“Ooh, I’ve always loved that sassy mouth of yours.” I crawl over her, keeping myself up on my hands so I don’t crush her. “Tell me every part of your body that you don’t like or feel insecure about and let me prove you wrong.”
Lennon bites down on her lower lip as if she’s nervous to say.
“Your stomach? Stretch marks?” I inquire.
She nods.
I flash her a wink, then lower my mouth to her chest. Kissing between her breasts over her bra, I make my way down to her stomach and lick over one of her faint stretch marks. Then I feather kisses over the other ones, around her belly button, and all the way down until I meet her panties. Quickly looking up, I see her chest rising and falling quickly as her lips part in anticipation.
“Where else?” I ask, keeping my gaze on her.
“My boobs,” she answers.
She’s not wearing a nursing bra tonight, which I’m grateful for because honestly when I saw it air drying in the bathroom the first time, it looked confusing as hell.
Because I can’t keep my mouth off her soft skin, I kiss my way back up her body until I land on the pale flesh of her breast. I pull one of the cups down slightly until she’s exposed. When I blow cold air over her rosy nipple, and it hardens, I hear Lennon’s breath hitch.
“Is this okay?” I ask, worried she’s too uncomfortable. I’ve seen her feed the baby dozens of times, but I’ve always respected her privacy enough not to look directly at her chest.
“Yes,” she says with a whispered gasp. “Keep going.”
I smile at her encouragement then wrap my lips around her nipple. Lennon arches her back, and I pull the fabric of her bra down even more and palm her breast.
“Fucking hell, Lennon,” I growl before flattening my tongue against her breast, licking and kissing every inch. Her breathing picks up, and I know she’s just as affected as I am. I move my mouth to her other breast, pulling the cup down and giving it equal attention.
“I wouldn’t squeeze too hard,” Lennon says with a quiet chuckle, and when I taunt her and do it anyway, she shakes her head at me. “You’ve been warned.”
“And when have you ever known me to follow the rules?” I tease.
“You’re a notorious rule breaker,” she states. “Should’ve known the second I said that, you’d do the exact opposite.”
“Don’t worry, I’ll handle them with care.” I wink, then kiss her breast once more before putting the cups of her bra back in place.
I bring my lips to hers for a kiss quick. “You’re driving me insane,” she admits.
“I’m not anywhere near done with you, sweetheart.” I smirk. “Tell me where else.”
“My thighs,” she answers, and I have her spread her legs for me. She obliges, keeping them on each side of my body, and seeing her like this has my dick groaning in agony.
I grab one of her legs and kiss her thigh up toward her pussy. Making sure to stay away from the temptation zone, I move to the next leg and do the same. Lennon’s moaning encourages me to tease and torture the hell out of her the way she’s involuntarily done to me for years.
“Hunter…” She releases my name on a long-drawn-out moan.
I drag my lips along the flesh of her thigh before capturing it between my teeth, giving it a little bite, and then kiss it. Lennon arches her hips as her fingers fist the blanket. Her body is fucking begging for it.
Hell, my body is ready to die.
“Not yet, sweetheart.” One final kiss to her leg. “Tell me another spot.”
She’s panting, desperately trying to catch her breath. “My pussy.”
Fuck. Me.
I press one soft kiss over her panties before sliding them down her legs and tossing them to the side. Once she’s completely bare, I drag my tongue over her slit. Her entire body shivers as I cautiously wrap my lips around her clit and suck.
“Oh my God…” Lennon slowly enunciates each word. Her back arches, pushing her hips closer to my mouth. The fact that I’ve barely touched her, and she’s responding this way turns me on even more. My dick is so hard, I have to bring a hand down to my groin and adjust myself before it burns a hole through my damn pants.
I inhale deeply, groaning at the scent of her. Though I want to take my time, I can’t deny either of us what we need. As I kiss between her legs, I coat one finger through her slickness before pushing it inside her. I want her to know how desirable and perfect she is, and that I’ve never wanted her more.
Lennon flails underneath me, muttering yes over and over, and as I struggle to hold her hips down with my free hand, I dive in and lick her. I alternate between kissing, licking, and sucking. I thrust a second finger inside, and I know she’s about to explode when she rocks her hips faster.