Page 77 of Sweet Little Lies
Chapter 29
Lance
“Oh shit, Mica,” I pant, pulling myself away from her warm and eager body. “I’ve been a monk for over three months. We need to slow things down. Plus, I didn’t come here for this.”
She giggles and that elation that leaves her chest, like champagne bubbles out of an uncorked bottle, flits through my body.
My hand has somehow managed to find its way underneath the cut-off shirt she has on, eagerly stroking the smooth skin of her belly. Fuck, the minute I laid eyes on her in the doorway I was sporting a hard-on.
I’m so turned on and ready to climb inside her perfect body, but need to get a handle on things before they go too far. This wasn’t in my plans. I didn’t come over in hopes of fucking her senseless. I only wanted to get out my apology and repent my sins, not get my rocks off.
But I’m only too happy to oblige when she takes my hand without a word and leads me into her bedroom.
I stall at the doorway, watching her remove her shirt above her head and then her bra, which falls to the floor.
“You’re not the only one who’s been abstinent, you know. I’ve been so terribly lonely,mi amante.”
She shimmies out of her jean shorts and now she’s standing naked, her tiny body on display just a mere three feet from me. She lies down on the bed and beckons me with a crooked finger.
My voice cracks, my eyes shut tight. “Are you sure?”
“Si. I need you, Lance.”
My resolve, my regret, my entire apology land in a heap next to my discarded clothes that I throw off in a rush. Her laughter fills the air like a spring morning – dewy and full of promise.
Taking a gigantic step forward, my knees hit the bed as I look down over her. She wantonly spreads her legs and her own fingers pluck at her nipples.
Groaning like a surly beast, I palm my shaft, squeezing the base to stave of the pending orgasm from just staring at her naked body. But when her other hand slithers down her stomach and her fingers reach the juncture between her legs, I’m gone.
There’s no turning back now.
“Mica,” I warn. “I didn’t come here expecting this. I don’t have a condom.”
Her smile is salacious and tantalizing. “I’m on birth control. We’re good. I want to feel you. I need to have all of you inside me.”
The idea of coming inside her is all it takes to lose absolute control.
Placing one hand at her head, I lean down and line myself up at her entrance. The tip of my dick aligns with her hot center and I feel the easy give of her pussy. The wet heat of her surrounds me as I penetrate her opening, slowly, inch by inch.
Her body quivers underneath me as a rush of need lodges at the base of my spine.
“Fuck,” I groan as I bottom out, pushing in to the hilt. “I won’t last.”
I hold my body up with my arms, biceps and body straining, as I glide in and out of her. She feels amazing. Indescribable. It was this that I dreamed of every night while we were apart.
Her heels dig into my ass as we rock together in an unrestrained rhythm, her hands stroking my arms, my back, the curvature above my butt. Her breaths become choppy and the grip she has on my cheeks gets tighter, telling me each time with her breathy sounds like I’m hitting that spot she likes.
Sweat beads at my temple and in the crease of my shoulder blades, my ball sack aching and throbbing and ready to come the minute she does.
I’ve never wanted anything more than that. To find simultaneous bliss with the girl I love.
“I’m getting so close, baby. You feel so fucking good,” I say, grinding against her, rocking my hips against her and sweeping my lips over hers in a deep, probing kiss.
“Mmm…more. More. Harder, Lance.”
I plunge faster and deeper, knowing I’m hitting her clit with every inch. And then she throws her head back into the pillow, exposing her long neck, her fingers digging deep grooves into my shoulders as her body clenches around me. She screams out as tremors ricochet through her, and she thrashes in rapture.
“Coming,” I grind out, as that throbbing ache finally explodes, ripping through me with such intensity all I can see are white-hot stars.
I come in hot jets inside her well-satiated body. The thrill of being able to pour myself inside, to spill my semen into her giving, hot body is enough to give me aftershocks of a climax until I’m so exhausted, I slip out of her wet pussy and land in a heap on my side.
“Holy fuck. That was unreal.”
“Best apology ever,” she giggles happily and we fall asleep in each other’s arms, forgetting all about breakfast.
