Luring Lucy by Lori Foster

straps of her sundress. Moving slowly so that she could protest if she chose to, he let the material drop to her elbows, then pulled it away from her breasts and down to her waist.
    Dappled sunshine danced across her pale skin, moved by the slight breeze rustling through the tree leaves and stirring the humid air. Sitting there, stiff and uncertain, her backbone straight, Lucy was the most breathtaking sight he’d ever encountered. Bram couldn’t take his eyes off her.
    â€œOh, babe. Anything you don’t have you don’t need. I swear.”
    Her breasts rested softly against her body, still full but, as she’d said, no longer so firm. There were a few faint lines, stretch marks from when she had filled with milk to nurse the kids. Bram traced one faded line with his pinkie fingertip, all the way to her nipple. Her nipples had been plump and soft, but now they beaded, drawing into points.
    Bram swallowed hard, nearly strangling on emotion, and lowered his head to close his mouth very softly around her. Her nipple was sweet, and he stroked her with his tongue, tugged gently with his lips.
    Lucy caught her breath. Her hands settled in his hair, petting him, pulling him closer as her head tipped back. With a low moan she said, “Bram, that feels so good.”
    â€œMmm. I’m enjoying it just as much.”
    Lucy shook her head, breathless, heated. “No way.”
    Bram looked at her wet nipple, then blew gently on it and watched her shiver. She was so responsive. Touching her was an incredible pleasure. “When you were kissing me on the couch,” he said, “did you enjoy it?”
    Her breasts shimmered with her uneven breaths. “Oh yes.”
    â€œBecause it made you feel good, too?”
    She blushed a little but admitted, “Just seeing you like that . . . It made me hot to see you getting so hot.” She swallowed hard. “It was incredible.”
    â€œYes.” Her words burned into him. “Exciting you excites me. And you are excited, aren’t you, Lucy?”
    She nodded.
    â€œAnd wet?”
    Lucy squirmed just a little, then shrugged.
    â€œDon’t ever lie to me, sweetheart. I know you’re wet.” He stroked her nipple, squeezed a tiny bit. “Admit it to me.”
    Her lips parted.
“Yes.”
    â€œYou want my fingers on you again? In you this time? Nice and tight?” When she nodded, he ordered abruptly, shaking with his own lust, “Straddle the bench.”
    He helped her, lifting her right leg up and over so it rested on the other side of the bench. Teasing her and himself, Bram lightly dragged both hands up her legs, from her knees to her groin. The skirt of her sundress rose with the movement of his hands. Bram watched her breasts as he slowly, so very slowly, brought his fingers to the juncture of her thighs, to the wet, swollen lips he could feel even through her underwear.
    She jerked, her eyes nearly closing.
    Bram pressed a warm kiss to her open mouth. “Your panties are soaked,” he whispered.
    She reached for him, but he caught her arms and brought them behind her back. “Brace your hands behind you, babe. C’mon, trust me.”
    Tentatively she did as he asked. The position thrust her breasts out and made her legs sprawl more widely. Bram wanted to get the damn dress all the way off her, but her expression was a mix of anticipation, excitement, uncertainty.
    He slipped his fingers beneath the leg band of her panties and encountered slick flesh, swollen and ripe. His voice a rasp, he said,“I want to see how tight you are.” And he pushed his middle finger into her all the way, not thrusting hard, but not slowing down until he was as deep as he could be. Her inner muscles clamped down hard on him; Lucy’s hips lifted on a gasp.
    â€œShhh. Easy now.” She was snug on his finger and Bram broke out in a fresh sweat just thinking of how she’d feel on his thick cock, how