Page 30 of Kiss Me Ever After
I bent my head to her breasts and took one of her nipples in my mouth through the lace of her bra, my tongue whirling around the tip. Her back arched in response and had me reaching for the other nipple, rolling it between my thumb and forefinger. She made little moans as I increased the pressure with both my mouth and fingers.
My dick pulsed.
Jesus, Lennon, what are you doing to me?
I broke off long enough to take a look at her. Eyes closed, lips slightly parted, she arched her hips, one of her hands ready to snake between her legs. I grasped her wrist and pulled it away.
I hooked my thumbs into the waistband of her panties and slowly drew them down, before parting her legs, seeing her slick and open for me. I tucked the garment into the pocket of my jeans, the corner of my mouth quirking. A souvenir, if you will.
Lennon squirmed, watching my every move. “Justin, please,” she begged, eyes wide.
It was all the encouragement I needed as I lowered my mouth. Slowly, I placed butterfly kisses around her inner thighs, feeling her tense, her breathing growing ragged. It must have been torture for her, wondering what I would do next. I moved to her clit, gently blowing out a breath. She laced her hands into my hair, pushing me closer towards her. My tongue licked her whole length before returning to her clit, until I finally slid a finger inside,so wet for me. She shuddered and whimpered, hips wriggling around underneath my touch. I smiled against her, increasing the pressure of my finger and tongue at the same time. Her whole body started to shake, and I guessed she was close to coming undone. The mischievous side of me wondered how long I could keep her on the edge without toppling over. But the painful pulsing in my cock told me to hurry it along. She wasn’t the only one who needed to climax.
“Oh, Jesus, fuck, Justin, please!” Her hands clutched at my shoulders, nails digging into the skin.
I slid a second finger inside her, thumb massaging her clit, as I finger fucked her to her first orgasm of the night. Lennon’s hips raised off the bed, her hands covering her breasts as she panted and yelled out my name and then collapsed back onto the bed. Gently, I withdrew my fingers and kissed her clit. She lay there, eyes closed, and I moved up to kiss her mouth, knowing she could taste her own juices. Her eyes fluttered open, the icy blue pools warm and shiny.
“You taste good,” I murmured.
“You’re… that was… I…” She was spent, unable to string a coherent sentence together.
“Ready for round two?”
Lennon frowned. I grabbed her hand and placed it against my groin where she could feel the rock hardness of my erection. “Oh!” Her eyes grew wide.
I stood up just long enough to shed the rest of my clothes and find a condom. When I turned back to the bed, Lennon had taken off her bra, perky nipples erect. Her complete nakedness almost made me lose it there and then.
“Fuck, I want you so badly,” I hissed with an almost desperate exhalation of breath. I leaped onto the bed and flipped her so she was on her knees. I knelt in position and cupped her clit from behind. “Still so wet for me.” I dragged my other hand down the length of her spine and watched her shiver.
My cock pressed against her slit, easily smoothing inside her. I covered her with my body, one hand creeping to her breasts and began to thrust, gently at first, then harder and more insistently. I dictated the pace, taking it slow and steady when I thought Lennon was on the edge again, then slower and deeper, taking my time with each thrust, making sure to hit the right spot. Lennon reached around and drew her nails over my balls, almost making me shoot my load. A strangled sound escaped my lips, and I thrust into her hard. She cried out as I pumped my hips, needing to get to that release. Seconds later, I came, clutching Lennon’s body close to mine.
We slumped onto the bed, breathing heavily.
“That was…” Lennon began. She twisted to face me, eyes shining with tears.
“Oh my God, did I hurt you?” I brushed away the tears, concern bringing me down.
She shook her head. “I, no. It was,youwere amazing.”
The intensity of what we’d just done was overwhelming. This was no quick summer shag for us. Webothwanted so much more.
I wrapped my arms around Lennon, breathing in her scent, her skin soft against mine.
Me and Lennon Cole.
Who would have thought?
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Lennon
Being wrappedin Justin’s arms felt like the most natural thing in the world.
The stresses of the past few months—not to mention the last couple of days—dissipated in a glorious tangle of limbs and bruised lips.
His arms encircled my body, holding me close, safe,loved.
Nothing could break the moment.
