to hold one hip, but cupped a breast with the other. He caressed and kneaded, tugged on the nipple.

  She became frantic with her movements, digging her fingernails into his stomach while she bounced on top of him. Curls around her face dampened with her sweat. Every time she shifted, the scent of her pussy filled his nose.

  “Yes!” Molly threw back her head. “Oh yes. Now. Now! Ohhhhhhhh!”

  Julian gripped her hips and pushed his rod as far inside Molly as he could. The walls of her pussy contracted around his cock. Every part of his body tightened before the pleasure rushed up and down his spine and into his shaft. It pulsed with every breath, every heartbeat.

  He released an oomph when Molly fell on top of his chest. He managed to wrap his arms around her, but that’s the best he could do until some of the blood flowed back to its regular place in his body.

  “I think I’m dead,” she whispered next to his ear.

  “I�
��ll second that.”

  “I hope it’s okay if I just lie here ‘cause there’s no way I can move.”

  “You’re perfect right where you are.”

  He heard her sigh softly and kissed the top of her head. She felt so perfect in his arms, as if she was made specifically for him.

  His heart did that funny flip again.

  “You know what I want right now?” she asked.

  “You gotta give me a little more recuperation time.”

  Molly giggled. “Not that.” She propped her hands on his chest and rested her chin on them. “My piece of pie. I never ate it.”

  “No, you gobbled up half the bowl of popcorn instead.”

  She grinned. “I have a healthy appetite.”

  Julian slid his hands down her back to her ass. “You certainly do,” he said, low and husky.

  “I don’t think we’re talking about the same thing.”

  He liked the teasing gleam in her eyes. “You have a healthy appetite for food. I got that.”

  “Then why are your hands on my butt?”

  “Are they?” he asked, trying to sound innocent as he rubbed her soft cheeks.

  She cradled his jaw in her hands and kissed him soundly. “I want my pie.”

  “All right, all right. Geez, what a pest. Do you want it in here or at the island?”

  “Here. I like to eat in bed.”

  “You like me to wait on you.”

  Her grin widened. “That too.”

  Julian chuckled. The more time he spent with Molly, the more he liked her. She wasn’t afraid to be herself around him. He’d gone out with women who barely picked at their food, as if he’d think them pigs if they finished a salad. He liked that Molly had matched him bite for bite. “Get off me and I’ll get your pie.”

  He held the base of the condom while she lifted herself off his soft cock. He already missed her warmth wrapped around him.

  He gave her a quick kiss. “Be right back.”

  Molly lay on the bed with a soft sigh. She stared at Julian’s gorgeous butt as he walked into his bathroom. His Italian heritage gave him that wonderful olive skin that made him look as if he always had a tan.