He liked the sound of that, really a lot. She arched her back, and he ducked his head to her other nipple, exploring its sensitivity until he dragged a full, throaty moan from her. She rode him so hard the muscles in her bottom clenched against his thighs with every thrust, and his dick was starting to hurt from the scrape of fabric. It did something beautiful inside his chest to see her worked up like this over him.

He kissed her, wanting to share that feeling as he worked his hand up between them. The increase of heat as he got closer to his goal drove him half-mad.

Her hips rose against his hand as she tried to wriggle closer to his touch. “LJ, please.”

He grinned. “You know I love a woman who says please.”

Her shorts were frustratingly tight. He worked a finger up through the leg opening anyway, wiggling it until he found the crotch of her panties and then slipping inside. Wet. Hot. Yes.

He dropped his forehead against hers and let out a long breath at the same time she gulped one down.

“Kiss me,” he whispered as he explored under her panties. Up and down, a little bit inside and then out again. God, she was wet. How long had it been since anybody had taken care of her like this?

Andra took his mouth so fiercely he forgot to pause for air. His finger slipped inside of her, and she responded with a silky rush. He wriggled his hand, finally managing to get enough space in her shorts to fit two fingers inside her, and oh sweet Lord, he could feel her stretch just to take that. He went light-headed as all the blood in his brain headed south. She bucked, asking for more. He pressed deep, curling his fingers toward her front wall.

She flinched and squeaked, and he pulled back. “Bad or good?”

She gripped his shoulders, half rising off his lap with the tension in her legs. “Good. Good good good. Can you do that again?”

“Like this?”

He curled his fingers, very slow this time, petting that one little sensitive spot he’d just found. Making friends with it. Moisture slicked down his fingers.

LJ muttered a curse, his vision going blurry for a second. Which was terrible, because her thighs were spread wide by his legs and his weight bench, his hand disappearing under the crotch of her shorts, with her breasts jiggling every time her hips jerked. If the visual alone wasn’t enough to drive him out of his mind, her inner muscles eagerly throttling his fingers would have done the trick.

Andra gasped. “Please. Please.”

He twisted, but he couldn’t get his thumb to the right place inside her cutoffs. Fuck his giant hand, and fuck her gloriously tiny shorts.

“Can I take your shorts off?” He kissed her neck, her hair, her forehead. Say yes. Please say yes.