Page 62 of In Love with Lewis Prescott
Chapter Seventeen
Harper
Lewis’s question, spoken in that growl with that smug smile on his face, has me stuttering. I have to take a second to process what’s happening right now: for the second time in my life, I’m about to have sex with Lewis Prescott. He’s turned on by me. He’s hard for me. He’s on his knees, kissing between my legs, and we’re about to screw each other’s brains out.
But more mind-blowing than that is the genuine connection I feel with him. The emotional bond that we’ve formed, the fact that he trusts me enough to open up about his past and his insecurities. The fact that I trust him enough to do the same.
This is more than just a physical attraction; what I feel with Lewis right now is unlike anything I’ve ever experienced before.
I’m practically shuddering at the thought, but then I swallow and refocus. I peer down at him, my heart pounding.
“Can I show you what I want?”
His eyes widen, and his smirk turns devilish as he nods. I grab him to stand up, then lead him to lie on his back on the couch. I remove my glasses and set them on the arm of the couch before I unhook my bra, drop it onto the floor, and shed my panties. I start to move to get on top of him, but he stops me with his hand on my arm.
“Wait. Can I just look at you for a second?”
I bite my lip and stand there in my birthday suit in front of one of the sexiest men in the world. I know I shouldn’t be so nervous—we screwed half naked in my car, and he seemed to like the view plenty. But this is different. We were crazed with arousal in that moment. Right now we’re taking things more slowly. It feels like there’s a spotlight on me as Lewis’s glazed-over hazel gaze takes me in. He’s probably been with loads of women with perfect bodies, and I can’t help but wonder how mine stacks up. I’m happy with my body, but I’m no tall and leggy Victoria’s Secret model. I’m petite and busty with a plump rear end.
But any insecurities I’m harboring are zapped away when I take in the hungry look on his face. His eyes practically have stars in them. And that devilish smile is still on display.
“I look okay then?”
His brow furrows slightly as he shakes his head. “To describe you as ‘okay’ would be a war crime. You’re fire. You’re stunning. You’re the hottest, sexiest, most beautiful woman I’ve ever been lucky enough to see naked.”
A flustered laugh is all I can manage. I’m blown away by the caliber of his compliment.
“Now, why don’t you show me what filthy thing you have in mind?”
He reaches his hand out and I take it, steadying myself as I climb on top of him. I maneuver to straddle my thighs over his face. When I start to lower my face between his legs, I hear him mutter, “Oh, hell yeah.”
“This is good with you then?”
He growls before kissing the back of my thigh. “More than good. Do you know how long I’ve been wanting to do this with you?”
I lean down and kiss the tip of him, then swirl my tongue over the head. He breathes in so sharply it sounds like he’s choking.
With eager hands, he grabs my hips and lowers me down to his face as I work him in my mouth. I hum and groan around him as his tongue starts slow, then swirls faster. All the muscles in my legs tremble in response to the pleasure mounting higher and higher inside me. As many times as I’ve done this, it’s never felt as good as now, when I’m with Lewis. And judging by the grunts that emanate from him, he’s enjoying this as much as I am.
Soon my thighs are shuddering around his face. The pleasure and pressure mount to an unbearable peak until I feel it everywhere. My legs, my arms, my core, my skin, my bones. Both of my calves cramp, signaling that the incoming crash of climax is imminent. When I dig my fingers into the hard flesh of his quad, Lewis takes that as his cue. He grips the backs of my thighs and moves even faster. And then, when I think I can’t take it any longer, I lose it against his tongue.
I have to pull away from him when I shout. I’m thrashing so much that I don’t want to hurt him. But he holds me steady the whole time. When I start to ease off my orgasm, I lower back down to finish him, but he moves to stop me.
I twist around to look at him.
“Actually, I was wondering...”
The way his eyes turn the slightest bit timid as he speaks makes me giddy.
“I’m really close, and I’d love it if I could maybe have you on your stomach. And, um, on your knees...”
I get his drift instantly.
“Absolutely. I love that. It’s my favorite. Do you have a condom?”
He nods yes, and I move off him so he can grab his jeans. He fishes his wallet from the back pocket and pulls out a foil square. Then he grabs three cushions from the couch and drops them on the floor.
“I’m a tall bastard and need the extra room.”
