Chapter 38
Lucy
His lips are still on mine when he pushes his bedroom door open and pulls me inside. He closes the door behind us with his foot. He’s on me before the door has clicked shut.
The kiss is hot. His hand is in my hair. His other hand is at my waist over my coat. His mouth is on my neck within ten seconds, and his thumb is on the spot on my ribs where my tank tops has ridden up, and I am kissing him back with everything I have.
He walks me backward to the bed. The backs of my knees hit the mattress, and he settles his large body between my thighs.
His hands cup my jaw, and he kisses me with his weight half over me. I let my hands go up the front of his button-down because I have wanted to take this button-down off him since the corner of Main and Hawthorne.
I pull back and put my hands flat against his chest.
He stops. “Baby,” he says, Camdenthless. “You okay?”
“Bens, everyone’s downstairs.”
He looks over his shoulder. “I’ll put on music.” He walks over to the door and locks it. Then he opens his laptop and starts playing a playlist on YouTube. “Is that better?”
I crawl higher on the bed until I’m at the headboard.
When he walks over, he pulls his shirt off in one swift move.
He lets it fall to the ground while I take in his body.
He leans over and kisses me, taking off my coat.
Then his fingers are aching to touch my skin, so he lifts my top shirt, and then his hand is sandwiched between my two tank tops. He glances down, and I laugh.
“What’s going on here?”
“It’s two shirts,” I chuckle.
He pulls one over my head and then looks at the other one, shaking his head. He reaches for the next one and pulls it off. “There,” he says, looking at my bra.
He kisses my mouth again. He reaches behind me and unhooks my bra with one hand, and the bra comes off between us.
He drops it on the rug. He kisses my left Camdenst with his tongue, and I arch into him.
He takes his sweet time on my other one.
I Camdenthe rapidly when his hand rubs me over my jeans.
He kisses my stomach now, looking up at me.
His face lands between my legs, kissing my jeans right at my pussy.
“Oh my god,” I Camdenthe.
He hooks his thumbs into the waistband of the jeans and looks up at me. He unbuttons my jeans and unzips it slowly. “Take these off,” he commands.
He pulls them off for me as I angle my weight off the bed.
The jeans come off. He sits up on his knees on the rug and pulls them the rest of the way off my ankles, and the socks come off after them.
Now, I’m in just my underwear. He kisses the inside of my thigh.
I make a sound and accidentally pull his hair. He looks up.
“I can stop,” he offers.
“No. Don’t. Keep going.”
He licks his lips. “Tell me to stop if you want me to stop.”
“I don’t.”
He says, “At any point.”
I nod. “Okay.”
He hooks his fingers into the waistband of my underwear, and my heart’s racing wildly. But the pulse in between my legs is stronger. I’m excited and nervous. He pulls them down slowly, keeping his eyes on me.
He kisses my hipbone, my other hipbone, and runs his tongue lower. He looks up at me one more time like he’s giving me a chance to tell him no.
I don’t.
He goes down.
The first caress of his tongue is slow and steady –– and not at all what I expected. My body hums and shakes under him. Every muscle tenses at the pure shock of it. I let out a desperate moan.
My hands go into the sheets, and my hips lift toward him without me meaning to lift them. I’m seeing stars in my vision. My body is naturally shaking under his mouth.
I don’t freeze. I’m too overwhelmed to freeze.
He goes slow, moving his tongue in ways that make me pant for air.
When I make a small sound, he repeats what he was doing.
When I go quiet, he changes. I have, in the last forty-five seconds, lost any sense of being embarrassed about his mouth being in between my legs because he is taking it slow and letting me adjust.
He’s so good at this. The thought lands in me without jealousy.
He knows what he’s doing, and I’m grateful.
I continue to lift my hips without meaning to.
When I try to scoot away because the feeling is too intense, he tugs me back to him.
I am so close to combusting. He notices the intensity in my body.
He keeps doing what he’s doing with his tongue.
He doesn’t change a thing. I look down at him, and when he looks up at me, the feeling is too much.
I come. His wet mouth makes more movements against me, and I’m crying as my body trembles.
I grab a fistful of the sheets, and my thighs grip the sides of his head.
He holds me by my thighs as my head tips back into the pillow.
An intense wave of pleasure rolls through me, and I ride it out.
He keeps his mouth on me through the end of it.
When I relax onto the bed, releasing the sheets, he pulls back with a wet mouth. He wipes his face, and it’s the hottest thing I’ve ever seen. His eyes are dark, his hair is wrecked, and I cover my mouth with my hand and laugh.
“Oh my god, Bens.”
“Yeah?” he asks with a proud smile.
I nod, keeping my legs open. “Take off your pants.”
He gets out of them fast. Then he crawls up the length of me. He’s grinning by the time he gets to my mouth. He kisses me. He tastes like me, which is a thing I thought I would be embarrassed about, but he doesn’t seem to mind. So I don’t mind.
His hard cock is pressed against my thigh. I open my legs wider to let him in. I grab him, my body desperate for more. He presses into me slowly. When his hips reach mine, he rests there for a moment.
“Are you okay?” he asks.
I nod.
He glances down at us and says, “You’re so perfect, baby. I’m the happiest man alive right now.”
He picks up his pace and kisses me between strokes.
His face stays close to mine, eyes watching as he thrusts against me faster and faster.
This feels different like any other time.
My pussy is pulsating around him, enjoying every time he pushes all the way in.
When I moan uncontrollably, he does the same thing again.
He follows my sounds, and I’m a Camdenthless mess under him.
He grabs my leg, pushes it up, and watches himself enter in and out of me.
“Fuck, Lucy,” he murmurs. “Baby.” He picks up his pace, so I hold onto his shoulders. “Look at me.”
I look up at him. His mouth is open, his eyes are lulled in pleasure, and the connection I feel with him is so deep inside my chest that my heart clenches when he doesn’t Camdenk the eye contact.
“Lay on your back,” I whisper.
He looks at my lips and asks, “Yeah?”
I nod, so he rolls onto his back and pulls me with him.
I sit on him with my hands flat on his chest. He puts his hands on my hips, and he’s looking at me with a glint in his eye.
I’ve never done this before, so I have no idea what to do, but I wing it.
I move slowly and roll my hips. He watches me with pleasure dancing in his eyes.
The morning light shines through the window and is making a bar of pale gold across the wall above the headboard.
His face is the face I am going to think about every time I close my eyes for the rest of my life.
I lean forward and put my hands on either side of his head on the pillow.
He kisses me while I move on top of him.
His hands slide from my hips up the length of my back.
His mouth is on mine. The slow rhythm I have built on top of him is the slow rhythm he kisses me with.
He rubs my clit, and I cry against his lips.
He rubs faster while I bounce on him, and I come a second time with my forehead against his shoulder, my hand fisted in his hair, and his name in my mouth.
He flips us, and he’s back on top of me, and he finishes inside me with his forehead against the side of my neck. He says my name into the curve of my collarbone. I hold him through it.
We lie tangled in the bed. He pulls me against his chest. I wrap around him. My head is on his shoulder, my hand is on his chest, and my leg is over his. He kisses the top of my head.
“That was…” he trails off.
“It was.” I blush.
He chuckles, so I smile.
“I can’t believe you asked me to be your girlfriend,” I say, lifting my chin on his chest.
“Can’t believe it?” he asks. “I can’t believe it took me this long.”
I smile shyly. “I’m glad that you did. I didn’t know where this was going for a moment.”
He grabs my face and looks into my eyes. “I’m sorry if I didn’t make my intentions clear, but I’ll make it clear now. I’m going to keep you forever, Lucy Moss.”
“Forever?” I ask.
He nods, pecking my lips. “Forever, baby.”
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