Page 93 of Bad at Love
“How did you sleep?” I ask, my voice low, as if I mightmake the moment disappear, as if she’s a ghost that might dissolve right in front of me.
“Like a baby,” she says, lifting her arms up with a little stretch. “This bed is amazing.”
“I thought maybe it might have been more than just the bed,” I say, smiling.
A slow grin spreads across her face and it’s another punch to my gut, knocking the wind out of me. “Your cock was pretty amazing too.”
Fucking hell. As if the sight of her bare tanned skin against the white sheets, knowing she’s naked underneath, wasn’t enough to get me hard, then she has to say the word cock and it’s immediately springing to life, thick and hard as rebar.
I exhale through my nostrils, fighting the urge to jump her.
“You have to be careful when you use that word,” I warn her. “It’s like an invocation. You’ll summon it.”
She bites on her lip, smiles coyly. “What? The word cock? Or just me, talking about your cock and how I want to be best friends with it.”
I laugh, my blood turning molten. “You are asking for it.”
“Yeah,” she says, her tone anxious, excited. “I am.”
Damn. I thought that Marina being a virgin and all—correction,ex-virgin, thanks to me and my cock she wants to befriend—that things would be a bit awkward, that she would be shy around sex or talking about sex. But that hasn’t been the case at all.
I slowly sit up, lift the covers to make room, getting a look at her naked body underneath, and climb over her, the mattress moving beneath my weight. I straddle her, mythighs on either side of hers, my erection thick and hard, bobbing above her stomach. I lean down, bracketing her shoulders between my arms, and slowly run my lips down her forehead, over her nose, until I place them flush on her mouth.
“Mmm,” she says softly. “This isn’t a bad way to wake up.”
“It’s enough to make me a morning person,” I murmur, nibbling on her bottom lip before leaving a trail of kisses from the corner of her mouth to her jaw.
She raises her arms, lacing her fingers behind my neck. “Can we get room service after?” she asks, her voice drowsy. “Or are you planning to make me your breakfast?”
“Breakfast of champions,” I tell her, pressing myself down against her skin.
She lets out a soft gasp as I suck the skin on her neck, my head swimming from her raw taste.
“God, Laz,” she moans, breathy, sweet.
“I answer to both of those,” I tell her against her neck.
She takes her hand and places it under the covers, unsure at first, hesitating, and then she’s reaching down between us and stroking the tip of my cock. I don’t even have to raise my head to know she’s got a devilish twist to her lips.
A moan falls out of my mouth as her fingers get a better grip, the weight of my body against hers adding crucial pressure. I close my eyes, succumbing to the feeling as I work my mouth down her golden neck, and start rocking my body gently against hers. The friction on her soft stomach is incredible, my precum adding just enough slickness.
Before I get carried away, I pull back and kiss and suck my way down her body. From her shoulder, across to thesoft hollow of her throat, down between her breasts, my hand cupping them perfectly, one at a time. I love teasing around her nipples, love how she arches her back, pushing her breasts up, so ravenous for my lips, for my touch.
I want to tease her, make her squirm. Prolong it as long as possible, doing long, circular laps with my tongue and then blowing lightly. I watch her skin erupt in shivers, her nipple becoming harder, pinker, and it’s torture not to put it between my teeth and give it a sharp tug.
“Oh god,” Marina whimpers, her hands running through my hair and tugging on the ends. My eyes close, loving that dose of pain. I want her to do it harder but right now, this is about her.
“Tell me what you want, sweet girl,” I tell her, my voice rough with lust. “Tell me what you need.”
She takes in a deep breath, like she’s readying herself to tell me, then grabs my head and places my lips on her nipple. “There. Harder.” She hesitates, her voice lowers and shakes. “S-suck.”
I smile at how brave she’s being when I know all of this is so new to her. Then I do as she says, nipping the hardened end and giving it a long, hard suck into my mouth. She yelps, then settles into a low, throaty groan, her vibrations rattling me to my very bones. The rigid ache of my cock is almost unbearable now, and all my thoughts are being stolen, directed to my very need to be inside of her.
But I wait. She’s bound to be sore after last night.
I shuffle backward on the bed until my head is between her legs and then start lapping her up, my tongue sliding over her from cunt to clit, luxuriously slow. The way she tastes, smells, feels—I’m not sure I’ll ever get my fill. I’m loving this as much as she is.
And I know she is. The longer I lick her, the harder thepressure of my tongue, the louder her moans, the more she bucks her hips up into my mouth. When I finally suck her clit between my lips, sliding a few fingers into her cunt at the same time, she comes hard.
