I narrow my eyes and then take in our surroundings, pushing an ottoman out of the way. “Fine.”
Placing my palm flat against her sternum, I push her back and roll on top of her, kissing her breathless and then working my way down her body. I’ll strip her bare soon enough, but I love the idea of feasting on her pussy fully clothed, as if to stress how tonight may be in private, but this could be public. For instance, she could ride my mouth and fuck my tongue while in the backseat of my truck—something I’ve fantasized about doing for a while.
I move down between her legs, licking her playfully as I wrap my arms around her thighs and lock her in place. Then I roll, her earlier demonstration of how flexible she is giving me all the confidence I need performing this wrestling move, forcing her up and over my face with the upward thrust of my chest.
I plunge my tongue deep before she can object, turning her protest into moans of pleasure within seconds. She tries to hold herself up, but I tighten my arms, pulling her tight against my mouth. Soon she’s writhing, panting, fucking my face as I lick and suck at her clit, penetrating her cunt with my tongue. I’m not concerned about her smothering me, but if I do my job right, she might drown me—and I’m okay with that.
Pressing my thumb over her clit, I know the moment she’s about to release, her pussy flooding my mouth with her sweet arousal seconds later. She throws her head back and cries out, finally relaxing and resting her full weight as her legs tremble around my head.
She rolls to my side when I let go of her thighs, boneless from her release.
I wipe my chin and run my hand up the outside of her thigh, chuckling. “Next time I tell you to have a seat, baby, have a fucking seat.”
“I guess,” she pants. “I’ve never come like that before.”
“Sitting on a guy’s face?”
“From oral.”
I sit up on my elbow. “Shut up.”
“Seriously. I’ve always enjoyed it, but I’ve never released. That was intense.”
“Fuck me. Hearing that makes me want to do it again.”
6
AILA
Igiggle, swatting his hand away before sitting up. “I’ve got a better idea, but we need to get you naked first.”
He stands up and pulls me to my feet. “Bedroom?”
Nodding, I slip my hand over his fly and unbutton his jeans, grabbing a fistful of denim and pulling him to me. “Bedroom.”
I walk ahead of him, letting my skirt fall to the ground in the hallway as I pull my sweater over my head and toss it to the floor, sashaying my hips the entire way. Lucas’s eyes glow with lust as he brings his gaze up, watching me unclasp my bra and throw it across the room. I’m standing in my thigh highs and nothing else, and I’ve never felt like more of a buffet spread in my life. His expression says he wants to devour every inch of me—feast for days—and I’m good with that.
He’s a god carved from stone as his jeans slide down his hips, his glorious cock jutting out in invitation. I can’t stop myself from falling to my knees, wanting to worship him as he did me minutes ago.
“You want a taste?”
I lick my lips and flash him a smile, beckoning him with a crook of my finger. He steps forward, sliding his hand into my hair as I wrap my fingers around his thick length and part my lips.
He groans as I slide my tongue along his length, taking him deep within my mouth. “Oh fuck, baby.”
I smile and double down, making him sloppy wet as I take him hard and fast between my lips. Within minutes, his balls tighten in my hand, and I know it won’t take much to send him over the edge.
“Baby, I’m going to come.”
I nod, giving him silent permission to do so.
His fingers clench in my hair, and he pumps his hips and takes over, the tip of his cock brushing the back of my throat. Within seconds he’s coming, shooting his seed, which I gobble up without missing a drop.
Relaxing his hand, he picks me up and throws me on the bed before I wipe my mouth. He covers me with his finely honed muscles, kissing me with the fervor of a man not drained by his release, but invigorated. His hands are everywhere, caressing every inch of my flesh, alternating between loving and possessive touches, and I can’t help but wonder what’s going on in his head.
“You okay?”
He buries his face in my neck, his hips centered between my thighs, his cock hard again and probing at my center. “I want to memorize every inch of you, mark every part of you, imprint myself on your heart and soul.”