“I got it right after…everything,” he admitted, eyes never wavering from mine.
“Lane,” I breathed, bending so I could press a kiss to it.
And now that my lips had found his skin, I couldn’t seem to tear myself away. I moved over him, dropping teasing licks and gentle nips of my teeth to his collarbones, his pecs. Sealing my mouth around his nipples and flicking them with my tongue, which had his back arching off the bed.
“Wicked,” he murmured.
“I’m just getting started.”
He sighed dramatically but with a smile on his face. “That’s what I was afraid of.”
Moving south again, I delved into the ridges of his abdomen, licking into his belly button, loving the way he clenched under my tongue. I continued down, veering away from his cock and the pearly drop of precum beaded at the tip in favor of licking and sucking at the creases of his thighs. So close but not quite where he needed me.
When I straightened, I noted with no small amount of satisfaction that Lane was practically vibrating, his entire body drawn taut and trembling.
Thiswas exactly what I needed. To reclaim my power, to find my confidence again. And doing so with this man? The strongest, most masculine man I’d ever met? The one who’d starred in several of my teenage fantasies andallof my adult ones?
I felt like a goddamn queen.
I must have said it out loud because Lane shook his head and said, “Not a queen, sunny. Agoddess.”
Grinning, I reached out and scraped a nail up the length of Lane’s cock, from base to head. His hips jerked, seeking more, but I pulled away.
“Well,” I said. “I know it’s technicallyyourjob to worship me, but how about I take care of that for you?”
“Please.”
Slipping my arms free of my cardigan, I tossed it across my room and hooked my hair behind my ears, then flattened onto my stomach between his legs.
“Is there anything that’s…off limits?” I asked.
I had no idea who the hell I thought I was or where this side of me had come from, but I found myself wanting to play. Not only testing the limits of whatIwas willing to give, but what Lane was willing totake.
“Fuck no,” he growled, and I grinned. Honestly, he’d probably say anything I wanted to hear at the moment if it meant I’d touch him, but I also knew Lane well enough to know he wouldn’t say something he didn’t mean.
I wanted to explore every part of him. His body was incredible, heavily muscled without being bulky, and so different from who he’d been at twenty. I looked forward to relearning it but also discovering all its changes.
“You have no idea how sexy you are right now,” I said, my tongue darting out to flick against the skin just below the head of his cock.
Lane made a choking sound. “Me? No, baby.You.”
Finally, I dragged my tongue up his length from root to tip, then took him in my mouth. I wasn’t in any hurry, partly because we had a long way to go before I was through with him, but mostly because I fuckinglovedteasing him. I hadn’t been intimate with anyone beyond kissing in sixteen years, and thelast time had obviously turned me off from the experience for a long time. Being with Lane like this was a luxury. Being brave enough to take this, feeling safe enough to try again—I wanted to savor it.
I licked him like a lollipop I had all the time in the world to consume, one hand holding him steady at the base while the other dipped lower, cupping his balls and rolling them between my fingers.
“Ahhhhhh. Fuck, sunny, that feels good.”
Pushing my luck, I tiptoed my fingers back, pressing briefly against his taint before going further, parting his cheeks and brushing them lightly over his hole, eyes flicking up to his face to gauge his reaction.
“Fuck,” he groaned, eyes squeezed shut. His entire body tensed, and I quickly pulled away, afraid I’d gone too far.
Those depthless blue eyes flew open. “Why’d you stop?”
“You looked like you were in pain.”
He shook his head. “It wasn’t pain. Different, but it felt good.”
“So if I did it again…” I trailed off, slipping my pointer back into his crease applying more pressure to his hole. Lane hissed.
