"Something specific."
I plant a kiss on the inside of her knee. "I swear on my desire to make you come."
She laughs. Her hands go to her eyes. She wipes away the happy tears. "I can't lose that."
"You won't." I plant another kiss on her soft skin. "Let me prove it to you."
Her lips curl into a smile. "I can live with that."
I slide my arms to her ass and pull her to the edge of the chair. She lifts her hips and pushes her panties to her knees.
I slide them off, one foot at a time.
Lacey is already melting under my touch. She's already soft and pliable.
She's already mine, but I need to feel it everywhere.
She leans back as she spreads her legs.
I push her dress to her waist and I drag my lips up her thigh. I don't have it in me to tease today. I bring my hand to her ass and I hold her in place while I taste every inch of her.
She squirms in my hands, pressing her thighs against my cheeks as she groans my name.
She tugs at my hair. "Mal… Please…"
I hold her in place and I lick her just how she needs me to. Each flick of my tongue makes her shudder. Each gets her groaning louder. Each gets her tugging at my hair like it's the only way she can take it.
She shifts her hips.
Her thighs shake.
She's almost there.
I look up to watch the pleasure spread over her face.
One more.
There.
"Fuck, Mal." She groans my name again and again as she comes on my face.
I hold her shaking thighs in place as I lick her through her orgasm. It feels so fucking right, Lacey trusting me with her body.
This is more intimate than any sex we've ever had.
Now, she's really mine.
And I'm really hers.
She tugs at my hair, pulling me from between her legs. "Sex. Couch. Now."
I push myself to my feet. Then her. I undo my jeans and step out of them. Then the boxers.
Lacey pulls my t-shirt over my head.
She kicks off her shoes.
I do the same with mine.