“Both. And that’s alright with me.”
He gripped my legs and pulled me to edge of the bed. I unbuttoned his jeans and pushed his pants and underwear down.Damn. This was the only part of him I hadn’t seen, thanks to that massage. And he didn’t disappoint. Not at all. It’d been so long, I didn’t know what I wanted to do first.
After a short internal debate, I leaned forward, took him into my mouth, and licked him from base to tip.
He groaned. “Shit.”
Keeping my eyes on him, I cupped his balls in my palm and sucked him in again. I repeated the motion again, then again, closing my eyes as the feel of him inside my mouth took over. I wanted to drive him as crazy as he was making me. Yet, before I could take him in once more, he stopped me.
Gripping my chin in his palm, he shook his head slightly. “I let you control the date. I’m in charge now.”
As disappointed as I was, I couldn’t do anything but fall back against the mattress and let him have his way with me. He started at my feet and kissed his way up my body to my breasts. He gave each of my breasts equal attention until I cried out his name and begged him for more. Every kiss, every brush of his hands against my sensitive skin, branded me. I was slowly unraveling, slowly letting him steal pieces of myself that had once been off limits.
“Lennox,” I breathed. Begging was not my thing, but a soft plea was on the tip of my tongue because I wanted him inside me, I wanted his body against mine.
“Open your eyes,” he commanded softly.
I did as I was told and met his waiting gaze. He gripped my hips, sinking inside me. Bending down, he brushed his lips over mine. It was so tender, so soft, I whimpered. Me? Whimper?
With his eyes on mine, he moved, out and in, over and over. Our slow, deliberate pace quickly turned fast and passionate—mouths fused together, arms wrapped around each other. When I climaxed, the force of my orgasm felt like it would split me in half.So good. And Lennox was next, growling out my name as he came.
Moments passed with no movement, no words. Finally, Lennox kissed my neck and rolled over on his back, pulling me into his arms. After-sex cuddling was a no-no for me, but I couldn’t stop myself from snuggling into him. I couldn’t stop myself from wanting more of him. And I couldn’t stop myself from laughing.
He pulled back and glanced at me, a frown on his face. “What’s funny?”
“Nothing.” I kissed his chin. “I was joking the other night, but now I can definitively say my punishment’s over, because I had yakandsex tonight.”
He chuckled, tracing my jawline with his finger. “You’re silly.”
“You can go ahead and say it now.”
“Say what?”
“That my date kicked ass. You loved every part of it.”
Smiling, he admitted, “It was cool.”
I raised a challenging brow. “Even the foot treatment?”
“Yes, even the foot treatment.”
“I think I deserve an award.”
He tapped my nose. “Don’t get carried away.”
“I’ll take breakfast tomorrow, though,” I added.
“Does that mean you’re not kicking me out in a few minutes?”
I gasped. “Oh shit, I forgot. You’re already past your twenty-minute limit.” He tickled me, and I cracked up. “Okay, okay. You can stay.”
“Good answer.”
Resting my head on his chest, I wrapped my arms around his waist. Time stretched on, and I made no move to get up or make an excuse for him to leave. I was content to lie there, to let him hold me. Because for the first time in a long time, I wanted to be held.
Chapter 9
Do What You Do
