“Lucas.”
“Hmm…” I look up and see she’s smiling.
She reaches forward and tugs the bottom of the towel, letting my cock free. Then her hand wraps around me. I suck in a breath, the sound more like a hiss at the feeling, and squeeze her tit before I pull back, her hand falling away from me too.
I shake my head, telling myself this is wrong.
I should back away.
But when I next let my eyes fall to her, her panties are gone, and she’s reclining at the end of the bed with her legs spread and a wicked smile on her face.
“I would like to be kissed,” she purrs, then her hand runs between her tits to her stomach, trailing down lower until it reaches her beautiful cunt. “Here.”
Instantly, I drop to the floor on my knees a few feet back from her, completely transfixed, as she spreads herself wider, then slides one of her fingers into her cunt.
Fuck. Fuck. Fuck.
She pulls it back out, and it’s glistening wet. “Remind me what it’s like.”
“I’m the only man to make you come, do you remember that much?” I ask, crawling forward until I’m between her legs.
My lips touch her inner thigh, and I smell her.
Fucking divine.
She goes to slide a finger in herself again, but I capture it, pull it to me, and slide it under my nose, taking a whiff of her gorgeous scent before I smile and slide that finger that was inside her into my mouth. She moves her finger from my mouth to her mouth, opening in pleasure before she pulls her hand away and bites her lip.
Her hips move in that perfect way, that synchronized style she moves in that almost makes me come on the spot.
I know what she wants.
What she needs.
“Show me how you make me come,” she whispers.
I lean forward, blowing air onto her pussy. This makes her hands come up to my head and grip my hair with her fingers, holding me in position.
“Tell me,” I say before my tongue slides out, as if it can’t help itself, and tastes her. She squirms, and a moan slips free before I finish speaking. “How do you want me to fuck you?”
She’s looking at me between her legs, a sinister smile on her lips. “Whichever way. You know me best, do you not?”
“I do,” I growl out before I reach up, push her back on the bed, and take one of her tits into my mouth. Then I reach between us, my hand sliding between her legs and rubbing her clit as I taste the other nipple, sucking then popping it from my mouth before I slide back down her body to where I want to be. I could live my life happily down here.
My second taste is explosive, just like we are together.
We know we shouldn’t work.
We break, destroy, unravel each other until we can’t see straight.
But I want to continue to see her, even if it’s through rose-colored glasses.
Because she is the best sight there could ever be.
She is it.
I knew that the day she walked into my bar with her attitude, her sass, and I had her up against the wall. I want to fuck every part of her, taste every part of her, and claim every part of her.
My tongue slides over her clit. With the way she says my name as I flick it in a slow motion, making her legs clench around my face, I hope she believes it too.