He is cut like a Greek god. The ones they make sculptures of and put on pedestals in museums. Forget David and all the other ones in Greece or Rome or the Louvre, I’ve got Christianand he’s better than anything the world will ever see. Beautiful with indescribable features, a body that makes me clench, and lips that I never want to stop kissing.
Mine.
He’s mine.
“Come here,” I breathe.
Christian shakes his head and kisses my stomach, eliciting a whimper from me. I lift my hips and he pulls back. “Stop teasing me, Christian.”
I look between my legs and he’s grinning like a devil. I narrow my eyes and, deeply and huskily, he says, “Let me have this.”
I lick my lips as he lowers his and I watch him have that first taste, dragging the flat of his tongue up my center. I fall back onto my mattress, my fingers twisting in his hair.
“Oh fuck, Christian,” I gasp.
I don’t how, but Christian is a master with his mouth, his tongue. He knew my body well then, all the buttons to press, the places to kiss, the skin to touch. And he knows me just as well now—maybe even better because I think I’m going to be lit on fire with how close I already am.
“Oh god,” I moan when two of his fingers slide into my pussy.
My body arches and I catch a glimpse of us in the mirror against my wall, and I like it. He must hear the smile dressing up my moan because he stops and looks up at me. His lips are glistening, covered in me, his eyes dark and sinister, and his hair is a wreck from my fingers. I love it. I love him.
“See something you like?” He smirks and pumps his fingers slowly.
Biting my lip, I inhale sharply through my nose. “Mhhm.”
His hands wrap around my thighs and he pulls me to theedge of the bed. “Sit up,” Christian husks. “Sit up, baby, and watch.”
I moan my approval and sit up, leaning back on my hands. In the mirror, I see his back, the rippling stacks of hard muscle. The way his shoulder and arm flex as his fingers move inside me. My elbows are going to give out any minute now, but I think I’m now obsessed with the image of him between my legs.
I put one of my hands in his hair, tugging hard to keep myself somewhat steady as his tongue flicks at my clit expertly. My moans and breaths come quicker, more breathy and shaky. “Christian…Christian.”
“You taste so good, baby.”
My body falls and it happens so quickly. I don’t realize I’m coming until I’m half a second from it, and my body is floating. My trembling legs are held open and pushed up to my chest by his strong hands, preventing them from falling closed. Heat spreads through my body and it doesn’t stop as Christian’s tongue keeps moving.
I’m crying out his name, pulling at his hair and pushing at his shoulders to get him away from me, but he doesn’t relent. No, this bit is for him. Christian comes off his knees and is bending over me now, his mouth still between my legs and his hands tighter around the backs of my knees, holding me open.
“Fuck,” I scream, “Christian, please.”
This is the part where he devours me for his own enjoyment. He’s moaning into my pussy, taking from me like a possessed, starved man. And I let him. I have to. I just have to, especially when I feel myself right there again.
“Fuck Lana,” he rasps, just before he spits on my pussy, his eyes right on mine. He lowers his mouth again, and his eyesdon’t waver. It’s a stare off, both of us moaning, until I’d pushed over the edge.Again.
My body is boneless in the mattress, spent and limp, but still aching for more. He releases my legs and my hands fly to undo his jeans. “I want you,” I say and reach for his lips. “Now.”
I kiss him, tasting myself on his lips and tongue as I stroke him. I pull him over me just to push him onto his back. I expect a smirk or coy comment, but it’s all lustful, dark eyes and sexy groans.
“Move up,” I murmur on his lips, my hands moving over the muscles of his chest. Fuck, every indent and ridge feel like mountains under my palms.
Christian follows my command, holding himself up on his elbows. I kiss him quickly before I make my way down his body. I settle between his legs, bending over with my ass in the air, playing the same game.
My hand wraps around his cock, long and thick and incredibly hard, and he licks his lips. I command, “Look in the mirror.”
My lips wrap around his tip just as he looks behind me, and he growls deeply. “Fuck, Lana.”
I missed this.
I bob my head up and down, moving my hand in tandem, spitting on the swollen head of his cock. When I look up at him through my lashes, his eyes are behind me and in the mirror. “Lana,” he breathes, his head falling back. “Lana, come here.”
