34. Lucius
CHAPTER 34
LUCIUS
Just like that, biology wins not only the battle but the war.
Juno’s soft lips are delicious, her adroit tongue maddening. I want her more than anything I’ve ever wanted in my life.
Greedily, I inhale her intoxicating scent—a mix of Neutrogena shampoo, Dove body wash, and something sweet that is purely Juno, the woman rightfully named after a goddess.
I pull her close, her soft parts pressing against my hardness.
She gasps delicately into my mouth, and her hands slide from my neck and down my back until one palm grabs my butt.
Damn, that feels good. If only our clothes were not in the way… No. In a second. First, I move my kiss from her lips to her alabaster neck, breathing in more of her sweet scent, tasting the softness of her tender skin.
With a moan, she tugs on my shirt, proving that we’re on the same wavelength regarding the nuisance that are our clothes.
Grudgingly, I tear my lips away from her neck and step back to remove my shirt.
Maintaining the eye contact, she takes off her top and then her bra, exposing her perfectly perky breasts.
My breath catches. “Fuck.” I shove my pants off. “You’re amazing.” To highlight my point, I take off my boxers so that she can see my rock-hard appreciation.
She stares at my cock with wide eyes. “Holy saguaro, that’s big.” She slides her panties down, revealing the neatly trimmed pussy that I’ve been wet-dreaming about all this time.
It’s even better in real life.
My mouth waters as she scans my body from head to foot. “You’re like a Greek statue,” she breathes when her eyes meet mine again.
My answer comes out in a low growl. “And you’re exactly like a Roman one. The perfect one.”
With that, I gently push her onto the bed and take one pink, hard nipple into my mouth.
Fuck me. This is heaven.
“The other one is jealous,” she says on a gasp.
I release that nipple and give the other one a lick. “Sorry about that. Everyone will get their turn.”
Juno arches her back, fisting her hands in my hair as I suck on the nipple in earnest until she moans. Then I run my tongue down her breast, over her delectable belly and the neat curls until I’m at the altar of the goddess.
“I’m going to kiss you,” I murmur, looking up to meet her gaze. “If you don’t want it?—”
“I want it.” She lifts her hips off the bed. “A lot.”
Good. I slide my tongue over her plump, creamy folds, then gently suck on them.
A moan is my reward.
I slide my tongue over her perfect little clit.
She utters a gasp.
“Delicious,” I breathe, letting my lips vibrate against the sensitive flesh.
A louder moan is proof I’m on the right track.
I flatten my tongue.
Her moans grow in volume.
I lap at the sweetness within, then slide a finger where my cock so desperately aches to be.
Fuuuck. The velvety hot smoothness nearly makes me come. Tensing my entire body to stave it off, I move the tip of my finger until I locate the little bundle of nerves exactly below where my tongue is.
“Oh,” she gasps. “Please don’t stop.”
Not in a million years. I lick and add pressure with my finger before flattening my tongue again.
Her whole body shudders, and the walls of her pussy clench on my finger—making my throbbing cock jerk with envy.
She sits up, her wheat-colored hair mussed and eyes wild. “Lean back.”
Before I can ask why, I see it—and then feel it as Juno’s luscious lips wrap around my cock.
Fuck.
Fucking fuck.
This is amazing.
Mind-bogglingly so.
Except if she keeps going, I’m going to explode.
With herculean effort, I pull her away.
She gives me a confused look.
“I have to be inside you,” I growl.
Her eyes light with understanding. Escaping my grip, she crawls to the edge of the bed, and her luscious ass is the most erotic sight ever. As are her small, perfect feet, all pink and delicately feminine.
She turns back, and I realize she wasn’t putting on a show for me. She’s procured a condom, which she hands to me with a pretty blush.
Fucking biology. For the first time in my life, I’ve had zero thought of using protection. Thank fuck one of us has some brain cells still active.
Ripping the packet with my teeth, I sheathe myself as she lies on her back. Hungrily, I rake my gaze over her.
“Beautiful.” The word comes out as a grunt, but in my defense, the tsunami of blood surging to my cock has robbed me of the power of speech.
Covering her small body with my much-larger one, I dip my head to capture Juno’s lips in another kiss and carefully guide the tip of my cock to her entrance. Nibbling on her earlobe, I whisper, “Ready?”
“Please,” she begs.
What is she doing to me?
Using what shreds of willpower I have remaining, I enter her in a slow, sensual thrust—and feel like I’ve arrived home after being away for a decade. She moans, clenching her inner muscles, and I grit my teeth, holding still to let her get used to me.
When her body softens and relaxes, I press deeper, relishing how tight she is, how warm. How perfectly made for me.
My next thrust is harder, bolder. She pushes on my back to urge me on, and I quicken my pace until a moan of pleasure is wrenched from her lips.
I speed up further.
Her moans grow louder.
My balls tighten. I’m on the verge, but I fight it until she shudders under me and cries out my name.
And then I’m lost.
Her pussy squeezes me in a soft, wet vise, and I come with a groan, the pleasure bursting through my nerve endings with a violence that makes my vision blur.