39. Chapter 39
LONDYN
SEAN'S MOUTH IS DEVOURING MINE while my hands trail down to the waistband of his sweats. "You don't have to be so careful with me now."
His gaze darkens as his pupils widen, revealing more black. "You sure?"
"Uh-huh. I can handle more. I want more. I want to feel the full force of what you want." I dip my fingers into his sweats, brushing against the smooth skin where he's shaved.
He groans as I wrap my fingers around his hardening length. After a few strokes, his cock twitches under my touch. The muscles of his chest tense and relax as he breathes heavily. "If you need me to stop, say 'red' and I will."
"I know. I trust you completely. That's why it's okay. I want this."
His brow peaks like a tether pulling the anticipation between us tighter. "You're telling me you want me to fuck you?"
My mouth is against his ear. "Fuck me with everything you have. I'm ready for it."
Sean groans. It's the sound of a storm building in the depths of his being, a primal growl that makes me clench my thighs like my body is bracing for everything he has to give.
He gathers our plates off the coffee table and sets them on the floor.
Then he sweeps a few books and coasters off.
He lifts me from the couch so swiftly that I yelp.
He deposits me on the low table and slips my sleep shirt off my body.
I'm completely exposed and my legs tremble from the cool wood against my thighs.
This is exactly what I crave. I've sensed this raw energy in Sean for weeks, but I knew the tender parts of him were holding it back for my sake. Today, I want to see it all and feel his power wash over me. It's taken time to reach this point, but I am so ready.
He steps aside, his eyes consuming me. "First, show me how much you want this."
I lean back on the table, spreading my legs a few inches. Cool air washes over me, but it's the force of his gaze that makes me shiver. He reclines on the couch, and I see the hard outline of him through his sweats. He grips himself through the fabric as he watches me.
"Show me."
I open my legs wider.
"Everything."
I slide a hand down my stomach and through the wetness that's already pooling between my thighs.
Then I use my fingers to spread myself, revealing my opening.
With my other hand, I rub circles around my clit and bite back a moan as he strokes himself slowly through his sweats.
My fingers dip inside and a needy moan escapes me.
He leans forward to capture my wrist gently, then he moves my fingers to his mouth. After cleaning them off thoroughly with his tongue, he reclines again to lazily stroke himself.
"I need a better view. Turn around."
I shift onto my knees on the table, which is just wide enough to hold me. The position feels so filthy and animalistic, but I lower my arms, leaving my ass in the air facing him. I widen my legs so everything is spread open for him to enjoy.
I rub myself from behind, feeling how slick and ready I am. Then I gasp, my fingers working furiously as I arch my back.
"You're making a mess." There's a barely-restrained hunger in his voice.
I rock against my own hand, needing so much more. "Please."
He lowers himself behind me. His hands grip my hips as his mouth covers my pussy. He groans as he tastes me, his tongue tracing up and down to get as much of me as he can. There's nothing careful about it, nothing gentle, and I'm falling apart.
He pauses to nip one of my ass cheeks, his breath hot on my skin. "Color?"
"Green," I moan, almost collapsing from the need.
Sean dives back in, his lips and tongue relentless. The pleasure builds and builds, everything spiraling out of control. He presses two fingers inside me, rubbing hard against that spot that makes my vision blur, and I'm right there, trembling, so close to—
He withdraws abruptly and I cry out. He lifts me off the table and turns me to face him. His eyes are wild, his mouth glistening, and I know he's only just started.
He positions me so I'm laying across the length of the coffee table, my head hanging over one edge. I'm completely exposed and vulnerable in a way I never thought I could be again, and it makes my pulse race.
Sean kneels over me and pushes the waistband of his sweats down. His thick cock springs free. "Color."
I run my tongue over my lower lip just thinking where he might want to put that cock. "Green."
He moves his length closer and I happily open my mouth. Soon, the tip is hitting the back of my throat while I squirm.
He pulls out. "I'm going to swat your pussy while you swallow me. Tell me a color for that."
"Yes," I gasp. "Yes. Green."
He grips my hair to hold me in place and presses himself to my lips again. I open wide and he fills my mouth, his tip hitting the back of my throat and then sliding down further. I gag once, water pooling in my eyes, and then relax as he works himself in and out.
As I'm focused on the wonderful feeling of taking his hardness as deep into my throat as I can, his hand swats my clit. It's sharp, a stinging bite of pleasure that jolts through my entire body as I choke on his length.
I squirm and he pulls out, pausing to study me. "Color?"
I catch my breath, wiping moisture off my cheeks, and take a few moments to really check in. The light swat felt great, but it was a jolt, something my body hasn't been able to handle in a very long time.
He bends forward to kiss my forehead, some of his 'Sir' energy flowing away as he checks to see if I'm alright. "Londyn? How you doing, beautiful?"
"Green. It felt good. I need more. Please."
He kisses me and it's a new sensation since we're facing different directions. But I like it. I love him. I break the kiss and reach back for his hardness, encouraging him closer. In seconds, I'm choking again on that amazing girth, loving every inch, and my body feels like it's ready to combust.
He swats me lightly between the legs again, and I gasp around him. He does it again and again, and I'm right there, right on the edge. It's intense, overwhelming, and I just need—
He pulls out and spins me around on the table, positioning his hips between my legs.
I'm panting, desperate. "God, Sean—"
He thrusts inside me in one hard push that makes me cry out from the rush of pleasure. He's assertive, relentless, fucking me with everything he has, just as I craved. I'm clinging to him, my nails digging into his skin as he drives me higher and higher.
His jaw is tight, his dark brown eyes locked on mine. "Londyn," he grits out, and I can feel him losing control.
He slows just enough to keep me from tipping over the edge of pleasure. His fingers dig into my hips, and I can tell he's holding himself back, wanting just a bit more fun.
"Swallow me," he demands and I nod.
I'm spun around the table once more, head hanging back, mouth open and eager.
He grips my hair and drives into my mouth. I relax my throat as he thrusts between my lips. I'm so close, so goddamn close.
He swats at my clit a few times and then fucks me with three fingers. My hands grip the sides of his muscular thighs and they tense under my touch, his groans deepening, the sound vibrating through me. With a louder grunt, he spills down my throat and I swallow.
I come hard, my entire body shaking, his cock pulsing in my mouth. He holds me there, letting me take every last bit of him, as his hands rub between my legs to prolong my ecstasy.
It feels endless, a tornado that leaves me obliterated and blissful, until finally he pulls out slowly, letting me catch my breath. I collapse on the table, completely undone.
As I'm still trembling and coming back to my senses, he lifts me into his arms.
"Okay?" His lips brush my hair.
"Uh-huh," I manage, my voice ragged and hoarse. "So very okay."
He carries me to the bathroom and sets me down to start the shower.
I watch the muscles in his back move, the way his skin stretches as he leans in to adjust the water.
Being completely cared for by him after giving him my body, heart, and soul leaves me breathless yet utterly fulfilled.
He tests the temperature, then lifts me into his arms and brings us both under the stream.
I lower my legs and stand as the warm water pours over me, washing away everything except the feel of Sean's body. He reaches for the soap and lathers his hands, working it into my skin. I'm boneless, softened under his touch.
"Londyn?"
"Mmm?"
He slides his hands through my hair, massaging my scalp. "That felt great."
I let out a small laugh. "Yes, it did. It definitely did." My words slur slightly and I yawn.
He kisses me. "Maybe we should get you to bed. You're still healing."
I don't want to admit it, but he's right. I'm so blissed-out and spent that I can barely stand. He turns off the water and dries me with a towel before wrapping one around his waist. He picks me up again, cradling me as precious cargo.
"You're going to spoil me," I say.
"Good."
He carries me to the bed and lays me down, slipping in beside me so I can lay against his chest. I breathe him in. Everything feels complete, like the world could end right now and I wouldn't care.
"That wasn't too much?"
"No," I say, sinking into him. "It was perfect. I love you more for it."
He holds me tighter, and I lose myself in the steady rhythm of his heartbeat.
But before I can let him soothe me into sleep, there's one more thing, something that's been poking the back of my thoughts. I'm a little worried to say it, but I have to. "We haven't been using protection."
He presses his lips to my temple. "I know."
"You know?"
"Yeah."
"I'm not on birth control."
"I'm okay with that."
As I drift to sleep, I realize I'm okay with it too.