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“Baby, you don’t have to.”
“Oh, but I do,” she said and bit her plump bottom lip. “I’m selfish. This one’s for me too.” With a few movements, she freed me and urged my hips up so she could pull my jeans away. Without hesitation, she held me at the root, caressing the crown with her lips.
Exposed, the cool air contrasted in the sexiest way with the velvet heat of her tongue as she licked and nipped and massaged. Lost in the sensual feel of her warm mouth, I was immersed in the vision before me. The fall of her hair and the blush of her cheek in the moonlight.
Then she took me inside all the way to the back of her throat.
“Fuck.” I hissed. Her free hand held my balls with teasing pulls and gentle strokes. I watched as she slid her tongue along my sensitive underside before swallowing me down again. The give-and-take between cool and warm ignited the sizzle at the base of my spine, signaling this would be over soon.
I watched as she responded to my rhythm. Her arousal lingered on my fingers, and I raised my hand to breathe her in. Her scent, her strength, her demands, and her softness all slammed into me.
“Jo,” I panted my warning. “I’m gonna come.”
“Yes, Lucas, yes,” she whispered against me before sucking me in again, her cheeks hollowing out. My favorite words, and she knew it. Three more sucks, and that was it. White lights and heat exploded as she took me down.
26
JO
I openedthe cupboard looking for the dark chocolate bars I told Lucas to keep on hand for a dessert complement to red wine. Our dinner, a rich vegetable lasagna with a creamy tomato sauce, was delicious and filling. Dessert would be lighter. “Where’s the chocolate? Did you eat it already?”
Lucas stood behind me and reached above to the top shelf. “Here, baby.” He pulled down two organic dark chocolate bars with one hand while the other one snaked around my waist. His soft lips whispered up my neck and across my ear. I loved when he called me baby. I know, infantilizing was fraught. I’m a grown woman. But, damn, my sex hadn’t gotten the message.
He sucked in air like he always did when his nose met my neck, and my nipples were immediately hard. Another dinner at his house. It was becoming our usual thing.
“You look beautiful tonight. Can I touch you?” he asked.
I grinned, teasing him. “Yes, Lucas, yes.” He loved it when I said that, and I loved the spark in his eyes and the bulge in his pants it inspired.
He growled, this one loud and deep in his chest. “Baby, you have no idea how much I like it when you say that.” He pushed his hardness into my backside. I had some idea. I was burning for him and spending a lot more time with my vibe since that first dinner at his house. My pulse surged at the thought of fuck hot Lucas having to do the same because of me.
“I’m ready for dessert,” he said.
Without loosening his hold, he pulled me back toward the island and stepped in front of me. His hands on my waist, he lifted me to sit on the cool stone counter. The cold meeting the heat between my legs sent a bolt to my clit.
“Counters are for glasses, not asses.” I bit my lip and feigned my best vixen-being-coy expression.
“These are my counters, and your sweet ass is more than welcome anytime.”
He stood between my legs, took the chocolate, and placed it on the counter next to my thigh. He held my face in both hands while he kissed me. First soft, as he brushed his nose across my skin and kissed my cheeks, my temples, and my jaw. Then his lips covered mine, and I opened for him, suddenly hungry again.
He pulled me to him, opening my legs as he leaned into the island. I smoothed my palms over his shoulders and into his hair. Another slim skirt created a challenge to lining up his impressive length with my aching center. I wrapped my legs around his hips to urge him closer, the heels of my riding boots brushing his solid backside.
His tongue tangled with mine as he deepened the kiss, and I arched my back to press my hard nipples into his chest. The friction of the fabric sent electric bolts of pleasure through me, and Lucas groaned. That groan made me bold, and I pushed my chest to his again, letting him feel my fullness against his hard body. I may still be struggling with confidence about him seeing my naked curves, but dressed on his counter with that noise in my ear, I flaunted them.
Slipping his hands under the hem of my skirt, his fingertips danced up the sides of my thighs, bringing my skirt with them while he kissed and sucked the skin below my ear and down my neck. I was a series of electric currents, pulsing and bright.
His hands inched higher until they lifted my ass to slide under and around my hips, hiking my skirt around my waist. Lucas’s fingers grazed the thin strings at my hip, then slid around to caress the hollows of my low back.
“How much do you love these panties?”
“What?” My voice sounded distant, breathless.
“Do they have sentimental value? A special name? Because if not, I am going to rip them off you.”
My breath was heaving now. “No, I don’t … name my underwear.” I clutched his shoulders and pulled myself against him. As we moved together, the thin strip of my thong enhanced the friction. Then, I felt the tug and heard the snap of ripping fabric as Lucas literally tore my panties off and pulled me closer, his hands back to cupping my ass cheeks on each side.
“Lean back baby, on your elbows.” I did it. No other choice. I would do whatever he asked, and the look in his eyes as he hovered above me showed he knew it.
