Chapter 20 – Lance #2
The words lit something feral in my chest, and I claimed her mouth again with desperate hunger.
She responded with equal fervor, her free hand fisting in my hair as she pulled me deeper into the kiss.
Her strokes grew more confident, more demanding, like she was remembering exactly how to unravel me.
"But I'm not the only one who belongs to someone," I growled against her lips, my hand sliding down to cup her through the silk shorts. She was soaked, the fabric clinging to her like a second skin. "This pretty pussy is mine too, isn't it?"
Her back arched as I pressed the heel of my palm against her clit, silk creating delicious friction. "Lance, please?—"
"Please what?" I stilled my movements, watching her face contort with need. Her hand tightened around my cock in retaliation, drawing a curse from my throat. "Use your words, Spitfire."
"Touch me," she breathed, hips rolling against my hand. "I need—God, I need you to touch me."
I hooked my fingers in the waistband of her shorts, dragging them down her legs in one fluid motion. I tossed them somewhere behind me, not caring where they landed. All that mattered was what lay before me—Morgan, spread out on my sheets, chest heaving.
"Look at you," I murmured, settling between her legs. "So pretty. So wet for me already."
I ran my fingers through her slick folds, watching her face as she bit her lip to hold back a moan. Her thighs trembled on either side of my hips, trying to close against the sudden vulnerability.
"Uh-uh," I said, pressing them wider with my shoulders. "Let me see you. All of you."
Her head thrashed against the pillow as I circled her clit with my thumb, teasing but never giving enough pressure. "Lance, don't—don't tease me."
"Why not?" I dipped one finger inside her, feeling her clench around me instantly. "You've been teasing me all week. Walking around in those little shorts. Pressing that perfect ass against me in your sleep."
I added a second finger, curling them upward to find that spot that made her see stars. "Making me wait. Making me wonder if you'd ever let me touch you again."
Her hips bucked against my hand as I set a deliberate rhythm, watching her face contort with pleasure. The way her lips parted, the flush spreading across her chest, the little furrow between her brows as she concentrated on the building sensation.
"God, you're beautiful when you're desperate," I murmured, lowering my head to press a kiss to her inner thigh. "But not desperate enough. Not yet. It’s okay, I can get you there.”
I withdrew my fingers, smiling at her whimper of protest, and pushed her top up to expose her breasts. They were perfect—full and soft with dusky nipples pebbled tight with arousal. I cupped one, feeling its weight in my palm before lowering my mouth to the other.
"Fuck," she gasped as I sucked her nipple between my teeth, teasing it with my tongue while my fingers returned to her soaked pussy. "Lance, please?—"
"Please what?" I switched to her other breast, lavishing it with the same attention while my thumb circled her clit with maddening light pressure. "Tell me what you need, Spitfire. I want to hear you say it."
"Make me come," she gasped, her fingers digging into my shoulders. "Please, I need to come."
I grinned against her breast, nipping at the sensitive underside.
"Oh, I'm going to make you come. So many times you lose count.
Until you're begging me to stop." My fingers curled inside her again, pressing that spot that made her thighs shake.
"But first, I'm going to make you wait. Just like you made me wait. "
I dipped a soaked finger to her rosette and pressed gently. Morgan's keening cry had me nipping her nipple with my teeth.
"Oh God," she gasped, her back arching off the bed as I circled that tight ring of muscle. Her body tensed then yielded, allowing my fingertip to breach her. "Lance?—"
"Relax," I murmured against her breast, soothing the sting of my bite with gentle flicks of my tongue. "Let me in, baby. Let me make you feel good."
Her eyes squeezed shut, her breath coming in shallow pants as I worked my finger deeper, feeling her body resist, then surrender. With my other hand, I continued stroking her clit, keeping her balanced on that razor's edge of pleasure.
"That's it," I praised, watching her face contort with a mixture of uncertainty and building ecstasy. "You're taking it so well."
I curled the finger inside her pussy, finding that sweet spot again while my thumb continued its relentless circles against her clit. The triple sensations had her writhing beneath me, her hips moving in desperate, jerky motions.
"I can't—" she choked out, hands fisting in the sheets. "It's too much?—"
"You can," I assured her, increasing the pressure, watching her eyes widen as sensation crashed through her. "And you will. You're going to come for me, Morgan. Right now."
Her body went taut beneath me, a silent scream locked in her throat as the orgasm hit.
I worked her through it, relentless, my fingers never stopping their assault on her most sensitive places.
Her inner walls clenched rhythmically around me, her back arching so high off the bed I could slide my arm beneath her to hold her against me.
"That's one," I growled against her ear, feeling her shudder as aftershocks rippled through her. "And we're just getting started."
Before she could catch her breath, I slid down her body, replacing the finger in her pussy and my thumb with my mouth.
Her taste exploded across my tongue—sweet and tangy and so fucking perfect I groaned against her flesh.
Her thighs trembled on either side of my head, trying to close as sensitivity made every touch almost too much.
"Lance," she gasped, fingers tangling in my hair. "Wait—I can't?—"
I gripped her thighs firmly, holding them open. "You can. And you will."
My tongue traced lazy patterns through her folds, gathering the slick evidence of her first orgasm.
Her hands alternated between pushing at my shoulders and pulling me closer, caught between overstimulation and the building pleasure.
I slipped my finger back into her ass, working it deeper as my tongue focused on her clit.
"Oh god," she moaned, her hips rising to meet my mouth despite her protests. "Lance, please?—"
I sealed my lips around her swollen bud and sucked gently, feeling her body jerk in response. My free hand splayed across her stomach, holding her in place as I devoured her. I could feel her pulse against my tongue, racing with each lash and circle I delivered.
"You taste so fucking good," I murmured against her, the vibration of my words making her gasp. "I could do this all day."
Her thighs quivered around my head, muscles tensing as I added a second finger to her pussy, stretching her while my tongue continued its relentless assault. The dual penetration had her writhing, incoherent pleas falling from her lips.
"That's it," I encouraged, curling my fingers inside her. "Let go for me, baby. Give me everything."
Her body went rigid beneath my touch, her back arching impossibly as the second orgasm ripped through her.
I didn't relent, working my tongue against her clit as she shattered, her inner walls clenching around my fingers in rhythmic pulses.
The sounds she made—half-sobbing, half-moaning—drove me wild, my cock throbbing painfully against the mattress.
When she collapsed back onto the bed, trembling and gasping, I slowly withdrew my fingers and pressed a gentle kiss to her inner thigh. Her skin was flushed, a thin sheen of sweat making her glow in the morning light. She looked utterly wrecked—and completely beautiful.
I kissed my way up her body slowly, savoring each shiver and gasp as my lips found the sensitive spots I'd mapped so many times before. The hollow of her hip. The soft curve below her ribs. The valley between her breasts. Each kiss was a promise, a claim, a reminder of everything we'd shared.
When I reached her mouth, she pulled me down hungrily, tasting herself on my lips with a moan that nearly undid me. Her legs wrapped around my waist, pulling me closer until my cock pressed against her slick entrance.
"I need you inside me," she whispered against my mouth, her voice wrecked and desperate. "Please, Lance. I need all of you."
I captured her wrists, pressing them into the pillow above her head as I positioned myself. She was so wet, so ready, but I could feel the resistance as I pressed forward. It had been too long.
I slid in slowly. Taking my time, watching her face. Her breath stuttered. Her thighs tightened around my waist. Her eyes went wide with something that looked like wonder.
"Breathe, baby," I whispered, pressing a kiss to her cheek, then her jaw, then the corner of her mouth. "I've got you."
"Breathe for me, baby," I murmured, sinking just the head inside her tight heat. She gasped, her body tensing around me. "Fuck, you're so tight. So perfect."
"It's too much," she panted, her eyes wide as she adjusted to the stretch. "You're too big?—"
"Shh," I soothed, holding still despite every instinct screaming at me to thrust deeper. "We'll go slow. Your sweet little pussy is going to take every inch. You just have to remember."
I pressed my lips to her throat, feeling her pulse race beneath my tongue. "Remember how good it feels when you take all of me? How perfectly you fit around my cock?"
Her breath hitched as I sank another inch deeper, her walls fluttering around me. "Lance?—"
"That's it, Spitfire. Your body remembers even if your mind is fighting it." I rocked my hips gently, working myself deeper with shallow thrusts. "Tell me how it feels."
"Full," she gasped, her back arching as I hit that spot inside her that made her see stars. "So full, but I need?—"
"More?" I withdrew slightly before pushing deeper, earning a broken moan. "You need more of my cock stretching this tight little pussy?"