“Fuck.” He breathes the curse in through gritted teeth. “Don’t do that to me. Don’t beg like that, or I’m going to lose control.”
Naturally, I roll my hips to beg for his touch. “Pleeeeease.”
“You’re so fucking—” Two digits sinking into my pussy erase the second half of his sentence, both of us letting out a low growl of pleasure. “This pussy. She’s driven me insane for the last six months. Do you know that?”
As he pumps into me, the heel of his hand catches on the sensitive bundle of nerves that’s begging for attention.
“Show me.” The way I move to force him deeper is salacious and insistent. “Show me how insane you’ve been without me.”
A puff of air flares his nostrils, and he smirks before trailing his tongue down past my navel and removing his hand. Fingers sunk into my fleshy hips, he teases me with a slow flick of his tongue over my clit. When I buck, I feel him laugh against my skin. And the jerk moves to lick every inch of skinexceptthe place I need.
“I need you. Please. I need—”
He circles my clit, the sensations pulling my body from the couch in a crunch position before I flail backward with a loud cry. I’m the only one who’s spent time between my legs in the last six months, and every fantasy was about him, so it makes sense that I’m falling apart mere seconds into feeling his tongue flicker across my pussy.
“This cunt’s the best meal I’ve ever had.” He groans against my wet skin, fingers pressing into my outer thighs so he can devourme again. “I’ve been without it for too long, and I’m fucking starved.”
Tongue working me over like it’s his job, his hands are left to wander. He cups my breast, sliding my nipples between slightly spread fingers with a reverberating moan. Like a sneeze, pressure builds in my core with every touch and lick and glance up at me. The ache for relief is palpable for only a moment before an orgasm tears through my body, nearly throwing the pair of us from the couch.
“Fuck me,” I demand, yanking his face to mine by the root of his hair so I can kiss him and savour the taste of my arousal on his lips.
“I don’t…shit.I don’t have any condoms, baby.” His forehead falls to mine with regret. “Fuck. I’ll get some tomorrow.”
“I don’t care.” The response shocks me, too, and I blink rapidly in disbelief. I wipe the dampness from his beard with a shy smile. “I mean… um, well, I don’t care if you don’t. I have an IUD. Haven’t been with anyone since you.”
I hold my breath as my eyes lock on his, silently hoping he can say the same.
“I haven’t been with anyone since… or for about five years before that.” He gnaws his cheek, breaking eye contact to look down at the wooden floorboards.
“Why?”
“Wasn’t interested. But we can always wait until tomorrow, if you want,” he says in spite of the way my heels are slowly nudging down the elastic waistband of his boxer briefs. “If I feel that tight pussy of yours riding me with nothing between us, I know I’ll be insatiable. I can’t guarantee I’ll ever be able to go back.”
“I don’t want to wait.”
His thick cock plunges into me without another second of hesitation, stretching me in the most heavenly way. I moanunder my breath, spreading my legs wider so he can bottom out with his next thrust. His work-worn hands grab my ankles, moving them to rest on his shoulders while he fills me entirely.
He throws his head back at the same time his hips rock forward. “This pussy is addicting, Eira. One hit after months without it, and I’m ready to throw my fucking life away for another taste.”
He’s telling me.I can’t look at him for fear of doing exactly that. Throwing everything away to stay here, simply so I can have this man all to myself forever.
My nails bite into his forearms to keep me grounded at the same time my back arches to inch me closer to heaven. And seconds before I’m there again, my heart stops and my eyes go wide when everything suddenly lurches to the right.
Toppling.
Sliding.
Whatever you want to call it—falling off the couch while Lucas’s cock is buried inside me isn’t graceful or pretty.
“Oh my God, are you okay?” He grips my arm, as if he can somehow prevent me from falling further. A look of sheer panic blankets his face. Poor guy probably thought his dick was about to be ripped off.
“My life flashed before my eyes, but I’m okay.”
Nothing but pride—and probably the moment—ruined here. Add this scenario to the highlight reel of embarrassing memories for me to replay when I can’t sleep in the middle of the night. Heat travels under my skin from my core to my cheeks.
“A full-body blush? Fuck, baby. These perky tits of yours look so sexy in that shade of pink. Matching your pretty pussy.”
My nipples tighten under his gaze, and that only adds a lustful glimmer to his eyes. Somehow, he doesn’t seem to find me any less sexy than he did before my body crumpled onto his floor.
