Page 148 of Things We Left Behind
Her hands fisted against the cushion. “Oh God, I can’t fight it.”
“Don’t you dare fucking fight it.” To ensure she couldn’t, I added a third finger to her tight sheath and spread the lips of her sex with my opposite hand. My tongue found her swollen clit with laser-like precision.
She screamed my name as her body tensed. My balls tightened and my cock jutted out as the pressure built to painful heights. And then she was coming, her beautiful body using my mouth and fingers to steal every ounce of pleasure she craved. She came apart on me, and I could taste the glory of her release.
I wanted her to say my name again. I wanted to hear that broken hitch in her husky voice.
But she went limp under me as if her body were melting wax.
“You okay?” I asked, hovering over her.
“Nope. Never be okay again.”
“Baby.” I gave her a little shake.
She opened one mischievous green eye and arched her eyebrow. “My turn.”
I had to give her credit for taking me by surprise. She had her hand on my erection before I realized she wasn’t about to faint.
It was so sudden I almost came in her hand.
I gripped her wrist and could feel the pulse of my own cock. “No,” I said.
“You went down on me twice now. I get to go down on you,” she insisted.
“No,” I said again.
“Why not?” Her hand tightened wickedly on my shaft.
To distract her and give myself what I needed, I turned her around and placed her on her knees on the floor in front of the couch. “Because you’re going to be too busy getting fucked,” I told her as I pushed her head and shoulders down flat on the cushion. I knelt behind her, spread her legs, andadjusted her hips until the crown of my cock was aligned with her weeping sex.
Just the barest brushes of that hot, tight little heaven that awaited me had me reaching for every iota of control.
“Please, Lucian!”
There it was. My name from her lips. Begging me to give her something only I could. I bucked forward, seating my entire shaft to the root inside her in one thrust.
Her scream was muffled by the cushion. I ran my hands up her spine, over her shoulders, and down her arms while I waited to regain control.
“Hang on tight, baby,” I warned.
I eased out and then used her hips to fuck my way back into her.
Her pussy convulsed around me when I hit that secret spot. Jesus, how could she be ready to come again? Her body was a fucking miracle. My fucking miracle.
I slid my palms up to cup the heavy weight of her tits and used them for leverage as I began to thrust.
I squeezed those full, perfect breasts as I fucked into her tight, wet pussy.
“Oh my God,” she chanted.
She was ready to come. All she needed was a little bit of pressure in exactly the right spot. I fucking loved being in charge of her pleasure. Deciding when and how. It was headier than any other achievement of my entire life.
I folded over her, adding my weight to her back and thrusting harder, deeper. I released one breast and brought that hand between her legs.
She went rigid under me. “Lucian, I—”
“Such a good girl,” I praised. “You’re so wet for my cock, aren’t you?”
