“Not going anywhere without you, sweetheart,” he promises.
He flips me with ease, pinning me beneath him on his mattress, and my giggle tapers off into a moan when he ducks his head down to litter my chest with kisses. Plush lips trace over the sensitive skin, teeth and tongue teasing my nipples until I’m whining beneath him. The hard line of his cock, still trapped in his jeans, presses against my thigh, and my patience evaporates.
I tug at his hair, just hard enough to get his attention, and he looks up at me with wide eyes, near feral with hunger.
“Pants off,” I demand, budging my leg against the length of his cock. “Need you.”
His lashes flutter, and I can damn near see the wave of lust that rocks through him. Neither of us waste a single second, tearing our jeans off and falling to the bed together again as soon as our underwear follows.
It’s not frenzied, not frantic, but neither of us are trying to hide anything anymore. Weneedeach other. This isn’t lust, we’re not scratching an itch.
We’re both saying the same thing every time our lips meet.
I love you.
I love you.
I love you.
“So beautiful, baby,” Lucas says, crawling on top of me again and tracing his hand up my thigh. We both gasp when he brushes over my cunt. “Fuck, you’re already this wet for me?”
He holds his fingers up so I can see the strings of wetness shining on his skin, and I lean up, holding eye contact with him as I suck them into my mouth. His cock twitches where it rests against my thigh, and I roll my hips up in silent demand.
“Christ, Jenny.” His laugh falls away into a groan as he slides his fingers free of my mouth. “Going to kill me if you keep that up.”
“Going to kill me if you make me wait any longer.” I grin up at him when he rolls his eyes in fond exasperation, but he doesn’t stop me when I wrap my hand around his cock and guide it where I want it. “Come on, Lucas. Fuck me.”
“I’m not fucking you, Jenny, not this time. I’m making love to you.”
My heart trips over itself in my chest, and my need for him doubles. I kiss him, fevered and heated and smiling so wide my face hurts with it. He stops me just as I get the head of his cock lined up, pulling back to look me in the eyes.
“Don’t want me to get you ready?” he asks softly.
I grin at him, rolling my hips against him. “Trust me, I’m ready. I can’t wait any longer. Want to feel it stretch me out.”
He groans, his head dropping to my shoulder, and I feel his cock pulse in my hand.
“Trust me,” he whispers, his hands settling on my hips, “you’ll feel it, princess.”
And then he makes good on his word, inching inside me, deeper and deeper every second. He takes it slow, but doesn’t give me any reprieve, sinking into me and giving me exactly what I want. I toss my head back in desperate pleasure, my body moving to accommodate the length of him. He kisses me withevery shallow thrust, our lips moving against each other like we have all the time in the world.
We do now, don’t we?
By the time he bottoms out, my breath is coming in shaky gasps, my vision blurred with pleasure. He’s panting just as hard as I am, the hands on my hips gripping so tightly he’s sure to leave bruises.
I can’t wait to see them in the morning.
“Feel so fucking perfect, sweetheart.” He kisses up my throat, across my jaw, catches my lips again. “So good for me.”
I can do nothing but move with him when sets a rhythm, cleaving into my body and carving a space for himself. White hot bliss sears through my veins with every thrust, and I rake my nails down his back as I meet him for sloppy kisses.
“Not going to last,” I warn him. “So good.Fuck.”
He nods, brow twisted in rapture even as he smiles wickedly at me. His fingers find my clit, and I wail at the sensation, overwhelmed by the feeling of him inside me and rubbing against me like he wants me to fall apart around him.
His thrusts start to falter the closer he gets, and I can feel myself approaching the edge right along with him.
“Together?” he asks, breathless with his impending orgasm.
