Chapter Thirty-Nine
Imoved my hips in a slow circle as I dropped my mouth to his ear. “Ready for what, August?” I teased.
His hands trailed up my calves, before digging into the flesh of my ass and pulling me down harder against him. He craned his head back against the cushion and looked me in the eyes to say, “To fuck you the way you deserve.”
An intoxicating thrill went through me, heat gathering where I could feel his hard length straining against his jeans.
August’s mouth was on mine instantly. He moved like his mind wasn’t holding him back for the first time.
Teeth clashing, tongue darting between us as if all his restraint had vanished.
I moaned into the feeling as I tugged his shirt over his head.
My fingers ran through that patch of blonde curls below his navel and up over his chest, splaying widely as if I could take all of him in just through my palm.
He shifted his hands from my ass to my sides, slipped my top up over my ribs, and his mouth found my bare breast the moment the fabric hit the floor. His rings and nails grazed my shoulder blades as he trailed hot kisses across my chest. “I want you so bad, Lola,” he rasped.
“I want you always,” I panted back.
In one quick motion, I was laying on my back, August hovering over me. He jerked my skirt down my legs, taking my panties along with it. His mouth was on me instantly, and my long coral nails tangled in his black curls as my body arched against him.
“Dear God,” he groaned.
“Are you praying to me again, August?” I taunted.
“Yes,” he answered without hesitation. He dropped his warm breath against my center and plunged his tongue inside me, flicking with urgent speed at my entrance.
A sharp gasp escaped me as my grasp on his hair tightened.
I looked down to meet his darkened eyes staring back up at me.
His fingers dug into my hips as he pulled me further down, his nose pushing against my clit as he worked his mouth against me for a length of time that felt impossible to keep track of.
“August, I’m going to—” I rasped. My body convulsed in waves of pleasure before I could finish. I couldn’t hear myself over the ringing in my ears, but August’s low chuckle told me I’d probably screamed a string of obscenities.
He climbed back up, pressing slow open mouthed kisses across my hips, stomach, chest, and throat. When he finally reached my mouth again I was already tugging at the button on his jeans.
“Off,” I urged, pushing the denim over his hips. He smiled against me as he lowered a hand to help me, then kicked his jeans and briefs to the floor.
When his body settled back down against me, his cock throbbed against my thigh and I let out an involuntary whimper. “Do you have a condom?” I rasped.
August slipped his hand under the skirt of the couch, pulling out a black box, the top already torn open. My brows pinched, but before I could ask, August said, “I wanted to practice putting them on.” The words came out mumbled through his teeth as he tore the foil packet open.
I nodded in understanding as he adjusted his weight to one arm, pushing himself up. I reached between us, taking his cock in my hand before he could put it on.
“Fuck, Lola, what are you—” August let out a sharp hiss, eyes fluttering closed as I began to stroke him.
“I want to feel you without anything between us first.” August didn’t protest, or even move as I ran my fingers over him, and around the head of his cock. I thought about taking him in my mouth, but I was pretty sure if I did that he wouldn’t last long enough for us to have sex.
Instead, I lifted my hips, my core still dripping with desire as I pressed myself against the underside of his impressive length. August’s eyes flew open, dropping to where we were pressed together.
“Lola…” he groaned.
“I won’t put it in. I just want you to feel how wet I am,” I said huskily.
August nodded slowly, and his hips bucked instinctively, causing his head to bump against my clit. I let out a needy moan, and August did it again. A dry little laugh left him as he repeated the movement a few more times.
“I can feel you trying to suck me in,” he breathed. “I need to be inside you.”
I lowered my hips back to the cushions as August rolled the condom on slowly, then positioned himself above me. One hand on his cock, guiding it, the other stretched over me to grip the armrest. He whimpered a bit as he ran the head up and down my entrance, pushing just slightly against me.
“Is this okay?” his words came out a staggered breath.
“Yes.” I murmured, running my fingertips over the taut muscles in his shoulders.
August’s eyes never looked so bright as they had the moment he pushed into me—slowly, reverently, like the moment offered him some sort of absolution for every sin he hadn’t committed.
He made a primal, euphoric sound as his mouth fell open. I dropped one foot off the side of the couch, trying to give him more room to move, the width of him causing so much pressure inside me it felt like I might be full of him forever.
I ran my fingers up his neck and into the nape of his hair. My eyes flickered between his, before he dipped, his mouth closing on mine in a desperate attempt to somehow be closer. I moaned against him.
It wasn’t enough to have him like this. I wanted more. I needed more.
I knew he felt it too, because he began to move then. He rocked his hips once, and both of us gasped at the deep, perfect stretch.
“Lola…” he breathed out. I could only nod as my heart beat wildly against its cage.
“I love you,” he said it like a prayer.
“I love you too,” I echoed, my voice breaking around the words.
His hips began to rock without pause then, and his mouth dropped to my jaw. “I love you,” he repeated firmly.
“I love you.” A hard, quick thrust.
“I love you.” Another, harder. Deeper.
“I’m so fucking in love with you.” His hips were pistoning against me then, the muscles in his arm straining above me as he gripped the couch. I wrapped both legs around him, dragging my nails over his shoulders.
“Fuck, I love you, August,” I gasped back, clinging to him. “Always.”
“Say it again,” he begged, his fingers digging into my hip as he pinned me against the couch cushions.
“Always August. I mean it. Haunt me if you have to, but I will always love you.” My nails dug deep into the muscles flexing in his back with every thrust.
He cupped my face as he kissed me fiercely. “I’ll haunt you. Every day of your life, Lola. You’ll never get over me. I won’t let you.” His kisses tasted like salt.
He drove into me only a moment longer until his hips faltered, and then slowed in a stuttering rhythm as August let out a sound that was half whimper half groan. His cock twitched inside me as he filled the condom before his body gave out, and his weight settled against me fully.
We laid like that for a long moment, panting and tangled with his head against my thumping chest before he broke the silence.
“Is it always like that?” he asked softly.
“Like what?” I asked, though I was sure I knew the answer.
“Heavenly,” he breathed out.
“No,” I said easily. “It’s never been like that for me.”