Chapter 21 #2
I rub her nipple between my fingertips with one hand while stroking down, riding her quickening breaths past her ribs, to the tender plane of her belly, to the apex of her thighs clenched tight.
I part them open, so her knees rest outside of mine.
I keep kissing and teasing behind her ear, her scent stronger here—that tantalizing mix of spicy lemon and honey—and delve into her soft pussy with my fingers. She jolts, already sensitive.
A tight whimper works up her throat. “Linden,” she breathes.
She’s so wet she’s soaking my lap. “You need me here, don’t you?”
“Yes.”
The word snaps so quickly off her tongue it’s like it was perched there, waiting. I hum against the back of her ear. “You think you can come on my fingers? Or would you like a little help?”
I circle her hardening little clit. Her hand flies to the top of mine, like she wants to make sure I don’t stop. I suck on her earlobe to hold back my grin.
“I don’t know,” she says, breathless.
I caress her breast then gently pluck her nipple, drawing another little chirp of pleasure from her lips.
“Slow or fast?” I ask, drawing out my strokes.
A tremor rolls down her spine. “Slow,” she huffs.
“Inside, or out?” I glide two fingers inside her. Sweet heaven, her cunt is so fucking soft. So deliciously needy.
She sucks in a breath. “Both.”
“Good girl.”
She gives a desperate little moan.
I flutter my thumb then thrust with slow, sensual strokes.
She turns, capturing my mouth with hers for a lusty, hungry kiss.
Her breaths judder in her chest and she’s gripping the tops of my thighs like her life depends on it.
I stroke up the center of her body, keeping her close, to the base of her delicate throat.
“Yes,” she breathes, resting her cheek against my jaw. “Oh god. Like that…oh.” Her pulse thickens in her throat and her body tightens around me.
She comes beautifully in my embrace, her sharp cries filling the room. I hold her against me while drawing out every note of pleasure with my fingers, until her body softens and she draws my arms tight around her.
Our breaths slow, my nose deep in her silky hair. Outside, shafts of pale yellow sunlight streak through the trees. Even though I’m not out there to see it, this is by far my favorite sunrise.
“I don’t have any condoms,” she says.
I rub my nose past her ear and pinch her earlobe between my lips. “Is that your way of saying you need to be fucked, sweetheart?”
She grinds her ass against me, sending an almost painful jolt to my dick. “Yes, please.”
Please? Fucking hell. “I think your neighbor’s got a stash,” I murmur. “Should we raid it?”
“Too far away,” she says, sliding down my thighs and swiveling to her knees.
The image of her naked between my thighs, perched there like the most incredible gift I could ever wish for, a rosy blush working up her neck and her eyes so earnest short circuits my brain.
“I want you in my mouth,” she says in a rushed whisper.
“Fuck, Meg,” I manage as liquid heat floods my core. “You’re going to kill me.”
She caresses up the top of both my thighs and walks her knees closer.
There’s no rug to cushion her in this part of the room, so I grab a pillow and tuck it beneath her.
Then I take her face in my hands and kiss her, my tongue sweeping past her lips.
I savor her soft exhale and her gentle grip on my thighs.
Her soft lips embrace mine in a slow, sensual kiss that turns my anticipation into something sharp, almost painful.
When she pulls back, her pretty blue eyes are lit with hunger and such trust, my heart snaps painfully in my chest.
She wraps her fingers around me and strokes, tentative, her hold light, like a tease. It’s maddening, but I tell myself to be patient. The first brush of her lips on me makes me groan. Then she takes me inside, and my world explodes.
I release a throaty hum, the pleasure decadent. I don’t know what’s better. The view, or the tight heat of her lips around me.
She works to take me deeper. Fuck is it good.
I gather her hair at the back of her head. “This okay?”
She pulls off me with a shy smile. “Yeah.”
I lift her chin so our eyes lock. “Promise you’ll tell me if it’s not?”
A look I can’t read flickers in her gaze. “It’s good so far.”
“Let’s keep it that way.”
She lowers down, swallowing my cock until it taps the back of her throat.
“Fuck!” I grit out.
She rises and falls, swirling a little with her tongue, her mouth like hot velvet. I pant, one hand braced behind me on the bed and the other cradling the nape of her neck, my fingers deep in her hair. I urge her faster, and she fucking moans.
“Baby, you’re doing so good.” I suck in a breath, trying to hold on. “I’m gonna come. Can you swallow for me?”
She hums her reply.
Fucking hell, this can’t be real.
I want to draw out every drop of anticipation. Memorize the sexy slurp of her lips around my length, the pink blush on her cheeks, the tight yearning in my core. But it’s impossible, not when she’s lighting up every nerve ending with her hungry mouth.
I thrust slow and firm and hold her still as I release, pleasure vibrating through me, intense and so sweet. Decadent .
Watching her work to swallow me is going to be my undoing. “Christ,” I pant, sliding my hand free.
She shifts back and rests her cheek on my thigh, her breaths quick. I comb her long hair off her face and cup her chin.
She gazes up at me, lips puffy and her eyes full of a tenderness that sinks all the way down to my toes. I glide my thumb over her plump bottom lip.
“You okay?”
She licks the seam of her mouth. “Is that…how you like it?”
I wince. “Too much?” I slide my hands to her waist and lift her back to my lap. The warm weight of her body is the anchor I need in this moment. Could it be hers, too?
She traps her bottom lip between her teeth. “I liked it,” she says. “I liked being what you needed. I liked…” Her gorgeous face is so still, her eyes so trusting. It’s a look that makes me want things I shouldn’t. “What you called me.”
I caress the side of her gorgeous face with the backs of my fingers. “My good girl?”
Her cheeks redden. “I liked knowing I was doing it right.”
I press my lips to hers for a soft kiss. “As if you could ever do it wrong.”
Her lips brush mine, and we kiss again, warming the hollow space behind my breastbone. I don’t know what I’ve done to deserve someone like Meg in my life, only that I’m not wasting a single second of whatever time we’ll have.
I rock to my feet, lifting her with me.
She gives a startled laugh. “Where are we going?”
Wrapping her thighs around my waist, I tap a kiss to her adorable nose. “Lake swim. Then we’re moving houses.”