He lay down beside her, his one arm extended up and over their bodies, his fingers threaded in her hair. Naomi gave a cry when his roaming hand found her c**t and thrummed it. An electrical current shot through her whole body at that small touch, and her toes actually curled into the bed. She was so primed for this, so starved for him. She reached for him and he came willingly, fusing his mouth to hers as his hand moved over her swollen lower lips. His erection nudged her hip and she rubbed herself against it, loving his growl of response.
“Careful,” he said. “You keep doing that and I’m going to get messy.”
“I don’t mind messy,” she said. “I want messy.”
She touched him through his boxers, took him in both hands. She was momentarily stunned at his length, his heat, his hardness. God,
