A wide smile takes over her face, and it’s the brightest thing I’ve ever seen, “I love you Lucas St. James.”
“Fuck yes!” I yell, pumping my fist into the air and jumping out of the bed.
Her giggles fill my room while I dance around like a god damn idiot, but I couldn’t care less. The girl I love more than anything loves me back, despite all the fucked-up, twisted, dark shit she’s seen in me.
I grab her face in my hands, peppering her face with kisses as she squirms in my hold. Resting my forehead against hers, I smile, “I love you Claire Taylor. You’re my goddamn sun, my moon, and my stars. You’re everything.”
Without a thought, I slam her to the bed, connecting our lips. Our kisses are rushes and hungry, we’re devouring each other like we haven’t eaten in weeks.
My hands trace the contours of her body, feeling every curve and line. Her hands hold tight around the back of my neck, forcing me to deepen the kiss.
I move my hands up, squeezing her breasts, playing with her hard nipples through the light fabric of her shirt. She arches into my touch and moans, gripping my hair like it’s the only thing keeping her from floating away to heaven.
I don’t stop until she’s grinding up against my body, begging for the friction I know she craves. “Someones getting a little needy now, aren’t we?” I mock.
“Shut up and touch me” she rushes out before smashing her lips back onto mine.
I trail a path down her body with my fingertips, all the way down to the hem of her shorts. I stop for a moment, playing with the waist band before she takes matters into her own hands.
She grips my wrist and grinds her teeth, “don’t be a bitch St. James.”
Oh now she’s done it.
Yank her shorts down, I throw them across the room. My fingers make contact with her clit, tracing circles while she throws back her head and rewards me with another loud moan. I take the opportunity to start kissing her neck, biting around her pulse point. My free hand covers her mouth, “we don’t want anyone hearing you, do we pretty girl?” I whisper against her skin.
She shakes her head no.
“Are you going to be quiet?”
She nods.
“Good girl.” I remove my hand from her mouth and resume kissing her neck, the other moves in different patterns, trying to figure out what she likes best.
Her body tenses, her fingers scratch at my back and her breaths become more and more rushed as I play with her. When I finally dip into her dripping pussy, I do my best to hold back a groan.
So fucking tight.
I move my fingers in and out feeling her clench around them, her legs are violently shaking.
Oh Claire, I’m about to make you into a soaking little mess.
I stop playing with her, but before she has the chance to protest, I drop to my knees and look up at her. She won’t look at me though, she has her fingers tangled in her own hair, looking up at the ceiling. Her chest heaves up and down, her face contorted in agony.
“Look at me” I say, half begging and half telling.
Her head lifts up slightly, a nasty smirk on her face as she looks down at me, “who’s begging now?”
I keep eye contact as I lick all the way up her pussy, she groans and slams her head back down on the bed. A triumphant smile takes over my face, I love driving her crazy.
My mouth covers her clit, flicking my tongue and sucking lightly until I find the spot she favours the most. I keep going until she’s yanking on my hair and convulsing under my tongue.
“I’m-“
“I know” I interrupt. I can feel her heart beat against my lips, I know she’s close. I insert another finger, pumping them in and out until she’s screaming.
“Oh my god Lucas.”
Pulling myself back up onto the bed, I hover over her, “how was that?”
