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“I don’t have scissors.”
“In the top drawer of my nightstand.”
Leaning over, I pull it open and grab the pair I find. I start at the top and carefully snip inch by inch until I’ve cut down to her belly button.
“Help me tug them off,” she says, wiggling her hips.
I place the scissors on the nightstand before I grab hold of the material, yanking it down her legs.
Lucy giggles. “Hallefuckinglujah!”
“Naked at last,” I say, pouncing on top of her.
She squeals and then helps me remove my boxer briefs. I stare down into her eyes as I lower my body to hers, allowing our naked torsos to make contact. Her eyes flutter closed and then snap open when I lower my hips. She wraps her arms around me and neither of us moves as we learn the feel of the other’s body.
After a couple of minutes, I roll to my back, bringing her on top of me. “Get up here and sit on my face.”
“No, I’ll smother you.”
“I can’t think of a better way to go.” I smack my lips together. “I’m waiting.” When she doesn’t move quickly enough, I pick her up and place her where I want her. On my tongue.
“Oh, Niall.” Her head falls back.
“Ride my face,” I say. She grinds down, rocking her clit against my tongue. Leaning forward, she clutches the headboard, watching me as I lick every inch of her pussy. She tastes so fucking good. Her arousal has a hint of sweetness, just like the woman herself.
Lucy shifts her weight, reaching behind her to grip my cock.
I gasp. “Oh fuck.”
She strokes me from the base to my pre-cum-leaking tip. Her thumb spreads the moisture around the head, making my stomach muscles clench. Her strokes are sure and strong as she moves up and down my length. If she keeps touching me, I’m going to blow before I even get inside her. For months, my hand has been the only one taking care of the job.
“Ride my cock,” I say, shifting her down my torso.
Straddling my hips, she grips my cock in her fist. My teeth clench. I’ve wanted her touch for what feels like forever—I’ve even dreamt about it. But nothing has prepared me for the exquisite feeling when she guides me to her entrance and slowly slides down my length.
“Fuck.” I groan. She’s squeezing me so tightly. Clutching her hips, I guide her movements. She rocks her curvy hips, taking every inch of my cock along with whatever remains of my heart. Nothing comes close to matching the ecstasy of being wrapped in her hot, wet channel. And watching her pussy swallowing my cock is the hottest thing I’ve seen.
Sliding one of my hands from her hip, I lick my thumb and press it to her clit. Finding it swollen and needy for my touch, I rub circles on the bundle of nerves. Lucy moans her approval as she continues riding me, her hips rippling like waves on the sea.
“I’m close,” she whispers. My thumb moves faster. Her head drops back, and her mouth parts as she unravels. Legs trembling and body shivering, I watch her orgasm travel through her with a series of tremors and feel her pussy clenching down on my cock. I can’t hold my release back any longer. I explode inside her with a hoarse shout, and my orgasm feels like it’s never going to stop. When it finally does, I close my eyes and go limp, stretched out on the bed.
“Are you alive?” Lucy asks, walking her fingers up my stomach to my chest.
“Not sure. Think I may have died and gone to Heaven.”
She laughs. “As amazing as that was, I can’t wait to do it again.”
Raising my head, I look at her. “You don’t mean soon, right?”
Is that bacon I smell?The thought registers in my head before my eyes pop open. The other side of Lucy’s bed is empty, and I definitely smell bacon. As much as I would’ve enjoyed waking up in bed with her next to me, I could use something to eat.
I jump out of bed, and after a quick visit to the bathroom, I head to the kitchen to find Lucy. She’s wearing my hoodie and possibly nothing else. With only her bare legs showing, it’s sexy as fuck. I push down on my semi-hard cock. I just had her a handful of hours ago and already want her again. But now that I know what being inside her feels like, I want to take up permanent residence in her pussy.
She reaches up into the cabinet while humming a song. It takes a few seconds before I recognize it as “Brown Eyed Girl,” and my lips curve. She places two mugs on the counter, and I stalk toward her. My hands grip the counter on both sides of her, caging her between myself and the lower cabinets.
“Good morning, beautiful.”
She looks over her shoulder and sends a beaming smile my way. “Good morning, handsome. How do you like your coffee?”
