His fingers glide up the tops of my thighs. Once he reaches the waistband of my pants, he yanks them off, along with my panties, and then straightens, making a show out of detangling my underwear from my discarded pants. “Already wet for me, eh?” he asks, bringing the fabric to his face as he inhales deeply.
He balls the cotton into his fist and crawls over me. The second his bare cock grazes my skin, all thought leaves my brain and I’m consumed by the heat of his touch as he leans down and gives me the most sensual kiss. This isn’t friends-with-benefits kissing. This is a deep, soul-searching, feelings-confessing type of kiss. With one hand propped up beside me, fist still clenched around my panties, he uses his other hand to delicately caress my cheek.
All the air punches out of my lungs as he continues his meaningful exploration of my mouth and lips, leaving no trace untouched.
When he suddenly pulls back, I feel as though all oxygen has escaped me, as though his kiss was the only thing tethering me to life. I gasp for air, and I see the wickedly playful gleam in his eye as he takes my panties and stuffs them in my mouth.
“I need every scrap of fabric at my disposal to silence the sounds I’m going to pull out of this beautiful body, a chroí.”
Oh sweet Jesus, do I want that.
I nod like a love-drunk idiot and watch as he pushes off me and climbs up the bed, tossing pillows aside as he positions himself next to the headboard.
“Get over here and sit on my face, love. I’ve been dying to check this off your list.”
I pull the panties out of my mouth. “Are you su?—”
“Absolutely feckin’ sure. Now come make my face your throne and show me the power you wield over me.”
My nerves get the better of me. I’m not a small woman, and I’ve never done anything like this before. “But I’m?—”
“There are dozens of words you could use to finish that thought. Were you gonna say beautiful, powerful, amazing? How about fierce, stunning, breathtaking? Anything less than that is unacceptable. You are incredible, every inch of ya. Your big heart, your capable mind, the way you care for others and protect the ones you love.”
I’m at a loss for words, stunned at his confession. Is this how he sees me? “Can you?—”
“I can do anything you want right now, but the thing I want most is your pleasure. I want to see you come apart on my tongue. I want to feel your thighs squeeze my face when you’re on the edge. I want to taste your cum on my tongue knowing I earned every drop of it. Can you do that for me?”
Nodding hesitantly, I slowly crawl over to him, panties clutched in my hand. Even though his words fill me with a warmth and comfort I’ve never known, I can’t help but feel nervous about putting all my weight on him. He must see the concern in my features.
“What is it, Lucky?”
I blink at him, stunned. He’s called me that a few times now, and it stops me in my tracks every time. “What did you call me?”
“Lucky?”
Do I tell him? Not even the girls know this part of my past. “I’ve been avoiding that name my entire life.”
“Why?”
“I am the unluckiest woman on the planet.”
“Don’t think that’s true. You’ve got two beautiful boys, a job you love, and a supportive group of lassies.”
“Is that all I’ve got?” I search his eyes for more, hoping hisconfession isn’t complete. I want to tell him how I feel, but I’m too afraid to say it first.
“I think you know the answer to that. But I’ll humor you since I’m so feckin’ gone for ya.”
An embarrassing smile lights up my face, and I bite my lip trying to play it cool.
“I called ya Lucky because that’s how ya make me feel. Lucky we met. Lucky you finally let me help ya with your list. With your boys. And so damn lucky every time ya look at me like that. And while I’m dyin’ to get lucky with ya right now, I’d be even luckier if we ditched the friend title and I could enjoy all the benefits of calling ya mine.”
All words escape me as I nod emphatically.
“Can we tell the boys?” The eager look on his face nearly does me in.
“I’d like that,” I say.
He pulls me against him as he presses his lips to mine.
