Josephine whimpered, her hips bucking. Fuck. That made my cock leak precum. I ground my hips into the mattress, and pleasure played over my nerve endings. With more pressure, I thrust my tongue into her hot depths. The silk walls of her pussy throbbed around me.
She moaned, lifting her hips against my mouth, grinding against my tongue. I flicked against the bud and dragged it to her entrance, shallowly sliding inside her.
Her whimpers and breathless panting were making my cock unbearably hard. I thrust into the mattress, unable to help the movement.
Her chest jerked up and down in quick pumps.
She moaned, her hand squeezing my hair.
Her eyes sprang open, sleepy and lustful. Her lips stayed parted as she panted.
“Lucian?” she whispered, and I rubbed my mouth harder against her clit.
She stiffened and sucked in a short breath. In that moment of stillness, so short, yet so long, I reveled in her beauty: her scrunched eyebrows, her parted lips. She screamed, her orgasm sending trembles to her toes. Her soft flesh throbbed, and in her release, she squirted. I pressed my mouth flush to her sex, taking every bit of her slick, tonguing and swallowing.
Unable to help my moan, I ground against the bed, so fucking needy for her. Her pussy stopped throbbing, and I pulled back to slowly glide my tongue up her sex, cleaning her.
Her feverish eyes stared down at me. She could have reached inside my chest and squeezed my heart and it wouldn’t compare to the utter emotion wrenching through it.
Her hips wiggled, and that sexy look hadn’t left her face. I was going to come just from the look in her eyes.
JOSEPHINE
He lickedme with such reverence it took my breath away. He made me feel like all he could see was me, but I knew otherwise.
Even with those thoughts hanging over me, the desire couldn’t be ignored. I loved fucking Lucian. He did it well and his tongue . . . I shivered and licked my lips, my need swelling. The room was dark, with only the moonlight beaming across us. He was gorgeous.
“Fuck me, Lucian,” I whispered, admitting what I truly desired.
The smile that spread across his face took my breath away. He climbed higher up my body, his moves lithe and smooth as if he hadn’t been bedridden in a clinic.
His hips settled between my waist, the pressure making my toes curl. I gasped, arching my back, my hands falling on his sides. The tips of my fingers touched the cloth of the bandage.
A smidgen of reality seeped in.
“You’re going to hurt yourself,” I lectured. “Especially in this position.”
His eyes widened in alarm, the building argument.
I pushed his chest and used my leg, along with my hands, to roll him to the side so he lay on his back. He landed with a huff.
I threw my leg over his waist and rose over him. He watched me, stunned. The corner of my lips ticked up. I wasn’t going to deprive myself of an orgasm.
Once on my knees, I inched his sweats down until the dark blue fabric was to his thighs. His cock bobbed, the tip leaking precum. I dragged my eyes up to his, on the way there, studying the way his hands clenched the comforter.
I gripped the base of his cock, right above his thick knot. He groaned, hiking his hips up. Pleasure rippled over his features, turning me on.
“Fuck me, Josephine,” he whispered, turning my words back on me. My sex throbbed, and I slid down his shaft.
With little wiggles, I went lower until the entirety of his cock was sheathed inside me. My channel clamped down hard on his shaft.
I pushed down on him harder, enjoying the friction of his knot against my clit. My lips parted on an exhale.
“Yes,” he moaned. “Take your pleasure, mate.”
His words flamed my lust. I rolled my hips and shivered. As much as I wanted to speed up, I kept the same slow rhythm of my hips, taking each and every little ripple. As high on lust as I was, I couldn’t stop focusing on Lucian’s ragged breathing, or how his eyes had become half-lidded, watching me under his thick, black eyelashes.
“Please,” he breathed.
