His eyes roll back in his head, and he starts panting. “Because that’s not how this is going to go. I’m getting you off first.”
I nibble on his ear. “Not if I get you off first.”
“It’s a competition you want then?” he asks, his words grating.
“One I’m going to win,” I say, legs trembling.
But the thing is, I have a feeling no matter how this goes, we’re both going to win.
“Come here,” he tells me, pulling my hand away from his cock.
I don’t know what he wants when he scoots back on the bed, but I climb on next to him. He’s a fast motherfucker, as he spins me around and positions me on top of him.
“Ride my face,” he groans.
Heat rolls through me, and I feel myself dripping. And then there’s the very obvious sound of him licking the drops. He leans up and presses his lips inside of me, then pulls me down.
The world goes white, then black. His mouth is inside of me after all this time. After feeling like I was so tight I was going to break, it is so intensely good that I feel like I can’t breathe. He takes his time licking me slowly, but it makes me wild. It makes me feel like I’m going to break.
Determined not to be the one who comes first, I grab ahold of his cock and then lower my mouth on top of him. He gasps against my pussy, and I grin, working him once more. I take him harder, faster, and deeper. His legs clench and unclench, moving up and down as he tries to retain control. The idea of making him feel like this turns me on even more, and I hear Lucien return to noisily licking me.
And… damn this guy knows what to do with his tongue. He teases and tempts every inch of me, making me feel hot enough to burn. His hands grip my thighs just below my ass, and he starts rocking me on top of him. Before I know what I’m doing, I’m grinding myself against his face, riding him just the way he wanted. And now I’m not just hot enough to burn, Iamburning. I’m on fire.
He suddenly finds my clit. Not like a man who couldn’t find it in the first place, but like a man who was waiting for this moment. He tongues it, starving for the taste of me, and I jerk and cry out, feeling like I’m coming undone. Then he sucks it, and everything unravels. I say his name around his cock and take him so deep that he hits the back of my throat.
His hands tighten around my thighs, and he comes into my mouth, shooting his seed straight into the back of my throat. He sucks harder on my clit and the world splits into a thousand pieces as my orgasm hits, and hits hard. I keep sucking him, tasting him, swallowing his seed as I fall apart against his mouth, losing all control.
Wave after wave hits me, and I don’t fight it. I let it sweep me away until I finally come back to my body. I’m a trembling mess on top of Lucien.
He only gives us a minute to lie there calmly before he flips me around, so that I’m on my back once more, and he’s on top. Leaning over me, I feel him, hard again, pressing against my thigh. His green eyes watch me, worship me, and I stare athim, wondering what more he could possibly want. Are we really going to go again? Already? I’m still shaking from the first time.
I’ve had orgasms in my life, but nothing like that.
His mouth rubs against my ear, and he says, “My bride, my Harper, I’m going to fuck you until I’m the only man you ever want to think about.”
It’s hard to drag in a breath. “That’s going to take a lot of work.”
He chuckles darkly, and it makes my nipples tighten. “I’m willing to put in the time.”
His hands run up and down my body, as if memorizing my every curve. His touch is soft and yet possessive. And as much as I hate to admit it, it does make me forget about the men from my past. For some reason, the only thing I can think about is him right now.
He moves down and begins to suck on one breast while playing with the other. His hands and mouth are as skilled on my breasts as they are everywhere else, and I try really hard not to think about where he got all his practice. I’ve always been open minded when it came to sex, so I don’t know where the jealous thoughts come from. It’s almost like I see him as mine, which I shouldn’t. Not really.
Stop thinking. Just focus on him and this moment.My head tilts back, and one of my hands buries into the back of his head as he moves from one breast to the other.
It just feels… good. Right. Like everything I’ve ever needed and more.
Nudging my thighs open wider with his legs, his cock moves until the head is just barely brushing inside my lips. It’s a tease. Another temptation. And I’m loving every second of it.
His lips break from my breast, and he asks, “Do you think you can handle me?”
The truth is, I don’t know. “I’ll figure it out.”
He chuckles and presses in deeper. “At least you’re ready. Damn it, Harper, are you always this wet? Or is it just for me?”
“Just for you,” I murmur.
He gives a small growl and says, “That’s the right answer.”
