Chapter Nine
Lana
Now that he’s made me his, I don’t think I’ll ever want him to leave. -Lana
It doesn’t feel like it’s me that’s doing these dirty things. It doesn’t feel like I’m the one asking for him to taste my cream. But it is me, a different side of me…and my body throbs with anticipation as I wait for his response.
He doesn’t hesitate for long. He licks my finger, moaning at the taste of me. Liquid warmth floods through me. Shit, this is what I wanted. I wanted to give into these desires. I wanted him to taste me and touch me.
“You taste so damn good, Lana. I need more. I need to taste more.”
My legs are shaking as he pulls me closer. I bury my hands in his dark hair and his hands roam up between my thighs. I bend my knees slightly and then feel his tongue there, right there between my folds. He licks me again and groans.
“More, I want more.” His voice is so gruff with desire that it makes me tingle.
I urge him on by pushing his head close again. He licks me over and over again, enjoying me like I’m the best tasting meal he’s ever had in his life.
I close my eyes as the sensations assault me. Pure pleasure runs through my veins.
“Come for me, Lana. Come now, princess.” His muffled words are followed by his tongue doing something magical to the sensitive bundle of nerves between my legs.
The orgasm is sudden. It rushes through me like a drug that I can’t stop injecting. My legs give way as wetness gushes from me, and he licks me through the crescendo of my release.
He pulls me onto his lap, holding me against him while I continue to tremble. Coming down from my orgasm is almost impossible. I feel so many sensations, so much emotion.
I pull back long enough to lean down and kiss him. I taste myself on his lips and tongue. I expect it to be a little gross, but I’m so far gone that I barely notice the taste. There’s something sexy about it. About the tastes of us mingling together.
He groans and pulls me closer. I can feel his erection against my ass as I rub up and down on his lap.
I finally lean back from another kiss. “I need more, Grainger. I want you inside me. Please…” I bite down on my lip. I search those steel grey eyes of his, hopeful that he’ll take me and make me his.
All I can see in his eyes is the same desire I feel. “Fuck yes,” he finally says. “I want to feel you take my cock.”
The next moment is a blur of motion. I lay down on the couch and watch as Grainger pushes down his pants and boxers.
As soon as his hard cock appears, I reach for it. He’s large and his rod is stiff and angry looking, the head weeping with pre-cum already. I know he’s going to feel amazing inside of me.
I stroke him, reveling in the feel of the smooth skin beneath my hand.
“I can’t last, Lana, not if you do that.”
I emit a small whine but take my hand away. I watch in fascination as he pulls a condom from his pocket and rips open the foil with his teeth.
I raise an eyebrow at the sight, and he chuckles. “I’ve wanted you for a while. I was trying to resist, but I had a feeling I wouldn’t be able to wait long.” He scans my body with his dark eyes again. My nightgown is gathered up around my breasts. “You’re so damn sexy, Lana.”
My only response is to beckon to him with my finger. Words don’t matter right now. I can’t even think enough to form them. All I know is I want that hard cock inside me.
He settles in between my legs, and I pull him down for a long kiss. He’s still wearing his dress shirt and tie which should make him look hilarious, but at this point I don’t care what he’s wearing. They’ll be time for getting fully naked later.
The first time he pushes inside me I emit a low moan. This. This is what I needed.
I push my legs up and then wrap them around his waist. “Deeper. Harder. Please.”
He follows my one-word commands with precision. He fucks me hard. Over and over again, he rams into me. I take him, letting him reach the deepest part inside me.
“So tight, Lana. You’re so damn tight. Fuck,” he rambles. More words spill from his mouth. Filthy words, romantic words, sexy words…all of it. He can’t seem to stop himself as he fucks me harder than I’ve ever been fucked before.
“Lana, sweetheart, my love…” he grunts, “so good, so good.”
I hold him close to me, feeling something inside me ready to burst again. I’m about to fly apart, to go hurtling to that precipice of pleasure that only he can take me too.
“Come, baby, come. I’m about to…” He pushes inside me again and that’s when everything detonates.
Grainger shouts out my name in a low voice and I give a long moan as my body seems to shake with sensation after sensation.
He finally stills within me, and I hold him close to me. We’re both breathing hard. I think of all I could say, all I probably need to say.
Instead of talking, we just hold each other. Tomorrow. I’ll think about all the consequences of this tomorrow.