All of this is part of‘The Hallmark Maneuver.’
I step over to the sofa and place her down on top of it with my lips attached to hers. Somehow, I shuffle out of myjacket, throwing it behind me. I hear the crash of a vase, but we don’t separate as I move in over her because we’re too lost in the moment. Her fingers make their way to my shirt, slowly unbuttoning it, one by one. Even though our kiss is heated, it’s like we’re taking this much slower than the last time we were together, which seems so long ago.
We were discussing the possibility of moving in together.
I told her I loved her.
A great deal has happened since then.
But I can’t focus on that right now.
Right now, I need to get her out of this damn dress.
Her hands manage the last button on my shirt, and she slides it over my shoulders. It falls to the floor as I pull her up from the sofa, a slight squeal leaving her mouth. I fall back against the cushions in a seated position with her straddling me. And fuck if it isn’t the sexiest position she’s ever been in.
Her eyes meet mine, her fingers trailing down my abs, my muscles tightening with her wandering hands. Our breaths are coming in and out like pants while my hands slide up her gorgeous thighs. She’s so fucking perfect as she grinds down on my already rock-hard cock.
A low growl erupts from my chest as my hands slide up her hips, taking her dress with me. I ease the fabric up and over her head. Her arms move to aid me in the removal, leaving her in just her underwear, which matches her personality—totally chaotic. She’s wearing a leopard-print bra and lacy purple panties today.
So fucking mismatched.
So fucking perfect.
“You’re stunning,” I murmur, then lean in, planting a hard kiss on her collarbone at the same time as my hands snake around her back to unclip her bra. It flings free, falling as my lips travel down, taking her taut bud in my mouth. I suck on hernipple, biting the nub between my teeth. She moans, her fingers threading through my hair as her head flies back in delight.
The crack and pop of the fire make the room sound like something from an old romance movie. The way Lyric’s moving on top of me is working me up so much I feel like I might explode if I don’t get inside of her soon.
Suddenly, Lyric hops off me, my mouth popping from her nipple as she slides onto the floor in front of me. The gleam in her eyes tells me she’s up to no good.
“What are you—” My words catch in my throat as her hands move to my belt, my eyes open wide as she stares at me.
I knowexactlywhat she’s doing. I sink back into the sofa, my hands moving up behind my head as I let her take charge. Her fingers make quick work of my belt and zipper. I lift my ass off the sofa as she yanks my suit pants down, then off. I kick them away along with my shoes while Lyric takes a moment to admire my length.
“Damn, I’ve missed you,” she says, staring right at my cock.
I let out a small laugh. “I hope you’re talking about me and not just my cock, Starlight?”
Her eyes shift up to meet mine. “Potato, po-tah-to.” She smirks as her hands run up my thick thighs, her head leaning in toward my already throbbing cock. I’ve needed this for so long. All those nights wanting more than anything to be inside of her, to feel her touch, her warmth. I need this woman more than I’ve needed anything in this world.
Does that make me soft?
Does it make me weak?
Probably.
But I’d rather be weak and with her than strong and face a world without her in it.
She licks her lips, my cock twitching at the sight. She’s so fucking gorgeous like this. Tits pressed together as she sits onher knees in front of me. I need a picture of her like this on my phone to stare at when I’m at work. I make a mental note to get one later.
One hand moves in, cupping my balls. I close my eyes at the feeling. It sends a wave of euphoria through me as I glance down to see her mouth coming for the tip of my cock.
Yes.
Her supple lips wrap around my head, the silky warmth envelops my cock, and I let out a loud gasp.
Lyric will be my undoing, I know it.
She slowly slides down, edging her way, slower, slower, inch by inch, making all my muscles tense with the overwhelming feeling of adrenaline she’s sending through me.
