Page 73 of Take Me to Church
The lightness of her words eases a little of the tightness still weighing on my chest. I crawl over her body and nose along her neck, breathing deep as I savor the moment. “I appreciate the selflessness you’re showing.”
Lydia loops her arms around my neck as her knees bracket my hips, allowing my body to settle between her thighs. “I guess it won’t be so bad now that I don’t have to sleep on that air mattress.” She traces one finger along my chin, her dark eyes moving over my face. “You know, you grew up to be really handsome.”
“Did I?” I catch the tip of her finger between my teeth, raking gently across her skin before setting it free. “Tell me more.”
Lydia tilts her head to one side. “I guess you’re a pretty good singer too.” She tries to flatten out her smile, but it keeps sneaking through.
“You’re talking an awful lot about shit that doesn’t really matter.” I skim one hand along her belly, teasing under the hem of her shirt to stroke over her soft skin.
“I would say there’s a whole lot of women here in Memphis who would argue that your looks and voice matter a hell of a lot.” Her lower lip pushes out the tiniest bit. “I saw all the panties that landed at your feet when you played the other night.”
“Are you jealous, Lydia?” I drag my hand higher, sliding my fingers over the band of her bra. “Because if you remember, I only asked one woman to come home with me that night.” I nip at the line of her jaw before leaning into her ear. “And she turned me down.”
Lydia sucks in a breath as I drag my thumb across her nipple, teasing it through the thin fabric of her bra. “Knowing what I know now, that might have been the wrong decision.”
I smile against her skin as I work her shirt up her body. I want to feel her. I want to taste her. I want Lydia to see how good it will be being mine. “I’m happy to know you’ve learned from your mistakes.”
“Me too.” Lydia lifts her arms over her head and it’s the only encouragement I need. I drag her t-shirt free then make quick work of the rest of her clothing, sending it over the edge of the bed, running my mouth over all the skin I’ve exposed.
Lydia grabs at my shirt as I lick along the line of her collarbone, yanking at the fabric. “Why do you always keep so many clothes on?”
I chuckle as she tangles me in the neckline, strangling me a little. “Always?” I lean back before she cuts off enough air to steal a few of the brain cells I can’t afford to lose, yanking the garment free. “You’re being pretty broad with that word.” I push up to my knees, keeping my eyes on hers as I unfasten my belt, dragging it free of the loops before tossing it away. “Because I’m pretty sure I remember being completely naked the night you worked that pretty little pussy onto my cock.”
Lydia’s eyes drop to the front of my pants, locking in place as I unbutton my jeans and drag down the zipper. “But you kept your pants on last night.”
“So I’m fifty-fifty.” I shove at my pants, pushing them down my hips, cock springing free, hard and eager. I smirk as I kick the jeans away. “Now I’m two out of three.”
Lydia continues staring at my dick, eyes widening. “Are you keeping track?”
“I am now.” I slide over her, dragging my body against hers until our faces are lined up. “Can’t have you being the only one who knows our statistics.”
Lydia laughs again. It should be so out of place, but it’s fucking perfect.
She’s perfect.
Thisis perfect.
I catch her lips with mine, stealing that smile for myself as I rock against the heat of her body, dragging my cock along her slit.
The mood between us shifts on a dime and Lydia widens her knees, opening her body up to mine. Her hands flutter over my chest, their touch soft and fleeting, as if she can’t decide where to put them.
I snag one, dragging it back to rest it on my ass, pressing it into my body as I rock against her again. Her free hand locks onto my other ass cheek, fingers digging in as she pulls me in again, sliding my cock along her hot, slick cunt.
“Christian I want—” She stops short of making a request.
And I’m not pushing her tonight, so I decide to finish it for her. “You want me to fuck you?”
“Yes.” The word is breathy, like she’s relieved.
“Were you worried I didn’t know what you wanted, Lydia?” I reach for my nightstand, grabbing a condom while keeping my mouth against her ear. “You should know me better than that.” I drag my lips down her neck, nipping at her soft skin as I work the condom into place.
I planned to take my time with her the first time she was in my bed, but the way she’s digging her heels and hands into my backside, fighting to get me where she wants me, makes it clear she’s not on the same page. And that’s fine. Because we have all the time in the world to fuck every way there is.
Lydia won’t just be in my bed tonight and tomorrow, but the next night too. And the night after that.
And every night beyond.
I tease the tip of my cock against her clit, rubbing back and forth until my sweet, soft Lydia sinks her nails into my skin and growls out a handful of words that steal any sanity I might still possess. “Fuck me now.”
