CHAPTER NINETEEN
Lennox
I can’t believe I came so quickly.
How fucking embarrassing.
I’d been waiting for so damn long to find a woman who I actually wanted to be with, and when I finally did, I lasted less than a minute.
To be fair, she was a snug fit, and I’d already been super close after her blow job, hand job, and just how wet she already was before I ever started fingering her. Every little noise she made, and when she broke our kisses to gasp, just propelled me closer to climax.
I was like a teenage boy, barely able to keep it together long enough to perform.
Next time would be better.
I made that promise not just to myself, but to Naomi as well.
In the meantime, I could bring her pleasure. I could have a snack and revel in all the sighs and moans she made and the way her hips lifted and churned. When I slid two fingers into her tight little pussy and pressed up, her fingers delved into my hair and she yanked on my scalp.
My cock was almost instantly hard again.
I sucked her slippery clit into my mouth, then flicked my tongue over it.
“Dear god,” she whimpered. “That’s good.” I grinned to myself, unable to hide the pride or satisfaction I got from bringing her such pleasure.
I continued on my quest to get her there.
To help her reach that coveted pinnacle.
It didn’t take long. A few more flicks of my tongue and curls of my fingers, and she was pulling on my hair as her body went tight, and she filled my mouth with her sweet honey.
Her chest rose and fell as she panted and prayed, calling out the big guy’s name, but also swearing.
It was funny, and I had to keep myself focused on the task, rather than chuckle.
Eventually, she returned to Earth, and her muscles relaxed. She released her death grip on my hair, and I lifted my head.
Her eyes were closed, and her chest still rose and fell with labored breaths.
I wiped my hand across my face and slowly crawled up her body, pressing kisses along her heated and flushed skin, chasing the goosebumps until I reached her tight, perky nipples.
I tugged one into my mouth and sucked, prompting her to arch her back and gasp. Then I did the same to the other.
Her hips leaped off the mattress, and her hands came up to grip my shoulders. “Can you go again?” she asked.
I released her nipple with a wet pop and opened my eyes, nodding.
“Thank god.” Reaching into the nightstand, she pulled out another condom.
I rolled onto my back and made quick work of putting the condom on. “This time I should last a fair bit longer,” I said, still feeling pretty crappy about coming so fast that first time.
She didn’t say anything, but reached for me, encouraging me to cover her again.
I wasn’t sure if it was intentional, her letting me take the lead and be on top, but I appreciated it. I’d never been on top before.
Hovering over her, I settled back between her lush thighs, staring into her beautiful jade-green eyes. She blinked up at me, her cheeks gorgeously flushed, and as I slowly slid inside again, she shuddered a little beneath me.
“You okay?” I asked, inching my way in.
“Better than okay.”
That made me smile.
I was fully seated in her snug channel and overcome with emotion.
I was having sex with a woman I cared about.
With a woman I wanted to be with. She valued me as a person, respected my body, my consent, and my past. She never once pushed for anything.
Nothing had ever felt more right than it did at that moment with Naomi.
It was definitely too early to start talking about big feelings like love.
But I knew I was on my way there. I could feel in my heart.
In my soul. This woman was everything I didn’t know I’d been searching for.
Patience and kindness. Strength and softness.
A wonderful mother, and a woman dedicated to her family.
She had a harrowing story, but just like me, she didn’t let it define her or take her down.
Instead, she was empowered to be more than just a victim. She was a survivor.
“You going to move?” she asked gently.
It was déjà vu. Only this time, I wasn’t going to end the party early.
Nodding, I bent my head and claimed her mouth at the same time I started to move my hips, slowly at first to set a rhythm, then faster when she began to move with me.
Her hands roamed my back, my shoulders, and up into my hair. She raked her nails down my arms, digging them into my biceps as she arched her back. I let my mouth leave hers and dropped it back to a nipple. I loved her tits. Her nipples got hard so easily and sucking on them was better than candy.
I continued to move in and out of her, loving the little trembles and the way her thighs would shake when I withdrew almost completely, leaving just the tip. Then I’d ease back in only to do it again.
“Faster … please,” she begged, reaching down to grip my ass. “Harder.”
I picked up speed and vigor, relishing the way she mimicked my tempo.
Her hips lifted in time with mine, and she ground her pelvis up.
I reached beneath her to curve her back more and hold her against me.
I don’t know why I did it, but it felt right.
It made me go deeper, and based on the moan that rumbled through her after I did it, she approved.
“I’m close again,” she breathed, her head falling to the pillow as I raked my teeth down her neck.
“Come for me, Naomi. Come all over my cock.”
“Are you close?”
“No.”
She lifted her head. “You can keep going?”
Grinning, I bobbed my eyebrows up and down. “Will you be able to come again?”
“I … I think so.”
“Then go for it.”
I didn’t have to tell her twice. Her pussy tightened around me and began to pulse as her second orgasm of the night took shape. I watched as a beautiful flush crept up from her breasts into her neck and cheeks as her chest rose and fell rapidly with each labored breath.
“Oh god. Oh god,” she said on repeat, every one of her muscles still rigid as she allowed the waves of her release to rock through her.
I paused my efforts to just watch. She was absolutely stunning.
Free and beautiful in her climax. Unashamed of how she looked, what she said, or the noises she made.
She owned her pleasure, and I was honored to be the man to help her find it.
For too long she’d had her sexuality oppressed, her pleasure denied.
Now, she was going to make sure she got what she deserved.
I was going to make sure she got it too.
After a few more moments of sexy mewls and moans, and her nails scraping down my arms, she relaxed beneath me and sighed.
I kissed her again and started moving, sliding in and out of her with even more ease. Her hips lifted and her fingers wove their way back into my hair.
“Can we … can we try spoon-style?” I asked, pressing my forehead against hers, still thrusting.
“Sure.”
I rolled off of her, and she pivoted so she was on her side.
Then I tucked in behind her and she helped navigate me back inside.
This position allowed me to go deeper. It also gave me unfettered access to her tits and clit.
My hand coasted across her hipbone as she wrapped her arm around my neck and spread her legs a bit.
I found her clit with my fingers and started to rub.
“Oh god,” she murmured, hanging onto me for dear life.
I pumped in and out while rubbing her nub as she pressed back into me. This new angle galvanized my desire to come together, and I could tell she was already on the precipice of another orgasm.
“You close?” I asked.
“Yeah …”
“Me too.”
Craning her neck around in a way that I was sure wasn’t overly comfortable, she tugged on my neck so that she could kiss me.
With our lips locked, my fingers on her clit and my cock inside of her, we both reached the summit at the same time.
Her body went still, my body went still, and her pussy clenched around my cock as I filled the condom inside of her.
Warm puffs of air from her nose hit my upper lip as she moaned into my mouth. Her clit swelled beneath the pads of my fingers and began to pulse. Everything from my navel south tingled and vibrated as each new wave of pleasure rushed through me.
She pulled her lips away first and shook in my arms in the immediate aftershocks of her release. Once my own orgasm subsided, I wrapped my arms around her and held her as gooseflesh broke out across our sweat-misted skin.
Kissing her shoulder, I slowly rolled to my back and pulled out. I removed the condom and accepted the second tissue from her while she hurried down the stairs to use the bathroom.
Within three minutes we were back in her bed, her head on my chest, and finger delicately tracing the ink on my right arm.
“I’m guessing thirteen was your jersey number?” she whispered into the dimly lit space.
“Yep. Good guess.”
“And the other … images? What do they mean?”
I closed my eyes for a moment, allowing her soft touch to hypnotize me. “Some of these, I’ll admit are just because I thought they’d make me look cool and badass—like the skull. It was my form of teenage rebellion—except I did it when I was twenty.”
“I guess you really didn’t have much of an opportunity to rebel and act out as a teen, huh?” She glanced up at me beneath her lashes, her gaze sad.
“Not really.”
Her frown was cute. “Why a snake?”
“Mabel was born the year of the snake. I thought I’d get her birth flower, but she told me that was too cliché—she said this at seven—”
Naomi snorted and smiled. “Of course she did.”
“So I got a snake.”
“And I got this one to honor my mom. She loved cows. I have fuzzy memories of her, but one thing I remember clearly is how much she loved cows.” I pointed to the small, adorable black and white cow on the inside of my tricep.
It was cartoony, and had a little pink flower behind one ear.
Exactly like the cow magnet I had bought my mother for Mother’s Day just a few months before she died.
“I love it,” Naomi said, tracing her finger over it.