“After wh—”
Before I could finish my question, she whipped off her baggy shirt and revealed that she wasn't wearing a bra. Her bare chest rendered me speechless for an instant, before I reacted and dropped my mouth to twist one nipple and pull the other into my mouth. She writhed and moaned in pleasure as I licked, sucked, and bit. I focused on her other breast while teasing the one I'd just kissed.
“You have perfect tits,” I groaned, swirling my tongue around her nipple and sucking it.
“You have a perfect mouth,” she moaned, tugging at my shirt. “I want this off.”
I took my shirt off, tossing it in the same direction as hers. She roamed her fingers across my body, wandering over every inch of me, taking in each groove and bump of my muscles. Her eyes met mine and stayed there for an eternity before she stepped out of bed, swiftly discarding her baggy shorts and panties. I stopped breathing at the sight of her, fully naked. Sure, I’d seen her in a bikini, but this was some next-level shit. She wasted no time pulling down my joggers and underwear but stopped midway at my thighs to stare at my dick, which twitched under her scrutiny. I didn’t know exactly what she was thinking, but I knew she liked what she saw. She finished undressing me and straddled me again. Her warm, wet pussy gliding on my lower abs, right above my cock, did me in.
I couldn’t take it anymore. I’d exercised enough patience. I flipped her over. She landed with a loud oomph and a startled laugh. The sound distracted me for a moment before I went back to my task, kissing her lips again and making my way to each of her nipples and then her stomach. I dipped my tongue into her belly button, making her suck it in. I wanted to taste and explore every inch of her. When I finally reached her pussy, I paused to admire her. She was fucking perfect.
“You have the most perfect pussy,” I said, as I lowered my mouth and gave her clit a hard lick with the surface of my tongue.
Fuck.Her hips bucked, and her hands instantly grabbed my hair. Fun fact, I didn’t let women touch my hair. I usually batted their hands away and glared long enough that they knew not to do it again. I moved a little lower and gave a hard lick up her folds. Her back arched with a gasp. I forced her legs wider and pumped one finger inside her as I swirled my tongue on her clit. She gasped loudly when I added another finger. Holy shit, she was tight. Her body bowed off the bed, and her grasp on my hair tightened to the point of pain as I licked her. I fucking loved it.
“Holy shit, Lach. . .” she gasped. “Holy shit. Don’t stop.”
Don’t stop.As if I ever could. I took my fingers back, gripped her thighs, and ate her like a starved man. I wanted to fucking devour her, to own this pussy, to make it so that she never wanted another mouth on it. She bucked against me, grinding on my face as she whispered a chant. I was already turned on, but fuck, I wanted her to scream whatever she was saying. I added two fingers again and sucked her clit into my mouth.
“Ohmyfuckingod. Lachlan, oh my. . .oh my Godddd,” she said loudly as she came against my mouth, and her entire body began to shudder.
I leaned back and pulled my fingers out slowly, moving them gently over her clit. I watched her face, mouth open and eyes screwed shut, as she rode out the orgasm. I smiled against her chest when another orgasm rocked her body, and she started chanting my name. Fuuuuuck, that was hot. I backed away slowly, sucking her come off my fingers as I sat back on my knees and watched her entire body sag into the mattress. She was still catching her breath when she opened her eyes, and damn, those fucking eyes.
“Did you bring a condom?” she said, panting.
“Are you going to be mad if I say yes?”
“Livid,” she said, deadpan, as she sat up.
I smiled as I got off the bed to get the condom. I’d brought one, just in case, not because I thought this would happen. I mean, in my dreams, it would. I ripped the wrapper with my teeth and pressed the condom on my tip when she moved toward me.
“Wait.” She set a hand on mine. “Please.”
I didn’t know what she was asking for. For me to use the pull-out method? For me to. . .all thoughts subsided when she lowered the front of her body, ass up, and swirled her tongue around the head of my cock.
“Oh. My. Holy fuck, Lyla.” My head fell back.
She licked it all around before finally taking it in her mouth. She tried twice before she could take it all and gagged as she deep-throated me, but she did it again anyway. I forgot how to breathe. My toes curled. She did it a third time as she played with my balls. Fuck. This was by far the best head I’d ever gotten, and I wasn’t even going to let myself come in her mouth. I gripped her hair as she moved. I wanted to fuck her mouth so badly. If she were a random hookup, I would have. I looked at her again, taking another mental image, this time of Lyla fucking James sucking my dick. If she kept going, I wouldn’t be able to fuck her, so I took it out of her mouth. She looked up, confused.
I grabbed her chin and pulled her up. “I want you to come on my cock.”
“Oh fuck.” She shuddered.
I slammed my mouth on hers and kissed her. It started fiercely but turned into a slow, deep kiss. She pulled away, looking at me in a daze like she was turned on and maybe confused. I finished sliding on the condom and moved her, so she was lying on her back. As I settled between her legs, I tweaked her nipples and mentally prepared to take my time thrusting into her. I wanted to feel her pussy clench over every single inch of me. I moved against her to prepare her, and then I sank in slowly. Just the tip at first, but once the tip was in, and I felt her around me, I fucking lost it and thrust in hard, deep.
“Fucking hell, Lyla.” A growl ripped through me.
“Lach.” She screamed, tears slipping out of her eyes. I stopped moving.
She shook her head. “I’m fine. You’re just. . .huge.”
I felt myself smirk as I lowered my lips to hers and brought a hand between us to play with her clit. She jerked her hips and pushed my hand away.
“Please fuck me, Lach,” she whispered against my lips, clenching around me. I groaned, grinding my jaw at the feel of her. I was trying to be gentle, but this fucking woman made it impossible. “Please, please, please move.”
Fuck, the begging. Lyla James freaking begging.I rocked my hips again, starting with slow thrusts. She was so fucking tight. I would have believed her if she’d told me she was a virgin. She felt too good. So perfect. The kiss had been indescribable. Her pussy tasted like something I could eat all day. And nowthis?Thiswas what sex with her felt like? I wanted to take the damn condom off — something I’d never done — and fucking mark her with my seed. Her breath hitched when I sped up my thrusts. I pulled out slowly and thrust in hard again. Again, again, and again. Her eyes were screwed shut as she lifted her hips to meet each thrust. Her hands were gripping the sheets underneath us so hard, her knuckles were white. I’d always avoided eye contact during sex. When a woman gave me head, I looked at her, but it was mostly because I got off on the way their eyes widened when I fucked their mouths. Eye contact during sex seemed like overkill. Why would I even want it if I was going to fuck and leave anyway? Staring at Lyla’s eyelids did something to me. I wanted her eyes on mine. Needed them.
I pinched her nipple. “Open your eyes.”
