“Well, things certainly took a drastic change today.”
“Mmm.”
“Mmm?”
“Mm-hmm.”
“Not much for words after sex, huh?”
“That appears to be the case. But in about two minutes, we’re going to have sex again. QT,” he says, pressing his fingers to my lips. “Save your strength.”
I giggle into his chest. “No complaints here. Guessing now’s your chance to make up for lost time?”
“Only with you,” he assures.
“I won’t complain about that, either.”
Understanding passes between us before he slowly leans in to take my lips. At the last minute, I turn my head, denying him, which earns me a scowl.
Biting my lip, I grip his growing erection in my hand and quirk a brow. “Not where I want to kiss you, Houseman.” I lick my lips and widen my eyes. “My turn.”
He groans, filling my hand with the impulsive thrust of his hips as I push away from his chest, blazing tongue-filled kisses down his body, my hair trailing behind me. He grips my locks in his hand, moving them out of the way to stare down at me with wonder.
I pump him in my hand, and his eyes hood. The silky skin of his dick over the rock-hard muscle has the pulse returning between my legs as I envelop him in my mouth. His body jerks at the feel of it while he traces
my face in a loving caress with his hands. Licking his delicious girth with my tongue, I cup his sack as he hisses through his teeth.
He lets out a harsh breath, his eyes soaking up the intimate act as his hands continue to lovingly stroke my face. I take my time, licking and sucking him, taking special care to press my thumb below his sack, which makes him jump in surprise before something like a growl leaves his lips. The more I suck, the more attention he lavishes with his hands, and I love how he makes me feel worshiped while I’m the one with the job to do.
With one last pull, I release him from my locked jaw with a pop and lift my attention to where he lays above to weigh his reaction. I’m met with a small smile, lust-filled curious eyes and the gentle stroke of his knuckles on my cheek before he traces my bottom lip with his thumb.
“That felt so good.”
Massaging his thighs, I dart my tongue out to lick him from root to tip and watch his eyes flare.
“I’ll never get that picture out of my head.”
Pumping him with my hand, I massage his leg before drawing him back fully into my mouth. I haven’t a plan past wanting to keep that look on his face for as long as possible.
“Laney,” he rasps out, slowing my movement with gentle hands. “I want you again, is that okay?”
All I can do is nod. He reaches over and grabs another condom from the strip on his nightstand, and I take it from him, slowly rolling it on. We both watch his cock pulse inside the latex, ready, before I rise above him and position myself. He grips my hips, exhaling harshly, features twisting beautifully while I sink down on top of him.
Emotions running rampant with the look of awe on his face, I shut my eyes just as he whispers my name. If he sees what I feel in them, I’m done for.
He traces my nipple with his finger before cupping my face. “Laney.”
Bracing myself for impact, I slowly open them and my whole body shudders. He’s with me, utterly and completely lost in our connection.
Filled to the brink, I lean toward him to ease some of the discomfort, and my hair falls into his face. He watches my every movement, rapt, eager, the lust-drunk look in his eyes my new drug.
I can’t get enough of his reaction to me, and I pray it never changes.
“You feel so damn good,” he murmurs thrusting up and holding my hips so I’m on the verge. I’ve had good sex, dirty sex, but I’ve never had this kind of sex. My emotions are everywhere, foreign and addicting.
Panicking, I ride him faster, my heart grappling with my new reality. Gripping the back of my neck, Theo pulls me an inch from his lips, forcing me back into this moment with him. “Trust yourself,” he whispers hoarsely, “trust me.”
He seals our mouths, capturing my relief, and I get lost.