The Truth About Lennon

“You’re so goddamn beautiful.”

As he whispers the words against my flushed skin, his fingers slide up the back of my thigh. He kneads my ass before sliding two fingers inside of me. Thrusting my hips back at him, I try to encourage him to go faster, deeper, harder, but his deep chuckle tells me he’s having no part of it.

Clenching my fists against the comforter, I swivel my hips as he slowly drives me insane. My eyes roll back in my head when Noah spreads his fingers, sliding them along my pussy as his tongue dives into me.

Lennon followed my lead, trusting me to make her feel good, and the sound of her finally begging, telling me she needed me, pushed me over the edge. I’ll be damned if that plea didn’t turn me on more than her ability to keep quiet while I feasted on her body. Now I’m about to feast on her body some more before I give us both what we’re dying for.

Making a V, I push two fingers along the length of her pussy, massaging her clit as my tongue dips inside.

She tastes amazing.

Like ecstasy.

Like paradise.

Like forever.

And she’s all mine.

She’s my little slice of heaven.

Lennon’s body tightens, her ass shoving backward at a frenzied pace. I run my free hand up the globe of her ass, smacking lightly before I drag my finger down the seam, stopping when I hit puckered skin.

Lennon bucks backward before pushing her face further into the bed, no doubt smothering whatever sounds she needs to make with the pillow. Her body shakes, her clit throbbing against the pad of my thumb, and when I feel her body go lax against me, I move back.

Unable to wait a second longer, I slide off the bed and kick my jeans away as Lennon floats back down to Earth. She buries herself in my comforter, a sigh of contentment on her lips.

I stare at her, all warm, pink skin and glowing eyes, as she peeks up at me from under a lock of hair. Her grin knocks me on my ass.

“I need to be inside of you.”

The weight of my strangled words causes her grin to fade. Her eyes drop to my hand, which is wrapped around my cock.

With languid movements, Lennon sits up and scoots to the edge of the bed. She lies on her back, tipping her head over the side of the mattress, and looks up at me. Wrapping her fingers around my cock, she guides me to her mouth.

Not exactly what I was thinking, but I’m not about to complain.

Her tongue darts out, licking the drop of precum off before swirling around the head and sucking. I groan through clenched teeth. Placing my hands along the soft curve of her neck, I hold her steady as I slide inside her mouth.

She moans. I can’t hear it over the blood rushing through my ears, but I can feel the vibrations against my shaft.

“That’s it, baby. Just like that.”

She takes me deeper, as though my words fuel her efforts. I squeeze my eyes shut when my cock hits the back of her throat.

“Goddamn, Lennon. So good. So fucking good.” My balls tighten, drawing upward, and I gently pull away. “On the bed, baby. I need to be inside of you.”

“You were inside of me,” she says, licking her lips.

“Wrong spot, beautiful.”

Lennon slides to a sitting position and scoots back on the bed. She spreads her legs. The sight of her, still swollen and wet, will fuel my fantasies for years to come.

“Do you want to be in here?” she asks, rubbing a finger along her slit.

“Fuck, yes.”

“Say it,” she demands, fighting back a grin.