Make It Sweet

Oh, but she liked that, whimpering and wiggling, lifting those sweet tits up higher in encouragement. I dipped down and dragged my tongue along one beaded tip. The sound she made was so dirty, hot, and greedy my dick pulsed. Holding that succulent breast plumped in the palm of my hand, I licked, sucked, and kissed it the way I’d been dying to.

“Lucian . . .”

She needed more, her hips grinding on my thigh with uncoordinated motions. My free hand moved to her ass—that spectacular ass—and gripped it.

I hauled her up close, my mouth finding hers. “Ride me, honey.”

I worked her on my thigh, holding her ass as she rocked the slick heat of her sex up and down its length. Emma’s breasts tickled my chest with every upward thrust, her lips feathering over mine. Our breath mingled, and I stole a kiss, messy and frantic. My cock throbbed for release, fucking ached for it. But watching her lids flutter, the way her gorgeous face strained with pleasure, made it worth the torture.

“I’m going to come if you . . .”—she gasped, nibbled my lower lip—“keep doing that.”

“Good,” I grunted, flexing my thigh, bouncing her. Oh, she loved that. “Come all over me, honey. Let me see you move.”

Her head fell to my shoulder, her lips nuzzling my neck. She rocked and ground on my thigh, getting it hot and wet. But her clever hand slid down and found my needy dick once more. I made a noise that sounded a lot like pain, but it was unadulterated pleasure that had me pushing up into the clasp of her hand.

“Not without you,” she said, jacking my length. Our mouths met, and the kiss became a wild thing. I kissed her until I couldn’t breathe, then kissed her again. And she moved on me, her hand stroking and pulling.

Heat swarmed my skin, licked up my cock. My abs clenched as I groaned, curling myself around her with a shudder of pure lust. “I’m close.”

“Are you?”

“Yeah.”

Panting now, we worked each other, harder, faster. The air steamed, and she trembled. “Now, Lucian. Now.”

“Fuck.”

“Oh!” Her deep moan, the way she clenched all around me as her orgasm shuddered through her slim frame, set me off. I released with a shout, pulsing so hard my head went light.

For long moments we lay in a messy, slick tangle, struggling to catch our breaths. I closed my eyes and idly stroked her damp hair, my heart thundering in my chest. We hadn’t even fucked, and yet I felt more replete than I had from any sex in my memory.

Emma snuggled closer, wrapping her arm around my waist as she traced a line along my back. “Wow.”

Weakly, I smiled. “That’s one word for it.”

“You got another?” Her voice was husky and low. Pure sex. My cock twinged. Greedy bastard.

I ducked my head to peer down at her flushed face. “More? Again? Please?”

Her smile grew, the hand at my back smoothing with more purpose. “I like those words too.”

I gave her a soft kiss and chuckled. But then paused as a horrible thought occurred. “Hell.”

She kissed the corner of my mouth. “What?”

I sighed and caught her gaze with mine. “Tell me you have condoms.”

Her expression of appalled disappointment might have been funny if I wasn’t close to crying. At least my smaller head wanted to weep. All right, the bigger head wanted to weep too.

“Hell,” she said.

Given that she was equally aggrieved, I found myself grinning. My fingers wrapped in the mass of her hair, gripping it as my mouth found hers. “We’ll just have to do other things.”

And I would. I’d do them to her all fucking night.

Emma

“I can’t take it.”

His tongue flicked my nipple, a sly tease. “You can.”

Everything ached; my belly twisted in sweet knots of pleasure. Softly he kissed my nipple. So softly. Heat pulsed. I bit my lip, struggling to keep still, loving the taut desire pulling at my core. He held me there, cupping my breast with a firm hand, lapping at my nipple, and bestowing suckling kisses with the gentlest of touches in the intent to drive me out of my mind.

And I loved it. I loved it.

We’d run into the slight snag that neither of us had condoms. While I was certain there were some to be had in this house, I wasn’t willing to go looking for some. Okay, my flesh was more than willing, but I couldn’t bring myself to do it. Nor could I let Lucian go find some. My pride couldn’t handle us begging like college kids in a frat house.

Besides, neither of us wanted to part for that long. We’d compromised, spending the night kissing and touching. No tongues below the waist, only hands. “When I finally get to taste you,” Lucian had stated, “I want to be able to sink into you afterward. I need that, Em.”