“Touch me, Lennon.”
His hands came up and gripped my waist, holding me to him as he ravaged my mouth. Our teeth clanked, our tongues fought for dominance. I pulled his button-down and tee from his pants, sliding my palms over his slabs of muscle. He shrugged out of the shirt, then tugged the back of the neck of his T-shirt to yank it off. I lifted his arm and kissed the knife scar he’d gotten there.
With a soft push to his shoulder, I settled Lennon back on the bed, and I divested him of his socks, boots, and the rest of his clothes. “Mmm… You’re so big and hard and mine,” I cooed.
His erection leaped, brushing his hard abdominals. “Yes, I am.”
“You like that?” I crawled over his body. “You like me saying you’re mine?”
His hard dick thumped against my inner thigh.
“Yes. Yes.” He chanted the words as he cupped my breasts.
I kissed his neck, then moved down over his heart, placing open-mouthed kisses as I worked lower.
He groaned, his hips jittering. “Ah, hell, Vivian.”
My breath fanned over his rigid flesh, and I smiled at the bead of precum oozing from his tip. I knelt beside him and took off my bra and panties. I enjoyed Lennon’s soft words of praise, so dirty and delicious that I had to press my thighs together to ease the ache.
“Do we need condoms?” he rasped.
I’d thought about that, a lot, since I fantasized about him—a lot. “Are you clean?” I asked. I might be into sexy times, but I was a nurse.
He nodded. “I have a box in the drawer?—”
“I’m on the pill.”
He licked his lips. “You’re sure?”
I nodded. “I want this to be us. Just us.” I put my knee back on the bed and laid out over him. Lennon’s pupils blew wide. His callused fingers smoothed over my breasts, ribs, butt, and then up my back. “I’m going to have you now,” I told him.
“Yes. Need you, Vivi.”
I kissed him as I reached between us and wrapped a hand around his erection. I stroked up and down, up and down, loving his moans. He reciprocated by tugging at my nipples and kissing me near senseless.
I straddled his hips. Slowly, oh, so slowly, I rubbed my cleft over his sensitive head, enjoying the sensations. Each time I bumped his hard flesh into my clit, a flicker of lightning detonated in my belly. Sweat broke out on our bodies, and Lennon grew louder, his hands fisted at his sides. He was so close to losing control.
I reveled in this moment—in my control over him. He’d given me this gift, his trust. I had to show I would never abuse it. My thighs began to quiver, and my heart pounded against my ribs. We were both so turned on.
I notched him at my entrance the next time I rubbed forward and then sank onto his turgid length.
“Oh my…” His mouth fell open, his hands squeezed my hips, and he seemed to quit breathing as I settled against his pelvis.
“Lennon, you feel so good…so…”
“Vivi.” My name was a prayer, floating from his chest.
I pushed up, my thighs quivering, and sank down. My palms landed on his broad chest as I swiveled my hips. He ground his teeth as I rode him. My breath hitched. “T-touch me.”
His thumb went to my swollen nub. He rubbed my clit, and my walls clamped tighter. “Harder, Lennon.”
He increased the pressure on my clit. I couldn’t take a full breath.
“Your hips. Push into me.” He lifted his knees, drew his hips down, and then slammed back up. My head tipped back. He rose and kissed my neck as he rubbed my clit and pounded into me. The orgasm rushed over me like a high-speed train, slamming pleasure into my sensitized cells and eliciting a high-pitched mewl from my lips.
It went on and on as Lennon powered into me from below. His rhythm was strong, sure, and much too controlled for my sloppy state of bliss.
I collapsed forward so my cheek rested against his chest. He continued to thrust up into me.
