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Without hesitation, without waiting, without thinking things through, I jump up into his arms and I wrap my legs around Lawrence. He kisses me instantly, pulling me close, holding me tight.
He doesn’t say a fucking word. He just kisses me like he means it, like I need it. We both need it. There is no more holding back, no more questioning this, no more thinking. There’s just passion and need. There’s just him and me and this moment.
I wrap my arms around him, pressing my body tighter to him. I need to be closer. Just closer. I reach for him, kissing him, owning this moment because I’ve been waiting for something like this my entire life. I just didn’t know it until now.
Lawrence moves, carrying me from the kitchen. I think he’s going to head upstairs to one of the bedrooms, but instead, he brings me to the living room, places me gently on the couch, and starts pulling my clothes off.
I kiss him as his hands tug at my shirt and pants. Somehow, he doesn’t seem to break the kiss even as he undresses me, and before I know it, I’m naked on the couch. He kisses my neck, my collarbone, my chest. I reach for him and Lawrence moves onto the couch with me. He runs his tongue over my skin and my heart soars.
I feel full.
I feel complete.
I feel like no matter what happens next, everything’s going to be okay because me? I was brave enough to fucking try. I didn’t sit around feeling sorry for myself after my relationship soured. I didn’t lay on the couch watching sappy movies or wondering what I did wrong. I didn’t do anything wrong. My mistake was getting into a relationship with someone who didn’t care about me.
Now I know better.
Now things will never be the same.
His hands are everywhere, but so are his lips, and I close my eyes. Lawrence is incredible. He’s sexy and smart and interesting. We had an incredible time talking last night and I feel like when we chat, our banter is just really fun and interesting.
We’ve only just met, but the connection I feel with him is strong enough to make me think there’s something to this mate thing.
“Julie,” he whispers.
“Lawrence.”
“I want you.”
“I want you, too,” I reach for him, pulling him close again. I kiss him, silencing him. He nips at me and pulls away. Then he strokes my cheek softly.
“Are you sure?” He whispers. “We don’t have to do this now, princess. We can slow down. We can take things slow.”
“I’ve been taking things slow my entire life, Lawrence. I’m ready for the fast lane. I’m ready for you.”
He bites my neck then, running his hands up and down my sides. My body fills with tension and pleasure as he moves over me. Lawrence makes me feel like I am a dragon princess. He might be the one with the wings, but in this moment, I swear that I’m soaring.
He thrusts inside of me, filling me. His lips never leave my skin as he makes love to me on the couch. It’s not rough or crazy or porn-staresque. It’s just us. It’s him and me and it’s everything I want.
It’s everything I need.
He kisses me over and over again, playing my body like he’s done this a thousand times before and as he touches me, hope fills me that we will do this a thousand times after. Lawrence really is my dragon dude. He really is incredible. And he makes me feel like the sexiest woman alive.
He reaches for my breasts, bouncing them in his hands before he teases my nipples. My body clenches, tightening around him. He groans, and I run my hands down his back before squeezing his ass and pulling him tighter, closer to me.
“You’re so fucking good,” I whisper, murmuring into his ear.
“You’re so tight,” he counters, thrusting into me again.
“Fuck,” I groan, and now I run my nails down his front, down those perfect fucking abs. I wrap my legs around him more tightly, forcing him deeper into me. “More,” I whisper. “More.”
He thrusts harder, faster, whispering to me as he makes love to me in the middle of his living room. He tells me how happy he is, how good I feel, how much he wants this, how much he needs it. He’s not only really fucking hot and good in bed, but his mouth is fucking delicious, too.
“Your pussy feels so damn good,” he tells me. “I can’t wait to taste you. I want to taste all of you,” he says.
“I want to taste you, too, baby. I want to get on my knees in front of you and just savor that fucking dick.”
“Yeah?”
