"You are the sweetest thing I've ever tasted,” he confesses, his voice thick. "Sweetest fucking thing in the world."
Before I can even process the praise, he plunges right back down. He focuses entirely on the sensitive bundle of nerves at the top, his tongue swirling over it in tight, agonizingly perfect circles while his fingers slide just slightly inside my tight heat.
The combination is devastating. The friction builds so fast it turns my vision hazy. I'm completely trapped beneath him, caught in a storm of heat, the scratch of his stubble against my inner thighs driving me absolutely crazy. My uninjured leg locks, the muscles in my thigh shaking as the tension in my lower body winds up tighter and tighter until it snaps.
"Oh, wait—” Tightening my grip on the blanket enough to make my hands shake, I can feel my body reaching its limit. “Dawson, I'm—"
The orgasm hits me like a wave, dragging me under. My hips lift instinctively, a loud, crying sob tearing past my lips as my walls clamp down around his fingers.
Instead of backing off, Dawson trembles in return, his grip on my hips turning concrete as he holds me steady. He drives his tongue right into the center of my climax, licking me through every single throb and spasm of my release.
I’m completely breathless, my chest heaving as the waves finally begin to slow, leaving me limp beneath him.
Slowly, he drags his mouth away, though his hands remain heavy on my hips. He looks up the length of my body, completely breathless, a satisfaction burning in his eyes. He presses a soft, lingering kiss to the inside of my trembling, uninjured thigh before meeting my gaze.
"I could taste this every single day," he murmurs, planting a vow that roots straight to my heart. "Every day for the rest of my life, and I'd never, ever get tired of it."
As good as that sounds, I’m not sure I’d be able to keep up with him. Is every orgasm going to feel this intense?
Dawson pulls back, shifting to sit on his heels. The cool air of the bedroom hits my damp skin, but the heat returning to his eyes is scorching. My gaze tracks lower, catching the tight, strained stretch of fabric between his thighs. He’s still completely hard, his own hunger barely scratched.
A wicked little shiver runs through me. We aren't even close to finishing.
Chapter eight
Dawson
Just when I think I've seen every side of Lucia, she continues to surprise me.
Watching her melt into my mattress, dazed and shivering from her orgasm, does something feral to my chest. I can't look away from her flushed skin. Knowing how wet she is for me has my cock throbbing, a heavy, demanding ache that tells me to rip my pants off and sink straight into her.
I trail my fingers up her torso instead, taking my time as I pop the last three buttons of her shirt. I push the fabric wide, and the first real sight of her curves has my jaw clenching. It’s too much.She’s too perfect. I know I’m claiming a lot of firsts tonight, and if I’m going to make her completely mine, I can’t rush it. I can't overwhelm her. I have to build the fire back up until she’s begging me for relief.
Moving up her body, I press a slow, open-mouthed kiss right to her belly button. She flinches instantly, her lower stomach trembling beneath my lips. I don't miss the way she sucks in a breath as I lick the salt of her sweat.
Is there an inch of her body that isn't sensitive?
"Delicious." Giving her a smile only makes that blush of hers grow darker.
I crawl higher, dragging my heavy frame up the length of her body until I'm hovering right over her perfect breasts. My hips grind forward on instinct, desperately seeking some kind of relief. One hard thrust of my pelvis against her thighs, and I can already feel the slick warmth of her juices soaking straight through the front of my pants. Just to make sure such sweetness reaches my cock, I roll my hips against her again, heavy and deliberate, earning a soft, breathless gasp that vibrates right into my chest.
"All mine..." I hum the vow against her skin, my mouth finally finding one perked-up nipple.
Keeping my eyes locked onto hers, I circle the tight little bud with the tip of my tongue before sucking it deeply past my lips. Her back arches instantly, her head tilting back into the pillow as a whimpering sigh breaks from her lips.
Fuck me, I hit the lottery with Lucia. I'm never going to be able to let her go. Not even a ring will be enough. I'm going to have to become her shadow so no one thinks about taking what is mine.
I cup her other breast in my palm, squeezing the heavy weight of it as I pinch and roll her other nipple between my thumb and forefinger. I use my mouth and my hands in tandem, fueling thefire, slowly working her back up to the edge before she even has a chance to recover.
Continuing to roll my hips, I'm soon panting against her skin. At this rate, I'm going to ruin my pajamas.
"Need inside..." Murmuring the words, I pull my hand away to push it between us. Shoving my pants down, finally freeing my cock into the cool air of the bedroom. The relief is instant, but the need is deafening. I line myself up, and the very first thrust—just the heavy, gliding rub of my bare length against her drenched, swollen lips—is so intense it has me seeing colors behind my eyelids.
If I have to beg her to let me bury myself to the hilt, God help me, I'll do it.
Thankfully, the bare friction has her gasping. She's parting her thighs on her own, lifting her hips each time my weeping tip grazes her entrance. Even if she's never done this, her body already knows what it wants.
"Lucia," I rasp, my voice a gravelly, demanding friction of its own. "Tell me it's okay. Tell me I can take something this precious. Fuck,please."
