“I can’t look at you?”
“Yes, but you aren’t looking at me like you want to have sex with me, you're looking at me like you want to…I don’t know.”
I laugh. “I love you.”
“I know,” she says. “So kiss me.”
My thumb traces her lips, just showing reverence, until she takes my thumb in her mouth and sucks on it, biting. She smiles around it when I groan and then pushes my hand away. “NowItell you what to do.”
I drag my lips between my teeth, and Lana stands from between my legs to straddle my lap. “You still haven’t kissed me.”
I smirk. “You didn’t ask nicely.”
She rolls her eyes and gives in, kissing me first. “Shirt.”
I pull back just enough that it comes right off and she runs her hands across my chest and down abdomen, marveling. Tracing with her slender fingers, dragging her light pink painted nails gently down the lines.
“I think you’re so hot,” she giggles, the look in her eyes still just as amatory.
“You’rehot.”
Lana kisses me again, her tongue pushing past my lips and searching for mine, and I match her fever. “Pants,” she breathes against my lips but is already undoing them herself.
I take the liberty of removing her bra and tossing it away, and then tug at her panties. Then we’re naked and she’s on top of me, kissing my neck and whispering in my ear, “I love you.”
I moan when her pussy glides up and down the length my dick. “I know.”
Her lips are on mine when she lifts her hips and her handwraps around me, lining the tip with her entrance. Lana lowers her hips, taking me inside her slowly with breathy moans, until I’m buried to the hilt.
“Oh my god,” I breathe shakily.
“Christian,” Lana moans, her fingers twisting at the hair at my nape and her forehead on mine. She rolls her hips and gasps quietly. “Christian.”
“You feel so fucking good,” I growl against her lips, my hands on her waist moving her back and forth over me in a figure eight. “Nothing—Nothing, feels as good as you.”
Lana captures my lips with hers, tongue fighting with mine and teeth nibbling at my lip. She moves faster and faster, her mouth stuck open with shaky breaths falling out. “I’m close.”
“Yeah?” I move her faster and suck a nipple into my mouth. “Come on me, baby. Please. I wanna feel you come.”
“Shit.” Her head falls back, the ends of her hair tickling my thighs.
“You gonna be a good girl and come on my dick, Lana?”
She whimpers, nodding frantically, and it grows louder and louder until her body goes rigid and she’s gasping. I move her body for her, feeling her tighten around me, and let her ride out this pleasure. “Oh fuck,” Lana cries, still coming and her nails cutting through my skin. “Christian!”
“Good girl,” I husk and lick her nipple before sucking it into my mouth. “Fuck, you’re beautiful. Look at you.”
“Christian.”
Lana collapses over me, panting and giggling. She moves her hips on her own, a slow, languorous rhythm, and I love it like this. I love when we have slow, lazy sex—I think it might be my favorite. It’s different when there is no rush to get to the end and I just want to feel her body against mine, feel what it’s like to be inside her, and make love to her in an intimate waythat’s soft and gentle. It is us getting so lost in each other, and having nowhere we’d rather be.
Lana is kissing and licking my neck before she bites my earlobe, pulling a groan from the back of my throat. And in my ear, she whispers, “Make love to me, Christian.”
She pulls back slowly, looking at me with the softest caramel eyes and the sweetest smile, just enough to show subtle dips of her dimples. She holds my face in her hands so gently, her thumbs moving up and down my cheekbones.
I wonder if she knows she holds my heart in her hands too. Everywhere she goes, she has it. She carries it in her back pocket, sometimes in her purse. Other times, she carries it in her chest next to hers. Sometimes she wears it in her smile—half of my heart in the left dimple and the other half in the right dimple.
My arms wrap around her as she moves slowly, my hands splaying on her back, before I turn us over to lie her back on the couch. I kiss her lazily. Slowly. Just feeling until I retreat then slide back into her, moaning with her.
