Chapter 8 This Man Knows What He’s Doing
Lydea
I stand facing the door I just locked, holding the doorknob and preparing myself mentally for what’s about to happen.
This could go in many directions. I hope to be put through the mattress, or I could just be disappointed by a tiny dick and a few quick pumps. Or, he has a monster dick that I don’t know what to do with.
Shit, now I’m terrified.
He clears his throat, and I turn around. Looking at his build. Those veins in his arms. The plump lips I’ve already felt on mine. I know, without a doubt, he’s about to put it down. I don’t want to be too anxious and throw myself on him.
I mean, I do.
But I won’t.
I notice the charge in the air. My whole place feels different, and so do I.
I set my keys down and take a step toward him.
“So,” I say, placing my hand on his chest and looking up into his dark eyes. If I stare too long, I’ll disappear into them.
His hand comes to my waist and settles there. His fingers twitch. I smile. He’s trying to hold himself together just like I am.
Champ pulls me in, slowly, and bends until his mouth is right at my ear.
“So,” he repeats.
His voice is calm and low. You’d think he wasn’t affected at all.
I curl my fingers slightly against his chest, feeling the solid heat of him under my palm. He doesn’t move or try to take anything. He holds me there.
I tilt my head just enough that my cheek brushes his.
“Are you always this quiet?” I ask, trying to tease him.
“Yeah,” he says, mouth close enough that I feel it more than hear it. “When I’m trying to figure out the best way to enjoy a meal.”
I pull back and squint up at him. A meal?
I rise to my toes so our lips just barely touch. “Didn’t we already eat?”
He licks his lips. “Yeah, now it’s time for dessert.”
I quiver in just the right spot at those words. I take him by the hand and lead him to my bedroom.
No need to keep this man waiting.
I close my bedroom door. No more playing shy. We both know what we’re getting into.
It’s time to get into it.
I start to unzip my romper, but he walks up behind me and unzips it for me, kneeling down and placing a soft kiss on the back of my neck. Goosebumps raise on my skin, and I moan at the unexpected intimacy.
He unhooks my bra and continues to kiss me all the way down my spine, stopping at the waistband of my panties. His hands spread along my back, loosening the romper from my shoulders and sending it down to the floor. I pull my bra off and step out of my rumpled outfit and turn to face him.
He lets out a groan and leans down, palming my right breast while taking the left into his mouth. How did he know that’s the one?
My brain can’t process that right now as his tongue and lips lap at and suck on my nipple.
I lean into him, barely able to stay on my feet. He slips a finger into the waistband of my panties. I gasp, anticipating the feel of his fingers on me and ready for the sweet pressure to come.
He doesn’t slide his fingers all the way down though.
Champ knows exactly what he’s doing to me, and he’s doing it on purpose.
He runs them along the waistband, winding me up so much that my knees do buckle.
He chuckles into my breast and carefully walks me to my bed. His mouth and hands never move from where they’re pulling the sounds out of me I should be embarrassed by.
Thank you, handsome man, for not losing your rhythm.
When I’m on my back, he finally pulls my panties all the way off. He holds my leg up and begins kissing my ankle. Every kiss makes me moan, and when he reaches my center, I hold my breath. My body pulsates with need.
He licks my clit in one smooth, perfectly pressured movement, and I lose myself, crying out and ready to orgasm.
He looks up at me from between my legs, his face a mix of amusement and lust. He keeps his eyes on me as he flattens his tongue against me and slowly drags it along my clit again.
I whimper. He closes his mouth around me and sucks, giving me the pressure my body craved, my hips jolt up off the bed.
He does it again, sucking harder, kissing my pussy like he loves it.
“Champ!” I cry out. His grip on my ass tightens.
His tongue focuses on my clit, lapping and lapping and lapping at a delicious pace. I’m panting and moaning. Every movement of his tongue, taking me closer and closer to the edge. I want to tell him not to stop, but he hasn’t changed his pace once.
This man figured it out early and stayed there.
I’m right there. I try to keep as still as possible, letting him take me there, but I can’t. I grab his head and press it into me, jerking my hips against his face. He follows my lead, letting me rub myself all over his mouth to get what I need.
When I come, it’s hard and intense. My body tenses then trembles. I’m still gripping his head, still writhing against his face with my back arched. And he’s still slurping my pussy like a starving man.
This man knows what he’s doing.