I wandered back up to her lips, then whispered, “I know, baby. But, let me take my time and fuck you right, because tonight makes up for all the nights we’ve never had.”
22
In the game of football, Lucas Stone had several times been named MVP. Likewise, in the game of love and sex, he too was an MVP.
Most. Valuable. Pussylicker. He performed magical things with that mouth, giving me pleasure beyond my wildest fantasies, and I easily became addicted.
“Is this the lingerie you bought the other day?” He slid my panties off, tossing them onto the floor next to his boxer briefs. “Because if they are, note to self to buy you nothing but crotchless panties going forward.”
All I could do was simper and nod, catatonically high from the Big-O his gifted mouth had bestowed upon me. Besides that, Lucas Stone was naked, perfectly manscaped, and the size of his wood standing at full attention made my mouth water. Let it be known, I’d never blown a cock before, but staring at the thick and lengthy work of art, well, I had a sudden urge to become Pornstar Penny.
Climbing out of bed, I got straight to my knees, grabbing his rock-hard party favor, taking it into my mouth like a pro.
He glanced down at me, his dropped jaw accompanied by a set of raised brows. “Macy, what are you doing?”
Or, maybenotlike a pro, considering he felt the need to ask what I was doing.
Face hot as a furnace, I first felt embarrassed before growing quite offended. “I thought I’d give you oral…you know…like you’ve so selfishly given me.” I ran my tongue along his shaft, then circled the tip, remembering it was something a book heroine did in one of many sexy-time scenes I’d read in a beautifully crafted Avery Flynn novel.
Head back, eyes closed, he growled, “Fuck, Macy,” a reaction that quickly boosted my dwindling confidence.
When I was ready to take him into my mouth again, he stopped me. “Get up, baby.”
I stood, high heels wobbly as I steadied myself, embarrassment charging back like a bull chasing red. Unsure of what to say, I bit down on my lip, gaze focused on his chest, careful to avoid his eyes.
“Hey.” He raised my chin. “Look at me.”
My eyes flicked to his.
“You don’t know how many times I’ve fantasized about coming undone in your pretty mouth, these full, perfect-as-all-hell lips wrapped around my cock. But oral doesn’t always have to be reciprocated.” He ran the pad of his thumb along my sex. The only place I want my cock tonight, is deep inside of you.”
I needed a slap in the face,anythingto let me know I wasn’t dreaming. “Pinch me so I know this is real, thatyou’rereal.”
He chuckled. “Get back in bed, and I’ll poke you instead.”
I lay down, legs quivering, waiting for him to settle between them. I’d begun to feel nervous, butterflies wreaking havoc on my everything. Oral was one thing, but this? This was going to take our relationship to levels only in my dreams. They say sex can make or break a relationship, and while I had no doubts Lucas would be hot in bed, I was inexperienced in comparison, having morecontrolledsessions with my vibrator than the real deal.
He eased down beside me, rearranging the pillows as he sat up, back against the headboard. “I want you on top, riding me, taking me nice and slow.”
That surprised me, turned me on, somehow settled my nerves, and quelled my fears of the unknown.
Doing as I was told, I climbed on top, straddling him, palms resting on his strong chest for support as our lips met tenderly.
My body quivered as his hands glided up and down my back until they settled on my bare ass.
Back arched, my fingers dove through his hair, hips grinding into him, my sex more than ready to accept him.
“Baby,” he said, his teeth grazing my neck, “I can’t wait anymore, I need to be inside of you.”
“I thought we talked about the art of patience, Mr. Stone,” I teased.
He slapped my ass cheek then squeezed it, his mouth sucking on my lower lip. “Ride me, Ms. Sassy.”
Gaze locked on his hooded eyes, I rose up, letting him guide my hips down as I eased onto his thick cock, my breath hitching as he slid into me. God, he felt amazing as I rolled my hips, adjusting to his girth.
“Fuuuck, Macy,” he growled. “You feel so damn tight,sodamn good. So. Fucking. Good.”
I rode him, up, down, rocking, rolling, as our kisses went from passionate to needy.
