Chapter 44 Lucy
Sitting on his lap, hearing him say exactly what’s on his mind… It feels easy.
This is the rainbow I’ve been waiting for after the rain. As he kisses me again, his hands dive into my hair and he grips me tighter.
My body melts into his as we kiss, and I maneuver to swing my leg over his lap so I can feel him through his jeans. He’s hard again, and I want nothing more than to feel him. He chuckles and lifts me as he stands making me squeal.
“Are you takin’ me back to bed, Old Man?” I tease.
“You deserve an award for that dinner,” he rumbles, kissing me again as he walks inside the house. “And I plan on taking my time with you this go ‘round.”
“Mhmm,” I nod as he sets me on my feet in his room once again. He sits on the bed, pushing backward and motions for me to join him.
“Take off those panties and come sit on my face, Goldie,” he growls and my whole body lights up.
He watches me with dark eyes as I let my panties hit the floor and crawl over him, pressing kisses to his stomach.
His beard scratches my cheeks as I kiss his face.
“Don’t tease me, baby. I’ve been dyin’ to taste you. ”
My fingers curl in his bed sheets and I do as I’m told, crawling up and gripping the headboard. Lowering myself over him, I pause before settling down further.
“Lucy,” he rumbles, wrapping his arms around the backs of my thighs and pulling my body down. His tongue explores me, licking a path from my clit to my entrance and I shudder.
Clutching the headboard, I moan as he attacks my clit, sucking and licking as if he’ll never get another taste.
“Grind on my face, baby,” he growls.
My legs pulse, arms shake and he runs a hand over my ass, squeezing the rotund flesh there. Under me he groans as my pussy squeezes and his other hand slides between his mouth and my cunt.
Pressing a finger inside of me, he curls it pressing on the same spot his cock was rubbing earlier.
Lavishing my clit with his tongue, I can’t breathe as my muscles lock and my body heats.
Grinding against his face, I mewl as the heat builds higher and higher.
Until I’m practically hanging onto his headboard for dear life.
Screaming out as my body releases and my orgasm reaches a new height, I call his name. Lost to the sensation of him sending me higher and higher, as if my orgasm doesn’t know when to quit.
“C’mon, Lucy, I know you can cover my face, again,” he rumbles.
With a swipe of his tongue on my clit and the pressure inside, I lose all sense. “Reese,” I whimper, screaming out as my body liquifies and gushes with wetness.
“That’s my fuckin’ girl!” He praises, and I slump against the headboard.
My body’s loose, like fully cooked noodles as he slides out from under me.
Lifting me up, as if I weigh nothing, he walks to the bathroom and wipes his face.
When he walks out, he throws back the covers, lays me down, and settles in behind me.
His hand runs up and over my stomach and the skin there pebbles as he murmurs, “You’re mine, Goldie. ”