Drag out, slide in deep. Over and over, he kept the pace steady and slow—too slow to create the friction I needed for release. I tossed my head back and forth, gnashed my teeth, and took what he gave me.
He slid one arm under my back, then brought it low to the base of my spine, tilting my hips up to better receive him. My thighs shook with the effort to remain passive. I wanted to take him, but Lennon needed this moment, needed to be in control.
He pulled out with a tortuous slowness that was driving me out of my mind, but he shoved in much faster this time. His pubic bone slammed into my butt. I tried to wrap my legs around him, but Lennon pressed against both thighs, opening me. He stared down at where he powered in and out of me, his strokes strong and sure. He picked up the tempo and the force, and then again, until he was pounding into me.
I loved it. He didn’t hold back, instead using his strength to level his hips against mine. I screamed, and he shoved in even harder. This was visceral, deep, all-consuming. I could feel how much he wanted me—needed me. Desire coiled inside, winding me ever tighter.
I clenched my inner muscles, trying to give as good as I got. Lennon seemed to redouble his efforts, pounding me both into and up the mattress. Sweat bloomed over my skin, and my breathing turned ragged. Still he continued forcing me to take him, to accept his pace in the best possible way. The tension rose, rose, rose—higher than I would have imagined possible, pulling my muscles taut.
Lennon lifted my hips and rose to his knees, spreading them so my clit rubbed against his abdominals with the next pump.
I detonated. My mind ceased to take in stimulus as my body shivered and convulsed, sucking at Lennon’s hard dick. I screamed and panted, the pleasure so intense it was nearly painful.
His pace faltered as my orgasm blew through me. He gritted his teeth and chanted my name over and over. His palm settled on my knee, and he fell forward as his cock expanded and his balls jerked, pressed tight to my sensitive skin as his seed erupted, bathing my insides in a thick, warm spray.
After, he continued to rock into me, his breathing as ragged as mine as he collapsed his shoulder beside me. And still, he fucked me. Slowly now, softly, as everything was so sensitive.
He eased to a stop, buried in my channel. He placed a hand on my breast, over my heart. “That was incredible,” he said.
“Mmmm,” I agreed.
“I wasn’t too rough?”
“No. You should do that again.”
He chuckled. “Give me five or ten, and I will.”
“Delightful.”
We rested, sweat cooling our skin, our muscles jumping occasionally. The room was dark and quiet, our breathing the only sound.
“I really do adore you, Vivian.”
I smiled. “I know. And I adore you, too.”
Chapter 33
Chapter
Lennon
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We spent the next morning at my mom’s, enjoying a nice brunch my sisters brought over. I loved how well Nina and Mia got along with Vivi—how seamlessly she fit into our family dynamic. Satisfaction reared up, and I must have looked smug because Vivi rolled her eyes at me.
“What do you two have planned this afternoon?” Mom asked.
I shrugged. “We could play some games?—”
“You have this one day off and you want to spend it with me? No, you are young and in love. You two need to go out and live a joyful life. My boring daughters will stay with me.”
“Oh, we will, will we?” Mia asked, hands on hips. “I think you’d better ask nicely.”
Mom played along, her eyes shining even as she stuck out her lower lip in a pout. “Please, my darling, please stay with me so I’m not alone in my invalid state.”
Nina kissed Mom’s cheek. “You are a menace.”
Mom cackled. “I love having adult children.”
