“Come, baby. Come on my fingers,” I say in her ear. “Let me see how beautiful you are when you scream my name.”
“I…”
“Eyes open, Lana. Look at me.”
Her eyes snap open, her hand moving faster around my cock, and her mouth is frozen open. “I’m… I’m gonna come.”
“Come, baby.”
“Oh god…Christian.”
I feel her pussy pulse around my fingers, her breaths coming in heavier and faster and her cries driving me into my own orgasm. Lana cries out my name as her legs tremble and fall closed around my hand as I continue, even as I come all over her stomach.
My body trembles as she strokes me through my pleasure, prolonging it the way I’m doing to her. Finally, spent and weak, our hands stop at the same time, our heavy breathing filling the air.
Her eyes flutter open, her body so relaxed I think she might fall asleep right now. But then she giggles quietly. “Hi.”
Smirking, I pull my fingers out of her slowly while keeping my eyes on hers. Her lips part as she sees what I’m about to do, her eyes widening too. I suck my fingers into my mouth, licking her off of them and moaning at the taste.
“Christian,” she breathes.
“Hmmm.” I take my fingers out of my mouth. “Fucking love you?—”
“I love you.”
I roll off her with a silly smile on my face from hearing those three words, and adjust my briefs at the edge of the bed.
“Where are you going?”
My eyes wander over her body again, her stomach and breasts covered in me. “To get something to clean you up, baby.”
“Oh.” Lana looks down at her stomach and brings her fingers down her body, collecting my release on their tips before she puts her fingers in her mouth—moaningas she does it.
My eyes roll back, my cock aching again. “Lana…”
She smiles proudly. “Yes?”
I shake my head and go into her ensuite. With a warm, damp towel, I sit beside her and wipe off her body.
“Thank you,” Lana whispers.
I kiss her softly and toss the small piece of cloth to the hamper. “No more funny business,” I say, curling my fingers at the waistband of her shorts before tugging them down her smooth legs. “I just want to hold you.”
Lana nods and I strip my boxers off next, getting in beside her naked. I pull her into my chest, our bodies curving against each other to fit like puzzle pieces. “You don’t want to be the little spoon?”
“No, baby,” I say. “I just want to hold you.”
“Okay.”
I pull the blanket over our bodies, and kiss her shoulder blade. “This is it,” I promise in her ear. “You and me.”
“Okay,” Lana breathes. “Okay.”
CHAPTER 21
Lana
Because I’m a hypocrite, I wear the sneakers he bought me with my outfit for the carnival today.
