“No funny business,” she breathes, her hand slipping beneath the waistband of my Calvins.
My chuckle turns into a grunt when her fingers wrap around my cock, giving it a hard pull with her thumb circling the tip, spreading the pre-cum. “Lana.”
“Touch me,” Lana breathes into my mouth, still stroking me.
When my body tenses and I hesitate, Lana removes her hand, adjusting my briefs. “It’s okay,” she whispers. “I’m sorry. I shouldn’t have— I’m sorry, oh my god.”
She tries to roll herself from underneath me. “Let me just… I’ll grab my shirt.”
“Lana, baby, stop,” I hold her back with my hand on her hip. “Baby, it’s okay.”
She’s shaking her head rapidly, her eyes glossing over. “No. No, it’s not okay, Christian. I keep doing this. I keep… I keep…provoking you.It’s disgusting.I’mdisgusting. Just let me put on my shirt.”
“No,” I breathe. “No, baby.”
I lower my head to kiss between her breasts. She exhales quietly so I continue to drag my lips over her skin, blow and lick at her nipples. “I could have stopped you if I really wanted to.”
“You don’t?”
“I don’t.”
“Oh…”
“You’re right, Lana,” I say. “There is something I’m not telling you and that’s why I don’t want to…take that from you until you know. I don’t want you to fall back in and decide you can’t love me.”
“You think I’d do that?”
No, she wouldn’t. Ever.
“No.”
“Just let me put on my shirt and we’ll sleep.”
“I want to touch you,” I growl, wrapping my lips around her nipple again as my fingers trail down her stomach and under her sleep shorts. “I want you to touch me.” My fingers slip across her pussy, fucking soaked for me, and I groan. “I want you, Lana.All. The fucking. Time.”
She moans loudly as I push two fingers into her.
“I wantthisall the time, baby,” I husk, my fingers curling. “God, every day I see you come downstairs and you’re beautiful. And all I want to do is make love to you, make you come until you’re screaming.”
“Christian,” she breathes, her nails digging into my bicep, and her head presses back into the pillow. “Oh my god.”
I thrust my curled fingers and circle my thumb over her clit. “Fuck, baby, you don’t know how badly I want to be inside you.”
“Please,” Lana whimpers and her eyes roll back. “Fuck.”
I trail my tongue down her neck, leaving a path of wet kisses across her skin, and I feel her hand slip back into my Calvins again. I moan in her ear as she duplicates her move from before. Fuck, this has never felt so good. This might be the best hand job of my life.
Everything I do with Lana is the best thing of my life.
“Jesus, fuck, baby,” I growl in her ear as she moans in mine, “Fuck, Christian.”
“I love you,” I rasp.
“Christian,” she moans louder, her hand that strokes my dick wavers as I feel her getting close. “I’m close.”
I feel a spark in my lower body, and her pleasure is just enough to get me there too. “Fuck, baby,” I grit, my hips jerking into her hand.
“Christian, I’m…”
