Page 35 of Sweet Little Lies
Chapter 13
Lance
Go slow, go slow, go slow.
This phrase is set on repeat in my head so I remind myself to take my time with Mica. But it’s so fucking difficult when I can smell her arousal and know without a doubt that everything is going to change from this moment on.
I’ve been waiting for so long. Damn near close to a year I’ve been out of my mind with want for Mica. And now here she is, spread out on my bed, ready and willing for me to take her. If she were any other girl, I wouldn’t give two shits about taking my time or making them feel good. I’d just do my thing to get off and get them out the door. Which makes me a fucking prick, but they know the score.
But it’s all different with Mica.
Hearing her admit she’s only done it once before and it was so long ago, well shit. I’ve got to do everything in my power to pull out all the stops and make sure she comes. I want to give her more pleasure than she’s ever imagined before taking my own.
The problems is that this girl has had me wrapped up in a tight ball of need. I was ready to explode the minute I touched her in the kitchen and tasted her warm, fragrant scent. Sweet cinnamon and honey, with a hint of vanilla. She’s so intoxicating. If I wasn’t already feeling high from the effect of the pills I took earlier, I’d be flying high just from her scent alone.
I’m not so out of it that I’m sloppy or shitfaced. In fact, the Oxy and beers from earlier have done the perfect job of taking the edge off from my scrambled feelings of despair. But they do nothing to mute or desensitize the way I feel for Mica. I am ram-rod hard and ready for action.
I inhale a big breath of air to regain some of the control I lost the minute I saw her in my kitchen. I was flooded with desire from the kiss we shared earlier today and I’d been waiting for more. I bend at my waist and place my lips at her inner thigh, loving the way goosebumps break out across her flesh.
I swipe my tongue up the length of her leg, getting the skin wet and blowing on it to evoke more gooseflesh.
She quivers as I hook my hand underneath her knee, spreading her legs wider so I can make room to bury my head between them. She’s still wearing her tiny shorts, which I need to remove as quickly as possible. My head spins with worry that she’ll change her mind before this happens.
Drawing a line from her knee up to the hem of her shorts with my tongue, I inhale her scent and lick my lips.
“God, Mica. I’ve waited so long for you, baby,”I murmur, my hands fumbling with the buttons on her shorts until she reaches down with an assist.
“Me too.”
My hands shake with either nerves or anticipation as I peel the denim material over her hips and down her legs, her butt lifting up as I slide them off.
When I return my gaze to the space between her legs my mouth goes bone-dry. She’s wearing a lacy pink thong that I could stare at all day. I want to flip her over, smack the bare ass that I know will be on perfect display underneath and bite her meaty cheek. It makes me wonder if she has tan lines or if her entire body is the same shade of caramel cream.
My cock throbs so hard it feels like I could go off at any moment. Being with Mica like this is like the anticipation of the best Christmas as a kid. Where every present I asked for is wrapped beautifully and neatly waiting for my hands to open each gift as my eyes sparkle with wonder.
“Fuck, you’re so beautiful,” I hear myself confess, whether to myself or Mica, I’m not sure.
She responds with a little snort-like giggle.
“Don’t be foolish,amante. You’ve been with so many girls – far prettier than me.”
My head snaps up to her and my hands grip at her waist for emphasis.
“No,” I confirm. “You are perfect. Special. Everything.”
I lean over the warmth of her and place a kiss at her navel as she sucks in a sexy gasp. Slowly, ever so slowly, I work my way down, kissing and licking a path until I reach the edge of her panties. My mouth salivates with anticipation. Desire. Need.
Burying my nose at her center, she squirms above me. When I look up the length of her body, a smile takes over my face. This right here is heaven. And she is my angel.
I want to spend the rest of tonight getting to know every spot on her beautiful body. I want to know what makes her wiggle with desire, gasp for breath and will have my name leaving her lips. But I also know I won’t last that long. I’m not used to going at a turtle’s pace. Everything I do in life is usually at warp speed – ball, school, driving, sex.
And right now, I feel like a beast who hasn’t eaten in weeks, ready to devour the princess who got lost in the woods and is now in his lair.
Sliding my finger underneath the edge of the pink silk, I slowly and almost painfully, expose the heated flesh hidden by her panties. She startles – her thigh muscles contracting around my shoulders – and I groan at the sight.
She wears a dark triangle of hair leading down a landing strip to her wet hot center. A rush of lust courses through my veins, stronger than any drug that has ever been in my body.
I hear her whisper my name as I dive in. Yes. This is what I wanted to hear.
