Chapter 25 #2
Her lips are warm, and she tastes faintly of the tea I made her earlier. I cup the back of her neck, thumb stroking the soft skin there, and she sighs into my mouth like she’s melting.
Then the sigh turns into something hungrier.
She shifts closer on my lap, straddling me more fully, and the kiss deepens.
Her tongue slips against mine, teasing, and I groan low in my throat, the sound vibrating between us.
One of my hands slides down her back, pulling her tighter against me until her breasts press into my chest. She rocks her hips once, and I feel the heat of her even through our clothes.
The sweetness burns away, and I want nothing more than to stoke the fire.
I tilt my head and kiss her harder, licking into her mouth, starving for more of her.
She whimpers, that perfect little sound that always undoes me, and I swallow it, sucking on her tongue, biting her lower lip hard enough to make her gasp.
My hand fists gently in her hair, holding her exactly where I want her while the other grips her hip, encouraging the slow grind of her body against the growing hardness in my lap.
When we finally break apart, we’re both breathing hard. Her lips are swollen, and she looks at me like she wants to devour me before she kisses down my throat.
My head tips back against the chair, and she shifts off my lap. I snap my head up in time to watch her sink to her knees in front of me. She reaches for my belt, and I freeze, but when she tugs on the buckle, I catch her chin and tilt up her face.
“What are you doing, darling?”
“I want to release some stress.”
I groan. “Lennon.”
“Please?”
She’s still holding my belt loosely, not tugging, but waiting, and the sight of her like that, on her knees asking instead of taking, her whole body angled up toward me like she needs my permission more than she needs air, does something to my composure I am not proud of.
My cock throbs, hard enough that it’s almost painful, straining against my slacks in a way she has to see from down there. Her gaze drops to it once, and her tongue darts out to wet her lip.
Christ.
Brick by brick, everything about her builds me back up to a place I crave.
Control.
“Release some stress,” I repeat. “For you or for me?”
“For us,” she answers immediately, her cheeks flushed, her eyes gleaming with anticipation, hips shifting restlessly against her heels like she can’t sit still with the question hanging between us.
I barely hold back a curse as I lean down to kiss her, slow enough that she has to rise slightly to meet it. “Only if you take that shirt off first,” I say against her mouth. “I want to see you.”
She blushes and glances at the bright lamp over our heads. “Can we maybe dim the lights or—”
“Tell me three nice things about yourself,” I demand, cutting her off before she finishes burying herself in it.
“What?”
“Three nice things. About yourself. Say them.”
She stares at me with wide eyes. “Paul.”
“Three.”
“This feels like a trap.”
“It isn’t. I’ve thought of exponentially more than three in the past ten minutes. You can manage three.”
I wait, and she narrows her eyes at me, so I wait some more.
“Fine. I bake really good muffins.”
I raise an eyebrow, and she huffs.
“You said nice things. You didn’t specify categories.”
“Lennon.”
“Okay, okay.” She glances away. “I’m… I have pretty eyes.”
A smile tugs at my lips. “Yes. That’s true.”
She rolls those pretty eyes at me.
“I…” She looks down at her hand, which is still cradling my belt buckle. “My nails are pretty.”
I take her hand and kiss the back of it, glancing down at the fresh citron-yellow polish. “Indeed, very pretty.”
Her brows furrow as she tries to find a third thing, and it makes me want to commit violence. To drive to Boston and track down her worthless ex and friends. Maybe take Ridge with me and let him loose on them, using his acid tongue to cut them down to nothing.
Or maybe beat them all with Nevan until they apologize for having any part in making this woman feel small.
“Really, Paul?” Lennon sighs dramatically. “I just wanted to give you a blowjob. Why are you making things hard on yourself?”
My cock twitches hard in my pants, asking me the same question.
But she’s not getting out of this. She’s too important, and it’s time she said it out loud.
“Darling. The third thing.”
She glares, then a smirk tugs at her mouth, and she whips her shirt over her head, tossing it behind her, leaving her in a black bra.
Goddamn.
“And I have these.” She’s playing dirty, thinking this deflection will work, but I play along.
“You do,” I agree, licking my lips while my hands itch to reach out for them. “Good girl. You’re the most beautiful woman I have ever seen.” I tuck a piece of hair behind her ear and hold her gaze, letting her see the raw desire I feel for her.
“A plastic plant looks perfect. Always green, never wilting, but that’s because it isn’t alive.
It will never die, Lennon, but it will never live either.
I don’t want a plastic plant. I don’t want a dream version of you.
I want the real you, the version that is perfect for me.
” I grab her chin again. “Every curve, every inch, every little imperfection you don’t like, I cherish.
I love everything about you, and I can’t get enough of you.
So, until you can say a third thing, and then a fourth and a fifth, I will be here to do it for you. Do you hear me?”
She nods, but I suspect she’s not all the way there yet.
That’s all right.
I’ve got the rest of our lives to convince her.
“Good. Now where were we?”
She chuckles, low and a little breathless, but her hands return to my belt with steady determination despite the pretty flush spreading across her chest. She works the buckle open, then the zipper, and then she tugs my boxers down enough that my cock springs free, hard and already leaking at the tip.
Her eyes go wide, lips parting on a soft inhale, and the raw hunger in her expression nearly has me coming right there.
She presses a soft, open-mouthed kiss to the underside, right where the head meets the shaft.
Then her tongue traces a wet line from base to tip, swirling around the head to catch the bead of pre-cum there.
I groan, my fingers sliding into her hair before I gather it gently into a loose ponytail so I can see her face. “Fuck, Lennon…” My voice sounds rough, almost broken. “You’re doing so good for me.”
Despite my obvious desperation, she takes her time. Licking lazy stripes up and down my length, teasing the spot under the head until my thighs tense and my breath stutters. She sucks lightly on the tip, hollowing her cheeks, then sinks lower, taking more of me into that perfect, hot mouth.
She hums around me, the vibration shooting straight down my spine. I tighten my grip in her hair, and she moans softly, taking me deeper until I feel the back of her throat. The vision of perfection before me pulls a deep groan from me.
Her eyes water a little, but I hold her in place.
“That’s it, darling. You can take it. Now grab those beautiful breasts for me.”
I watch as she cups them, over her bra. Then she looks up at me through her lashes, that perfect mix of sweet and sexy that ruins me every single time.
“F-fuck, that’s a good girl,” I praise.
My hips are twitching with the effort not to thrust. Instead, I loosen my hold slightly on her hair, allowing her to set a rhythm, alternating between sucking hard and teasing with soft licks and kisses along the shaft.
Lennon is starting to squirm, her breathing labored. As much as I want her to come on my face, I want her to bring herself pleasure, to appreciate what a gift her body is.
“Lennon, darling, why don’t you use one of your hands to play with that perfect pussy of yours?”
She whimpers around my cock, and I have to clench my jaw, inhaling deeply through my nose. I pride myself on my ability to maintain control, but this woman, on her knees for me, doing as I say, makes me question whether I ever knew what control was.
I watch as she slips a hand between her luscious thighs, her pace easing as she chases her release. It’s not until she moans that I realize my hold on her hair is almost nonexistent, and she has all but stopped, just licking and sucking on my tip.
Another sign my control is slipping when it comes to her.
“That’s it. Such a good girl,” I say as I lazily thrust up, encouraging her to take more of me. I sweep her hair back into a ponytail, tightening my grip and focusing on guiding her.
Her wet mouth slides up and down my length, and I draw a sharp breath through my teeth. The familiar tingle starts at the base of my spine, and I don’t know how much longer I can hold back, but I want her to get there.
“Fuck, darling, I’m going to come in your mouth,” I warn, voice strained. “When I do, don’t you dare swallow.”
She nods, eyes locked on mine, and the trust in that look sends me spiraling.
I spill hard with a broken cry of her name, pulse after heavy pulse filling her mouth. She holds perfectly still, lips sealed around me, taking everything I give her while her eyes stay on mine.
Utter perfection.
I stare down at her, chest heaving, completely wrecked, until I finally stop twitching. She pulls off slowly, lips shiny and slightly swollen, but keeps her mouth closed with a small, closed-lip smile even as her eyes water from the effort.
“God, you’re perfect,” I rasp, thumb brushing her cheek. “Come here.”
She rises to stand between my thighs, looking flushed and beautiful.
“Did you swallow?”
She shakes her head.
“Show me.”
She opens for me, tongue out enough to display every thick drop of my cum she’s been holding like the damn good girl she is. The sight sends a fresh pulse of heat straight to my cock.
“Spit it into your hand.”
She does so without hesitation, letting the warm mess pool in her palm. Satisfaction hums through me, not just from the incredible orgasm, but because this is the same woman who was nervous about taking off her shirt.