Chapter 7
LYNN
Why do I love it so much when Ansel gives me one of his gentle commands like that?
I guess I like being guided.
It's impossible to believe that this is actually happening. The most incredible man I've ever known, the most gorgeous man I've ever seen, looks up at me with pure unabashed delight in his eyes as he wriggles his tongue through my folds, savoring every drop of my juices.
The way he cares for me is intoxicating. He's so sweet that it helps me let go.
My brain turns off again, like flipping a switch. The pressure of his tongue, so firm and wet as he circles my clit, makes me twitch and quiver, reveling in every single stroke and touch. His finger slips inside, filling me, but not too much.
I know why he's not plunging in deeper. He wants to save that moment for when he's on top of me and it's not his finger there.
Me too.
His tongue moves faster, lapping at my little button until my fingers clench the sheets, my spine twisting and tensing. The heat coiled in my lower belly is like a weight, pushing down, down, waiting to spring open and overtake me.
My lips fall open, sputtering, crying out as my breath rasps unevenly. Ansel's free hand caresses my hip soothingly, telling me without words to relax. To let the inevitable happen.
The orgasm shoots through me on a shivering inhale, my body splayed like a starfish across the bed as I writhe in pleasure, calling out his name. His eyes sparkle as he continues licking, caressing, working every single drop of my pleasure to the surface.
When I finally grow still, Ansel licks his finger clean, then crawls over me with a satisfied smile. "You're way too sexy for your own good," he murmurs, kissing all around my throat, waiting for me to catch my breath completely.
Slipping my hand into the back of his hair, I guide his mouth to mine.
Everything feels so natural. Undeniable.
His body moves into place, caging me with his arms, his huge frame making me feel small, protected.
I feel the weight of his huge shaft, hot and heavy against my hip bone.
Then he moves, slipping it between my legs, gently nudging the head against my swollen, overstimulated clit.
"Do you want more, Lynn?"
"Yes."
"Do you want all of me?"
Grasping his face in my palms, I nod our heads together. "Yes."
Even with a beard, his grin is absolutely boyish. "Good. Because I've needed you from the split second I saw you."
The idea of a man like him needing me makes my calves quiver. My legs spread wider as I rub against him, needing to feel him inside me. The thick, round head slips down toward my wet inner lips, and we both moan.
Then his head jerks up. "Wait." Reaching into the nightstand, he pulls out a foil packet. He kneels up as I watch with curiosity while he rolls on a condom.
"I will never forget to take care of you, baby," he murmurs, as his lips brush mine. "Never."
I can feel the truth in his touch. In the way he eases his thickness inside so slowly. Even with my heart pounding in my ears, I hear every one of his breaths as they become tense, strictly controlled.
With my mind checked out and all physical sensations on overload, my emotions jump up into the spotlight. I feel so close to him. Not just as his hard flesh stretches me wide open, but in the way he is so sweet to me.
I've always wondered what falling in love felt like. Now I know. It's hundreds of tiny gestures and caresses that add up to something wonderful.
He's practically shaking as he tries so hard to be gentle. He barely pushes, letting gravity do the work as his heavy length sinks deeper. Rocking my hips slightly, I try to pull him in, but he's just so big it's difficult to relax.
"That's far enough for now," he murmurs, even though he's barely two inches inside me.
His short, smooth strokes feel so good that I want more. I want all of him.
We sink into a kiss so wet and hot and desperately frantic that I don't even realize my thighs have raised up and locked around his waist until my ankles are crossed behind his hips. Every nerve ending in my body is singing, overloaded, begging for more.
"You feel so beautiful, baby," he murmurs. "Is this too much?"
Looking up at him, I gave him a saucy smile. "More."
His gaze darkens, his hand scooping underneath me to arch my body against his. "This isn't enough for you? Greedy girl."
"Yes, but you love it."
I certainly didn't mean to use that word at a time like this, but his eyes soften, nodding. "Yes," He says softly. "I do love it."
His muscles flex, easing his hips downward, pressing firmly as he sinks deeper inside me. Oh my… Wow. I keep thinking that I can't possibly handle any more, but after a few slow, smooth strokes, I can.
"More."
Ansel hesitates. "I'm terrified I might hurt you, baby."
What can I possibly say to get him to stop being sweet for just a couple of seconds? "I think you said something about wanting to take care of me," I whisper. "Well, this is one way you can take care of me."
Tightening my legs around him, I try to pull him deeper. He's too strong for me, but he gets the message. "Take a deep breath," he gently commands.
I inhale, my breasts firmly rubbing against his chest. "Now exhale," he says, staring deeply into my eyes as he thrusts deep, the feeling of being stretched so wide so intense that my thighs clench, fingers digging into the back of his shoulders.
After a few long, slow strokes, I can tell from his altered blinking that it feels incredible for him.
What a strange thing to be proud of. That my body is satisfying his. Yet I am.
"How do you feel, baby?"
"Amazing." My hands flatten against his skin, encouraging him to keep going. "This time the fire isn't chasing the squirrels. I'm chasing the fire."
His pace increases as he smiles. "Baby, that is the sexiest thing I've ever heard you say."
I can feel the tension burning all throughout my hips, gathering steam as the pressure builds.
Everything is blurry and soft as my senses amplify, especially at every point where his cock makes contact inside me, where his fingers grip me firmly as he keeps me pinned in place, starting to drive harder, deeper.
"I said something sexy," I murmur. "Now it's your turn." His eyes blaze as I add, "I'm new to this, so let me know how it feels for you."
Even at a time like this, I can't help being curious.