35. Lee #4
Van’s hands slid up my thighs and locked around my hips while I sat there for a second, full as hell and catching my breath under the weight of his stare.
“That’s it,” he said, his voice low. “Take what you been begging me for.”
I put my hands on his chest and started moving, slow at first while I figured out exactly what felt good. Van let me find my rhythm without rushing me, his hands sliding over my hips while he watched.
Once I found the angle I wanted, I stopped being careful, and his grip tightened.
“Yeah,” he said quietly. “Right there.”
I kept going, letting myself enjoy the way he looked at me and the way his hands moved over my body like he had been waiting just as long for this as I had. When I reached for my breast, Van’s eyes followed my hand before he sat up and pulled me against him.
He took my nipple into his mouth again, and that was almost enough by itself. I wrapped my arms around his shoulders while he held me close, his mouth moving over my skin as the pressure inside me kept building.
“Van…”
He lifted his head. “I know, baby.”
Something about that low, calm voice damn near finished me. Van wrapped one arm tighter around my waist while I kept moving, even when my legs started shaking.
“Ride this dick, baby,” he said against my ear. “Get what you need.”
I held onto his shoulders and did exactly that.
“That’s it.” His hand tightened on my hip. “Use me.”
I buried my face against his neck, getting closer with every movement.
“Come on, baby,” he murmured. “Get yours.”
That pushed me right over the edge. After all that damn teasing, I finally got to cum on his dick like I’d been wanting to all night. My rhythm fell apart, but Van held onto me and kept me moving through it while my legs shook underneath me.
“There you go,” he murmured. “That’s my girl.”
I stayed against his neck, completely gone, until the last of it passed and I finally sagged against him, spent.
I barely had time to catch my breath before Van slid his hands under my thighs and flipped me onto my back.
“Van…”
He settled between my legs while I was still trying to get myself together.
“I’m not done with you yet.”
His hand slid under my thigh and pulled my leg higher around him before he kissed me.
“Been waiting too damn long to have you like this.”
He started moving again before I could answer, and I wrapped my arms around his neck as his breathing grew heavier against my mouth. This time, he wasn’t teasing me or stopping when I got close. I could feel all that control he’d had earlier starting to slip.
“Fuck, Leona.” His voice came out rough. “You feel too damn good.”
I pulled him closer. “Get yours, baby.”
His grip tightened around my thigh. “Tell me you love me.”
“I love you, Evander.”
“Again.”
“I love you.”
Van kissed me hard, and I knew the second he finally let go. His whole body tightened against mine, and that laid-back shit disappeared completely for a few seconds while I held onto him and let him have his.
When he finally rested his forehead against mine, both of us were breathing hard.
“Fuck,” he murmured. “I love your ass.”
I laughed and kissed him.
Van stayed there for a minute while we both caught our breath, then finally eased away from me to deal with the condom. When he came back, his eyes went to the clock.
“You said Myles staying gone till tomorrow?”
“Yep.”
His attention shifted toward the nightstand, and I followed his gaze to the condoms.
“Again?”
Van looked back at me. “You had me waiting a long time, baby. I’m just making up for lost time.”
I giggled and pushed at his chest. “Let me at least go turn the oven off. I was trying to keep the food warm.”
“Go ahead.”
My legs were still a little shaky when I got out of bed and headed for the kitchen. I had barely turned the oven off when Van came up behind me.
“You could’ve stayed in the room.”
Instead of answering, he wrapped his arms around my waist and lifted me clean off the floor.
“Van, what are you doing?”
He sat me on the counter and stepped between my legs.
Apparently I had only been allowed out of the bedroom long enough to save dinner.
Van kissed me, his hands sliding up my thighs as he pulled me closer to the edge of the counter. My legs opened around him without me even thinking about it, and he stepped between them, one hand settling at my waist while the other stayed on my thigh.
The kiss got deeper, and I wrapped my arms around his neck, pulling him closer until my legs were locked around his hips. At that point, I had completely forgotten about the food sitting behind me.
Van broke the kiss just enough to look at me.
“Look at me.”
I did.
“I love you, Leona.”
Something about him saying my whole name with me sitting on the kitchen counter and my legs wrapped around him damn near took me out.
“I love you too, Evander.”
Van pulled me closer, his mouth near mine.
“You know I’m gon’ marry you one day, right?”
I looked him dead in his face. “You real sure of yourself.”
“Very.”
I tightened my legs around him and smiled.
“Good, ’cause I don’t think I’m ever gon’ be able to let this dick go.”