...Joe slid his hands inside her open blouse and pushed the garment off her shoulders to pool at her feet. Her breath caught as he hauled her against him. They were pressed breast to chest, the feeling of skin on skin making everything in her belly tighten.

She stood on her toes, wrapping her arms around his neck and slowly rubbed the tips of her breasts against his nipples, the sensation sharp, like tiny jolts of electricity.

“Please,” he said hoarsely. “I want to see you totally naked.”

With a playful bite to his lower lip, Lily stepped back. Watching the intent hunger on his face, she reached around and flicked open her skirt button. After she slid down the zipper, Lily slowly shimmied the skirt over her hips and thighs.

“Holy God,” Joe choked, his Adam’s apple bobbing in his throat like a ball in water.

“You like?” She trailed a finger down her breasts, circling her belly button and heading farther south, teasing a groan from her lover. With his gaze riveted on her hand, she slowly hooked her thumbs in the waistband of her panties and inched them off.

Lily laughed as Joe fell to his knees, reaching to touch her, mapping the curve of her waist. He pressed soft, urgent kisses to her belly and just above her pubic bone, his breath warm against her moistened curls.

Tangling her fingers in the thick, black silk of his hair, she inhaled sharply while his teeth scraped along her skin, sending tendrils of flames curling through her. His hands kneaded the cheeks of her ass as he held her tight against him.

She arched up on her toes, a dizzy wave threatening to drown her as his tongue played across her mound and his finger teased along the top of her ass, dipping into the crease.

“J—Joe…I…”

“I’ve got you,” he murmured against the sensitive flesh of her mons. “I need to taste you.”

Lily went weak with lust at his words.

Joe wrapped a steady arm about her waist, then carefully maneuvered her to the couch. When the backs of her knees hit the soft cushions, she dropped. Before she could form a coherent thought, he was between her thighs. The cool roughness of the upholstery against her back and thighs provided a sharp, pleasurable contrast to the firm warmth of his skin.

“The couch is much better for what I have in mind.” Joe smiled and bent to kiss her.

As he delved into her mouth, Lily traced her hands over the planes and muscles of his back, her fingers alternately squeezing and stroking. She dipped her hand into the waistband of his jeans, teasing him with light scrapes of her nails.

He undulated into her with a soft grunt, the muscled ridge of his abdomen brushing the damp folds of her pussy. She arched in pleasure.

After moving away from her mouth, Joe trailed his lips and tongue along her throat to her breasts, licking lazy circles over the hardened peaks. “Mmm. Like a raspberry sundae with whipped cream from the Woolworth’s soda counter.”

She giggled, the sound turning to a moan as he sucked one nipple inside the hot, moist cavern of his mouth, his fingers plying the other one with gentle pinches and squeezes. Lily wriggled desperately under his erotic ministrations, the nubby fabric of the couch increasing her ardor as her body writhed against it.

Joe lingered at her breasts, grazing his teeth over the areolas again and again, driving her to the edge of orgasm before gliding his mouth down the quivering flesh of her abdomen to trace wet patterns over her navel. He nuzzled her lower belly, the shadowy stubble on his cheek scratchy against her skin. “Delicious,” he whispered, smiling up at her, his green gaze lambent.

Her eyes closed in ecstasy as he opened her legs and palmed her sex, his fingers parting the labia, caressing her clit. The little nub quivered with each glide of his hand, making her wetter, hotter.

Lily sighed deeply, reveling in his magic touch. She melted into the exquisite pleasure, her hips arching toward him in unconscious demand. “Please, Joe…”