I blink. “What?”
She sighs and sinks back into the bed, pulling the blanket over hers. “You can go.”
“What?”
“I’ll see you later,” she says, her voice low and sultry.
Such a fucking tease, I swear.
I turn her onto her back and she laughs, “What? You said you have an appointment. You don’t have time for me, so I’ll just do it on my own.”
I gape at her, and she only laughs again. “No you won’t.”
Lana smirks, arching her eyebrow. “No?”
“Fuck no,” I growl and roll her over me as I sit back again. “Come here, baby.”
Giggling, Lana wraps her arms around my neck and the first kiss she gives me is slow, sensual. She begins to grind her hips on my cock again, and her kisses deepen. They’re hungrier and sloppier, her teeth nipping at my lip and her lips sucking on my tongue.
“Fuck, Lana.”
She pushes up with her hands pressed against my chest and exhales heavily, giving me a proud little smile. She reaches between us, lining me up with her entrance, and she lowers herself onto me entirely.
“Christian,” she gasps when I’m buried to the hilt.
I growl faintly with my hands gripping her back side to gain some control. Her mouth falls open and freezes into anO. Lana breathes heavily, adjusting and pulsing around me, and she begins to roll her hips slowly.
Every time she’s on top, I usually let her move at her own pace. Lana on top means she wants control—over me, over her pleasure. And I fucking love it. My head falls back and thuds against the headboard, my hands dripping her ass so tightly, her flesh swells between my fingers.
“Oh god,” she whimpers, moving faster as I stare between us.
Her hands pressing down into my chest come to my face, picking up my head and forcing me to stare into her. My mouth falls open and I lose myself in her—in the swirling caramel of her eyes.
“I love you,” Lana moans, her index finger tracing my jaw as she bounces on my lap.
I cup her breasts with my hands, holding them up to my mouth. I lick her left nipple first—sucking, biting, and swirling my tongue. And move onto the next, her head falling back and the ends of her hair tickling my thighs.
Her nails dig into my shoulders and she moans louder, bouncing harder and faster.
“Fuck, Lana,” I growl around her nipple. “I love when you use me like this.”
“You feel so good, Christian,” she moans. “Ahhh…”
My eyes roll back and she moans, loudly, her nails breaking through my skin. I hope she leaves her mark in half moons that’ll scar.
“Christian,” she moans, grinding her hips rougher than before. “Christian.”
“Yes,” I hiss. “Fuck, baby, make yourself come on me.”
Her pussy clenches around me even tighter than before and her breathing grows sporadic. “Christian, I’m…I’m coming.”
My thumb moves to her clit and my lips wrap around her nipple, and I can feel the way it hits her a thousand times harder just from that extra stimulation.
“Fuck me,” she whispers against my lips.
In a second, I flip us and Lana is on her back. Now it is hard and fast, loud moaning and groaning fill the room and her nails are scratching hard into my back, surely leaving red, bloody trails. Fuck, I really hope they scar.
Lana clenches around me, her legs tightening at my waist,and my hips jerk erratically when I feel my own pleasure mounting higher.
