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Then he ducks his head and closes his lips around the aching peak, and I fly out of my skin at the white-hot pleasure that crashes through me. Wet, glorious suction as he works the sensitive flesh, tongue swirling and teeth scraping until I’m writhing against him. My nails bite into his shoulders, mindless noises spilling from my throat.
Releasing my nipple with an obscene pop, he grazes the damp skin with the rough pad of his thumb. “You like that, sweetheart? Like having my mouth on you?” He proceeds to suck my other nipple. “You have no idea how long I’ve dreamed of this. I wasn’t sure if you’d ever agree.”
“What would you have done if I didn’t?” I ask, my voice hoarse.
He looks up at me. “I would have kept waiting, hoped, and fucked my fist.”
“That’s hot.”
“Yeah?”
“When you did that in front of me, I came just from watching. I imagined this moment every time I touched myself in bed.”
“You imagined me?”
I nod.
“Fuck, Ava,” he strokes the waistband of my pants, his hand slipping between my legs with a gentle touch. I want to rip the fabric off to feel him on my bare skin.
He moves his hand back up.
“Put your hand back there,” I gasp.
“Where do you want me, Ava? Show me,” he groans, his face flushed, mouth open. He’s so beautiful.
I guide his hand between my legs. “I’m wet.”
My comfortable yoga shorts feel suffocating as he strokes me through the fabric. “Do you want my cock or my tongue?” he whispers, slipping his hand into my waistband. His finger meets my clit, and I throw my head back.
“Fuck,” I shout.
I can’t stand the fabric against my skin anymore, and I pull my pants down along with my underwear, discarding them. Lucas stops and kneels, his eyes roaming over my body with appreciation. He runs his hands over me, from top to bottom, caressing my burning skin.
“I want you, Lucas. Get undressed,” I plead.
He stands and pulls a condom from his pocket. “I have one this time.”
“I don’t want a condom.” I trust him. He wouldn’t lie about something like this, and I want to feel him. All of him.
He nods, his breathing quickening. He removes his shirt and riding pants, standing before me in full naked glory, his erection throbbing at the base.
Wow.
“Do you like what you see?” he asks.
I nod. “Come here.”
“Wait, I want to savor this moment. Burn it into my memory.” His eyes are hazy.
God, can he say anything more beautiful than that?
He drops back to his knees, spreading me open with his hands. “I want to go down on you, taste you. I’ve been dreaming about it since that time on the roof, sweet and salty and unique. I want you to come on my tongue.”
His thumb massages my clit, and my hips rise to meet him. “What else do you want, Wifey? Do you want to come on my tongue?”
“Yes.”
He kneels between my legs, running his tongue in a long lick from bottom to top. “Fuck!” I shout, tugging at his dark hair.
