She smiles shyly, a pink flush tracking from her cheeks and down her neck at my words. I drop my head and kiss her pink skin, licking and nipping gently until she’s squirming in my lap.
“Can I touch you?”
She nods, and I kiss over her collarbone and down her chest. My hand reaches around her back and I effortlessly unclip her bra, pulling the material from her body. I cup her breast, my tongue finding her nipple. As I take the hard bud into my mouth, she moans, and I look up to see her eyes closed and her head thrown back.
“God, that feels good,” she mumbles, her hands going into my hair.
She rolls her hips, and I gasp as she grinds against my cock.
“Do you want to go upstairs?” she asks, her voice low.
I release her nipple from my mouth and lift my head to hers. I want to go upstairs more than I want my next breath, but I don’t want her to do anything because she’s caught up in the moment. Nothing has to happen tonight.
“Are you sure?”
“I want to,” she whispers. “I mean… I want to if you want to.” She sounds nervous, and I can only imagine how big a deal this is for her after coming out of a long-term relationship.
“I want to, baby, but you’re in control. We take this as fast or as slow as you want, okay?”
She smiles. “You’re incredible, you know that?”
“I’m not.”
“You really are.”
She leans down and kisses me, snaking her tongue in my mouth. I kiss her back and stand up with her in my arms. Her legs go around me and she pulls her lips from mine, dropping her head into the crook of my neck. I hold her close and silently carry her upstairs. I wasn’t expecting this when she asked me to come around, but my body’s burning for her, and I can’t wait to see her fall apart.
“You should probably know that it’s been a while for me,” she says into my neck as I carry her into her bedroom.
The room’s dark, but the light from the hallway casts a soft glow in the room. I sit on the edge of her bed with her and wait for her to look at me. “How long?” I ask, reaching up and brushing a stray piece of her hair off her face.
“About eighteen months, maybe longer. I haven’t been with anyone since…” She trails off and bites down on her lip.
I gently ease her lip from between her teeth with my thumb. “I meant what I said. We don’t have to do anything. I’m happy just being here with you.”
She reaches for the bottom of my t-shirt and pulls it up and over my head. “I want you, Lucas. I don’t think I’ve ever wanted anyone more than I want you right now.”
Her words make my cock jump, and I let out a growl as I stand up and toss her onto the bed. She lets out a squeal as she bounces on the comforter. I climb on the bed, my fingers going to the button on her shorts. She leans up on her elbows and watches me as I undo them and tug them down her legs. She’s left wearing a pair of hot-pink panties that match the bra I took off her in the living room. I let my eyes track over her, and she squirms under my perusal.
“So sexy,” I mutter as I pick up one of her legs and kiss around her ankle. My lips travel up her calf and around her knee. She’s panting by the time my mouth reaches the inside of her thigh. “Can I take these off?” I ask, running my fingers under the waistband of her panties.
“Yes,” she breathes out, her hips rising off the bed. I make quick work of removing them and throw them on the floor. She’s fucking perfect, and I can’t take my eyes off her. I press a kiss on her lips before moving down her body, circling my tongue around her nipple. Her back arches off the bed and she lets out a breathy moan. I kiss over her stomach and down her body. My fingers trace over a scar low down on her abdomen and her hand comes over mine.
“It’s my C-section scar from when I had Roman.”
“Beautiful,” I tell her, kissing softly over the scar.
I move lower and settle between her legs. When my tongue swipes through her folds, she lets out a long moan, her fingers tangling into my hair. I find her clit and blow on it gently before sucking it into my mouth as her hips buck off the bed. Slipping a finger inside her, my cock jumps as I feel how tight she is. When I hit a spot inside that makes her cry out, I smile against her clit and add another finger, hitting that spot over and over again. My mouth continues its assault and her legs begin to tremble. Her walls flutter around my fingers, and I reach a hand up, rolling her nipple between my fingers. That pushes her over the edge, and she calls out my name as she comes, her body trembling underneath me. I keep working her over, pulling every last drop of pleasure from her body. When her legs relax, I kiss up her body, finally finding her lips. She kisses me urgently, her nails digging into the skin of my shoulders.
“Oh my God, Lucas. That was incredible,” she mutters as she moves her lips down my neck and around my jaw. “I think you have too many clothes on.” She pushes on my shoulder. I roll onto my back and she brings her body over mine. Her small hands tug at the button on my jeans. “These need to go.”
I lift my hips, and she pulls my jeans down. My hard cock springs free and hits my stomach.
“Fuck. You’re not wearing any underwear. That’s hot.”
I smile as she drags my jeans down my legs, and I kick them off. Her eyes are heated as they track over me, and I love that she wants me as much as I want her. Nothing has ever felt this right before. It should freak me out, but somehow, I know I’m exactly where I’m meant to be.