strangely. “Don’t want what to go away?”
“My orgasm.”
“Your orgasm goes away?”
I opened my eyes and peeked at him. “Well, let’s just say it’s only made a rare appearance during actual sex these last couple years. So when I feel one coming on, I—”
“You feel one coming on already?” The pride in his voice was unmistakable.
“Yes, so please don’t stop.” I kissed his chin, his jaw, his throat. “God, you smell good.” Burying my face in his neck, I breathed him in, digging my heels into the back of his thighs.
“Mia.” Lucas took my wrists and pinned them next to my ears on the pillow. “Look at me, please.”
“That’s not going to help me slow down.” But I looked up at his handsome face, my heart beating faster still as I took in the full lips, the straight nose, the long lashes.
“Listen. I don’t know what kind of assholes you’ve been with before, but I promise you, your orgasm will not only make an appearance tonight, it will be the star of the show.”
My nipples perked up even more. “Really?”
“Really.” He slid down my body, trailing kisses from my lips down the center of my chest to my belly button. Then he unbuttoned and unzipped my jeans, rubbing his mouth and chin back and forth just above the lace of my underwear. “In fact, I will venture to say that there may even be an encore or two.”
“Oh. My. God.” Yanking the pillow from beneath my head, I smushed it over my face before screaming into it. Loud.
The warm breath of Lucas’s laughter tickled low on my belly. “I haven’t even done anything yet.”
“Yes, you have.” My words were muffled by the pillow, so I lifted it up slightly and looked down at him. “Yes, you have. You have no idea.”
He smiled seductively before peeling my jeans and underwear all the way off, and I said a quick prayer of thanks that I’d kept my pre-wedding wax appointment. For the first time ever, I was totally bare.
“Just lie back and relax, love.” He slid my legs apart, planting a kiss on my left inner thigh, then my right. “Tell me if something feels good and scream all you want.”
My eyes were already rolling back in my head as I felt the tip of his tongue tracing the seam straight up my center. I clutched at the pillow over my face, clenching and unclenching my fingers as he did it again and again with slow, deliberate strokes. Then he flattened the entire velvet surface of his tongue on my tingling sex, licking me from bottom to top, savoring me as if I were the most delicious thing he’d ever tasted.
No one had ever, ever made me feel this beautiful, this cherished, this out of my mind with desire. Tucker had gone down on me a few times, but somehow it had always felt like he was doing me a favor, which made it less enjoyable. I mean, knowing that he was probably more worried about getting a wet spot on the bed than getting me to come took a little something away from the experience. And he was always so tentative—like he was afraid to really go for it.
But Lucas… Jesus Christ, Lucas was a new world.
I moaned into the pillowcase as he swirled the tip of his tongue around my clit, not on it directly, just teasing little circles that had blood rushing through my lower body, the muscles tightening with need. He kept taunting me that way until I couldn’t handle the ache any longer and I threw the pillow aside. “Lucas,” I begged.
But instead of hitting the target like I wanted him to, he slid one finger inside me, making me suck in my breath. “You taste so good,” he said, his voice low, almost a whisper. “Better than wine.”
Smiling, I exhaled. “Impossible.”
He slid a second finger in next to the first, moving them in some magical way that made my entire body nearly numb with pleasure, while his lips plucked softly at my hot, humming bundle of nerves.
I looked down at him, nearly losing control at the sight of his dark head between my thighs, at the playful but hungry way he
“My orgasm.”
“Your orgasm goes away?”
I opened my eyes and peeked at him. “Well, let’s just say it’s only made a rare appearance during actual sex these last couple years. So when I feel one coming on, I—”
“You feel one coming on already?” The pride in his voice was unmistakable.
“Yes, so please don’t stop.” I kissed his chin, his jaw, his throat. “God, you smell good.” Burying my face in his neck, I breathed him in, digging my heels into the back of his thighs.
“Mia.” Lucas took my wrists and pinned them next to my ears on the pillow. “Look at me, please.”
“That’s not going to help me slow down.” But I looked up at his handsome face, my heart beating faster still as I took in the full lips, the straight nose, the long lashes.
“Listen. I don’t know what kind of assholes you’ve been with before, but I promise you, your orgasm will not only make an appearance tonight, it will be the star of the show.”
My nipples perked up even more. “Really?”
“Really.” He slid down my body, trailing kisses from my lips down the center of my chest to my belly button. Then he unbuttoned and unzipped my jeans, rubbing his mouth and chin back and forth just above the lace of my underwear. “In fact, I will venture to say that there may even be an encore or two.”
“Oh. My. God.” Yanking the pillow from beneath my head, I smushed it over my face before screaming into it. Loud.
The warm breath of Lucas’s laughter tickled low on my belly. “I haven’t even done anything yet.”
“Yes, you have.” My words were muffled by the pillow, so I lifted it up slightly and looked down at him. “Yes, you have. You have no idea.”
He smiled seductively before peeling my jeans and underwear all the way off, and I said a quick prayer of thanks that I’d kept my pre-wedding wax appointment. For the first time ever, I was totally bare.
“Just lie back and relax, love.” He slid my legs apart, planting a kiss on my left inner thigh, then my right. “Tell me if something feels good and scream all you want.”
My eyes were already rolling back in my head as I felt the tip of his tongue tracing the seam straight up my center. I clutched at the pillow over my face, clenching and unclenching my fingers as he did it again and again with slow, deliberate strokes. Then he flattened the entire velvet surface of his tongue on my tingling sex, licking me from bottom to top, savoring me as if I were the most delicious thing he’d ever tasted.
No one had ever, ever made me feel this beautiful, this cherished, this out of my mind with desire. Tucker had gone down on me a few times, but somehow it had always felt like he was doing me a favor, which made it less enjoyable. I mean, knowing that he was probably more worried about getting a wet spot on the bed than getting me to come took a little something away from the experience. And he was always so tentative—like he was afraid to really go for it.
But Lucas… Jesus Christ, Lucas was a new world.
I moaned into the pillowcase as he swirled the tip of his tongue around my clit, not on it directly, just teasing little circles that had blood rushing through my lower body, the muscles tightening with need. He kept taunting me that way until I couldn’t handle the ache any longer and I threw the pillow aside. “Lucas,” I begged.
But instead of hitting the target like I wanted him to, he slid one finger inside me, making me suck in my breath. “You taste so good,” he said, his voice low, almost a whisper. “Better than wine.”
Smiling, I exhaled. “Impossible.”
He slid a second finger in next to the first, moving them in some magical way that made my entire body nearly numb with pleasure, while his lips plucked softly at my hot, humming bundle of nerves.
I looked down at him, nearly losing control at the sight of his dark head between my thighs, at the playful but hungry way he
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