His Little Lanie

by Keri Ford

  He pulled his fingers through the length at first, then twisted it around his hand. “I’ve never touched hair like this before. It’s so long.”

  The idea that she provided a first for him curled a bit of pleasure through her chest. “My brothers tease me about cutting it.”

  “I would be heartbroken. I’ve ached to see you naked with your hair spilling out on the pillows behind you.”

  Guess he would be seeing that soon. It was exciting and seemed completely unreal. He lifted her hair to the crown of her head and let it slip between his fingers to splash to her lower back. He dropped down the length. Chills chased his path to her waist where he gathered her sweatshirt. He lifted the heavy cotton, and she raised her hands for him. The cool air in the room contrasted against the heat pouring against her back. She didn’t know whether to shiver or melt.

  He put his hands on her and she shivered, but it wasn’t from the cold. He traced the straps of her bra, lifting the binding strips. Pleasure ran the length from her shoulder down to her back. On his third pass, he moved over the clasp at her spine. Even in her bra, her breasts felt so heavy. He released the straps, and everything loosened like an unfurling knot. He rubbed up her back, knocking the straps from her shoulders, and her bra hit the floor.

  She was half-naked in front of him and never felt more wanted and comfortable. He stepped into her again, bringing the heat of his body to sear against her skin. His shirt was rough on her back, but his hands smoothly wrapped around her waist. Where his fingers went, feeling followed. He splayed his hands on her lower belly. Everything inside trembled to liquidly warm. Heat focused on that spot between her thighs. It infused there stronger than she’d ever felt with her own touching.

  He kissed her naked shoulder, and she dipped her head back against him and to the side to allow more access. He blew hot breath across her skin. “You like that?”

  “You haven’t done anything I don’t like.”

  He kissed to the sway of her neck, and something sharp grazed her skin.

  She jumped, but softened as he did it again and my gosh the feelings within increased. It built stronger, more intense with each bite.

  “But you like this more.”

  “I do like that a lot.”

  “I’m going to take your pants off.”

  “Okay.”

  “And your panties.”

  She had to swallow first. “Okay.”

  “Nervous?”

  “I don’t think so.”

  “That doesn’t sound like you’re very sure.”

  “I am.” She covered his hands across her stomach with hers. “I want more. I want it all.”

  He rubbed along her waist again, then dipped his fingers inside her pants for the next touch. She just seemed to crumble. It almost tickled, but then it wasn’t that. He swiped again, and she was left shuddering in his wake.

  “You are so sensitive. I touch you, and you come alive under my hands.”

  “I feel alive.”

  “I’m barely going to touch you, and you’re going to go off like a rocket.”

  She wasn’t sure what he meant by that, but it carried the same rawness in his voice that she suspected it was a good thing. He came back to her hips, hooked her clothes, and lowered her pants and underwear at one time. As his hands pushed past her calves, she found him on his knees at her back. She stepped out of the clothes, he tossed them aside, then worked his way back up her body. He stroked along the outsides of her thighs, and then his mouth touched the curve of her bottom.

  Oh my. He was kissing her butt. It was amazing. He also bit her butt, and she struggled for air through the pleasure of it all. It felt so natural and real and honest, and Eriksen was on his knees kissing her rear end, and she loved every single light press, lick, and touch.

  His kisses moved higher along her spine. He caught her at the waist and turned her to face him. He stayed on his knees, putting his face at her stomach. She wrapped his head in a hug and he encased her body in one. His hands ran the length up the backs of her thighs, curve of her backside, then back down to her knees. He seemed to go slower on each path until he kissed her stomach and hips.

  He walked forward on his knees, moving her back until the bed hit her legs. Instead of going up the back of her thighs, he went up the sides and encouraged her to sit. With him already so close, her legs naturally parted and he was between her thighs, his face at her breasts.

  He put one hand to the curved underside and cupped her, and she fell into the touch. It was like she was unable to hold the weight of her own body up anymore. His thumb made lazy strokes to the area just off her nipples, and she came to hard points. “I’m going to kiss you almost everywhere.”

  “Please.” Please. Do it all. She wanted, just everything. Her body craved more of his touch, and she needed it everywhere.

  He started with where he held her, kissing his way to the tip until getting on her nipple, drawing her in his mouth. She saw stars and belatedly realized the broken cry in the room belonged to her. The low groan vibrating against her was all him. He moved to her other breast and repeated the motion. Every lick, suck, squeeze poured hot liquid to between her thighs. She desperately needed to press her legs together and touch herself, but he was in the way. So close to doing something helpful, but a smidge of space existed between her and him.

  His mouth covered hers, and the blissful moment overran the need of him between her. It didn’t last long before she absolutely ached with an emptiness. She knew just enough that the idea of grabbing him, tossing him to the bed and getting him right where she needed him the most crossed her mind and rooted to the spot. Her arms were already going around his shoulders and she pulled at him, for all the good it did, because he didn’t budge. She may be able to handle him in the water, but on dry land she was at his mercy.

  “You’re not getting anxious, are you?”

  “Frustrated.”

  He smiled against her mouth, but his hands drifted down. “You’re making it difficult not to rush this.”

  “Good.”

  “The slower this goes, the more loose you feel, the easier this goes.”

  “Loose is the exact opposite of me right now. I feel like a rag that has been twisted around.”

  “Perfect.”

  “I’m not sure how when that’s not what you’re looking for.”

  His hands drifted down the front of her, raking over her nipples and pulling a whimper out of her. Oh, God, she was a whimpering, needing knot of something.

  He cupped over the tops of her thighs and widened her, and she could nearly cry. She wanted to squeeze in against him, not loosen up, but as he eased a hand between her, she widened to give him more access. The blunt ends of his fingers edged so close to where a bundle of nerves had packed into her body. There was so much sensation swirling in her. The closer he got to where she needed him, the more compacted and tighter she felt.

  Then finally, the lightest touch, almost a whisper of air, he stroked. Nearly involuntarily, she jerked into the touch, seeking more. She didn’t know what all he did, but his fingers slipped between her, and that hot wetness spread. She held tight to his shoulders as he caressed between her thighs. The gentle touch increased to a firmer press. Everything within her that had condensed to the tiniest of spots on her body broke apart all at once.

  A rippling of waves contracted, and the ache that had been years in the making reached the saturation point, and she was lost to the current washing through her limbs. She clung to him as the last of the tremors settled. The knots around her chest unbound, and a moan drifted out with the last of her strength as she sagged against him.

  “Holy shit.” His breath rolled across her skin.

  She lay limp over his shoulder. He was still on his knees and at the perfect height for her to just collapse. If he moved without holding on, she’d hit the floor. She was numb, incapable of even lifting her hands. She felt herself being gathered in his arms, and she just wanted to curl into him. He
moved her to the top of the bed and laid her down. “Don’t leave.”

  “I’m not.”

  He pulled away, and the loss of his heat stirred her out of the mindless fog. He returned, undressed, and stretched out next to her. He gathered her in against him with the covers over them, and his hand moved up and down the length of her back. He pressed a kiss to the top of her head. “How are you feeling now?”

  “Good.” Languid and delightful, even.

  He tucked her under his chin, and she was getting better. She’d completely fallen apart on him, but as he touched her like that, the intimacy built thick in the room. The awareness that he was naked under the covers grew to undeniable. Her face was pressed to his chest, and she breathed in the scent of him and once again felt herself being pulled back to the waves of wanting and desiring.

  She may not be able to make this as memorable for him as it would be for her, but she wanted to give it her best try. Heat poured off him, and if he was this hot, he had to be as wound tight as she had been. She pressed her mouth to his chest as he had on hers. That hand on her back stilled. She kissed him again and again. She kissed higher up his chest, to his shoulder, until she found his mouth.

  He broke this kiss. “I can wait until you’ve had more time to recover.”

  “Recover from what? I feel amazing.”

  “That was a hell of an orgasm you just had. It’s fine if you need to rest before getting more.”

  She met his gaze. Did she hear him right? “There’ll be even more?”

  Chapter Nine

  Eriksen looked in her sweet and innocent face and nearly swallowed his tongue. “Yeah. There’s more.”

  Her smile lit the bedroom. “I mean, I know there’s more to do, but there’s more to feel? It’s going to get better?”

  The confusion marring her brows was damn near adorable. He wanted to touch her everywhere and flattened his hands to the width of her back. “What you just had was a preview.”

  She blinked at him.

  He didn’t know how to explain it. Hell, he didn’t know how to explain much of it to himself. He’d never had someone completely fall apart like that. He’d given her one small stroke when the first tremor started. He’d rubbed her clit, giving her a little soothing release, intending to tease the moment out of her over several minutes.

  Instead she’d collapsed in an orgasm harder than he’d ever seen before. And he’d barely touched her. For the first time in his life, he was left considering whether or not an orgasm could become so good it was harmful to someone’s health. If she came that hard from him just getting started, what would happen when they reached the next level?

  While she had been limp with exhaustion moments ago, she was stirring back. She walked her fingers up his chest, her lips pressed in the path. “I feel really good right now.”

  She felt amazing in his hands. Her skin was supple, soft. As she stretched her legs, the muscles of her ass hardened, but once she relaxed, just squeezable skin that filled his hands as he drew her more firmly in against him.

  He switched tactics and immediately saw to drawing another orgasm out of her. Instead of building her up so that she crashed, he went for pulling pleasure out of her in smaller, satisfying bursts.

  It was an interesting challenge, maintaining the responses of one so sensitive, but he relished the opportunity. Being with Lanie, after watching her all these months, it brought an added level of pleasure to wring this much out of her. He rolled her to her back, cupped her, and had just gotten his mouth around her breast when the first shiver trickled across her skin. He pressed his palm against her, her thighs clenched, and she came with a purr that racked her head to toe, but she didn’t fall limp on him.

  He put her through the rounds, giving her a steady stream of small, quick orgasms until she absolutely panted and fingernails clawed at his naked shoulders. She was simultaneously wound tight and torn apart. The curiosity of just how much he could pull from her stayed his own need while she ebbed and flowed with his touches. Every moan, growl, and whimper added up and drove his dick harder.

  She’d been perched on the edge so many times and fallen in his arms that he wouldn’t have to worry about being too rough for her first time. He had a feeling he’d be done the moment he pressed into her tight entrance that constantly squeezed his fingers despite his best efforts to prepare her.

  The muscles in her thighs shook and her grip on his shoulders trembled. He felt that fine line in her thinning between becoming too much and just right, so he pulled his hands away before taking her too far again. Without her to hold on to, Eriksen found his hands were doing a fair amount of trembling too.

  It seemed all at once the aching need for her caught up to him and whipped his pulse into a frenzy. A whimpering complaint slipped out of her as she tightened her hold and tugged at him.

  “I just need a second.” He reached blindly to the floor where he’d dropped a condom. She scrambled half across him when his fingers finally caught on the packet. “Greedy, girl.”

  “I’m waiting for the rest.”

  “Not very patiently.”

  “Well.” She blew hair from her face. “I can’t help it.”

  And he couldn’t resist her. He covered himself, rolled her to her back and settled between her thighs. He pushed the shorter strands of hair around her face away and was lost in her gaze. “Are you sure about this? Sure, sure?”

  “Very.” Her pulse throbbed at the base of her neck, and he put his mouth there.

  The thud feathered against his tongue, and he kissed her everywhere from the tip of her breast back to her mouth. He kissed her until her legs were restless alongside his hips. Her thighs widened, and she rocked against him. Her movements grew more frantic, and by her gasps, she was close to claiming another orgasm.

  He shifted, pieced them together, and tipped his hips forward.

  She gasped and stiffened on his entrance.

  He bit the inside of his cheek until he tasted blood to still himself. Barely in her and she was just so damn tight and absolutely clenching down on him. “Try to relax.”

  “I don’t think I can.”

  “We can still stop if you’re not sure.” He about choked on the words. He wouldn’t be able to walk straight for a month, but if that’s what she wanted. He gripped the bedsheet and began sliding away, but she caught him.

  “No. It’s not that. I’m….” Her lashes fluttered. “I don’t know what I am. Too anxious.”

  He reached along her flexed thigh and massaged, working higher up her leg. Reaching between them and brushing against his own painfully hard dick, he rubbed her, and the shuddering pulses of the beginning of another orgasm began to squeeze the head of him. He managed somehow to keep his eyes from rolling to the back of his head as she came down with a softening moan that parted her thighs.

  Pliable in his arms, he was about to change her entire world. Such a tiny thing that knocked the wind out of him. Wishing this could hurt him more than her and knowing it wouldn’t, he surged forward.

  She squeaked, brows marred together, and clenched down all over him. He was back to biting his cheek as sweat pebbled down his spine and collected enough for a drip to roll down. He focused on that single droplet inching down him instead of the pressing of her completely surrounding him that screamed for him to take her until he found his own relief. The overwhelming desire tamed, he turned his attentions back to her.

  Her hands were fisted at his side. She was still locked up. He kissed her neck, coming to her ear where he pushed hair away. “That should be the worst of it.”

  “It’s not so bad. Just not great.”

  “Try to relax.”

  “That didn’t work last time. Don’t know why you think it’ll be effective now.”

  He chuckled and kissed her again. Then he teased, sucked, bit, licked, and touched her everywhere except where he needed to touch her the most. Every second inched her higher to that lost state of oblivion, but he didn’t give it to her
yet. He gave her another long kiss and, with it, began to shift his hips.

  Bright lights of just downright felt-good exploded behind his eyes. He increased his pace to match her breaths as she held him close. Another exhale tore from her. Her head was buried against the crook of his neck and she bit down. There was nothing left he could do. The tight control he had slipped with the burst of pain that soothed over to pleasure where her teeth met his skin. A thread at first, then like a gust, it flew all over him. He held to her hips and rocked into her as she pulled on him. The waiting and continually pulling pleasure out of her set him up, and every last moan, purr, and whimper of her undoing thundered through him. He came with a shout.

  The blankness of pure pleasure fuzzed away, and she had collapsed beneath him in another energy-zapping completion. He rolled off her, and she caught his arm. “Are you leaving already?”

  There was such a panic in her voice that he winced. “Bathroom.”

  He cleaned up and returned, unsure if she had fallen asleep or was just lost to contentment. She lay against the navy pillows with her hair spilling out everywhere. The strands weren’t white, but they weren’t blond either. He stood by his thought the first time he saw her. Shades of a creamy pearl. Every bit of her was priceless as one too. He half felt like a thief for pulling her out of her shell of innocence, but he had no regrets.

  He slipped back under the covers, and she rolled into him, fitting against his side like she’d done it a million times. He caught her in his arms and had zero plans to move from this spot until morning.

  She lightly curled her fingers against his side. “Are we still being honest with each other?”

  He stroked his hands through her long hair. “I never want to stop.”

  “I always wanted it to be you.”

  He stilled for a moment. According to a male code somewhere, this should make him uncomfortable, but he wasn’t. He was something else. Content. Completely and thoroughly content and he returned to the light caress through her hair. “I’m glad it was me.”