Taking Chances (BYC #3)

42. Lennox

42

LENNOX

T he ride home is an exercise in patience, and we’re all over each other as soon as I park the car. I kick off my shoes when we enter, and she jumps into my arms again.

“Wait.” My dick twitches in protest, straining against my pants. “I need to show you something.”

I set her down on her feet, regretting the loss of contact instantly. Taking her hand, I raise it to place gentle kisses on each of her knuckles.

“We haven’t really talked about where we will live, and it doesn’t matter to me. You can move in here; I can move into your apartment, or we can buy a new place. But in case you wanted to move here…” I exhale a huge breath, deciding to let her see for herself.

No questions asked, she follows me to the second bedroom. I turn on the lights and she lets out a loud gasp.

“What’s this?” she asks.

“Hopefully, a place where you’ll feel at home.”

My skin itches with nerves as I try to read her thoughts. Her gaze starts on the plush cream carpet, the giant reading sofa, the plant filled windowsill, the peach-colored wall, and moves to the other walls that are covered in empty bookshelves.

“I wanted you to bring your own books first, and then we’ll fill the rest of them together,” I say.

Her eyes snap to mine, tears forming once again. “This is for me?”

“Of course. Well, you and Luna.” I point to the cat bed and a complex climbing tower with cat tunnels going around most of the room.

“She’s going to love this.” Her smile lights up the room, making my heart ache. She’s so fucking beautiful. “So, what’s wrong with this room? What did you do to make it unperfect?” Her eyes are playful, accepting me exactly like I am.

“Nothing. You deserve perfection.”

The playfulness disappears, replaced by raw hunger. Her eyes turn dark as she sucks in a breath. She looks good enough to eat in the little sundress she has on, but I’m dying to get her out of it.

“Is the tour done?” she asks, nibbling her lower lip. Her skin is flushed, and I’m guessing she’s as wet as I am hard.

“Is there something you’d rather be doing?” I lift an eyebrow.

“Yeah. I’d rather you fuck me.”

On a growl, I smash my mouth to hers. Her legs wrap around my waist once more, and I bring us to the bedroom. Hopefully our bedroom.

Our arms turn frantic, taking each other’s clothes off. Sliding her dress over her head, she’s left in only a yellow lingerie set.

“Fuck, I’ve missed you,” I groan. Her smirk is devilish, piercing me straight in the heart. She used to be awkward with compliments, but now she takes them in with the confidence she deserves.

She helps by undoing her bra, setting those perfect tits free while I slide the bottoms down her legs. Her nipples are pink and hard and her pussy glistening.

She’s a mouthwatering sight.

Laying another kiss on her already swollen lips, my mouth travels down her neck to her delectable tits. Her moans fill the room, and I wish I could bottle the sound.

I travel further down and slide my tongue over her slit before sucking on her clit.

“Aaah!” Her back arches off the bed.

I get to work, licking and lapping at her pussy. She tastes so fucking good, making my cock impossibly hard and my balls tight. My fingers join the action.

“Aww, fuck.” She’s already squirming on the bed.

“That’s it, baby. I love to hear you cursing while you’re dying for my mouth,” I nip her clit harshly. “My fingers.” The second finger joins, stretching her out before I remove them both. “Or my cock.” I can’t wait any longer to be inside her, so I sit up on my knees, line my length with her slit and slide in, burying myself to the hilt.

“Fuckkk,” I grunt, her soaked walls enveloping me. She’s so fucking tight, and so fucking wet, and so fucking perfect.

I pump into her at a languid pace, trying to push her over the edge before I fall off mine. Pressing up on one elbow, my other hand travels to her nipples, slowly rubbing and pinching them.

Her little moans will be my undoing, so I swallow them with a kiss. I’m barely holding on as her pussy flutters around me, but I need more.

We both open our eyes, and as her stunning green ones stare back at me, I realize I’m making love. For the first time in my life. And fuck, but nothing ever felt like this.

With that, the orgasm becomes impossible to hold off. My abs contract as my cock twitches inside of her, spilling my seed right where it belongs. I’m guessing my orgasm triggers her own because she starts spasming around me, her legs shivering as she digs her nail into my back.

It’s everything. She’s everything.

I slip out of her, but don’t clean her up. Not yet. Rather, I spoon her to me, surrounding her body with mine as if I’m trying to keep her from escaping.

She runs her nails gently over my forearm before they stop on a certain part.

“What’s this?” she asks.

“A firecracker.”

“It’s for me?” Her voice is quiet and shy.

“It is you.”

She turns my arm around, studying the picture. I placed the firecracker just above the phoenix. Since the phoenix is looking up, it seems as if he’s rising from the ashes and flying toward it. It’s an accurate representation of us. She pulled me from the ashes, and I’ll follow her light for the rest of my life.