Page 63 of In Love with Lewis Prescott
I giggle as I reposition myself on my hands and knees on top of the cushions. Lewis moves to kneel behind me, and I lower my chest all the way down, so that the side of my face and the front of my shoulders are against the plush cushions while my ass is straight up in the air.
“This okay?” I ask.
There’s a grunting noise behind me. “Um, fuck yeah.”
“You sound like a caveman,” I say through a chuckle.
I squeal when I feel the scrape of his teeth along the back of my thigh before he gives my ass cheek a squeeze. He runs a hand along my lower back, resting his fingers on either side of my spine.
“So perfect,” he hums.
“Just a warning—I get pretty loud in this position. Way louder than I was in the car.”
What sounds like a scoff-laugh echoes behind me. Then he slides in, and I gasp.
“Good,” he rasps, slow-thrusting into me.
I moan, gripping the cushions as he pumps into me over and over.
He leans down so that his lips are touching the shell of my ear. “I want you loud, Harper. I want you to shatter the fucking windows with how loud I make you scream.”
My jaw unhinges as some animal noise I’ve never made before rips from inside me.
“That’s my girl. Just like that.”
He grips my hips tighter with each thrust. The feel of his fingers digging into my skin makes me wild. I love that I’m making him this desperate, this primal.
That familiar pressure and intensity collide inside me once more. Liquid heat pools between my legs before rushing up my spine and stomach, puddling at my chest. My entire body is flooded with lust and pleasure. I’m shouting and squealing so hard, I’d be surprised if I don’t lose my voice at the end of this.
When he picks up the pace, his grunts deepen and his breath becomes more ragged. I wonder just how close he is to losing it. Then he slips a hand between my legs and starts to circle my clit. In no time that liquid heat turns to lava.
“I’m so close,” I howl.
“Come for me.”
A second later, I do exactly that while screaming his name. I obey his rasped command with an orgasm so intense, I lose my vision and my hearing for a moment. My entire body convulses under him. Everything is muffled and hazy. I blink furiously as the deep blue fabric of the couch cushion slowly comes into focus.
His gentle voice hits my ears. “Are you okay?”
That’s when I notice his arm is braced under me. My head is so heavy I can barely keep holding it up. I’m drunk with the aftershocks of the climax Lewis just delivered to my body.
“Yeah.” I take a moment to catch my breath. “Are you? Did you...”
A throaty chuckle sounds behind me before he presses his lips to my back. “Of course I came. God, you’re incredible, Harper.”
He slides out of me, then eases me to lie facedown on the cushions. I close my eyes to the sound of his footsteps padding down to the hallway bathroom. Thirty seconds later he’s back. I fully expect him to settle next to me, but he scoops me up in his arms.
I squeal. “What are you doing?”
“Taking you to bed.”
After he lays me down on his bed, he cuddles next to me.
“Are you tired?” he asks as he pulls the bedsheet over us.
Something comes over me as I take him in, skin flushed, hair mussed, eyes dilated yet fiery, that cheeky smile dancing across his lips. Suddenly I’m starving for him again.
I shake my head no.
