I pull away from him long enough to say, “Then come.”
“As much as I love having your mouth on me, I’ve thought about fucking you for longer than I’d like to admit. I want to be inside of you.”
I hum, acknowledging his words but not bothering to pull away. Not until I feel his grip on my thighs tighten and his hips jerk up like he can’t himself. It’s then that I decide to put the poor guy out of his misery—for now—and pull away.
I flip back around so that I’m now straddling him, my hands resting on his chest to keep myself steady as I lean down to kiss up his chest.
“How long?” I pull my dress over my head, discarding it somewhere in the dimly lit room. The dull overhead light casting soft shadows along Lucas’s skin.
Lucas swallows, hands taking advantage of my now completely bare skin. “What?”
I nibble on his neck, lightly rocking my hips against his. “How long have you thought about fucking me, Lucas?”
His laugh is almost painful. Pathetic.
It sends a wave of tingles up my spine and straight down to between my legs.
“Would it be bad if I said from the moment I laid my eyes on you?”
My lips gently swipe over his, purposely keeping the movement brief just to feel the way Lucas tenses every time he thinks I’ll finally bring my lips to his.
“It’d only be bad because you didn’t do it sooner.” I finally kiss him again, his lips quickly moving against mine. Wet, sloppy, and hungry.
I nip at his bottom lip, the tip of my tongue smoothing over the skin. I yelp when Lucas hooks his arms under my legs and moves me so that I’m now on my hands and knees, facing the headboard. The effortlessness of it has me pushing my hips back into his as he settles behind me. A string of curse words leaveshis lips while his hand runs up my spine, then down to my ass before pulling his hand away just for him to bring it back with a slap.
I choke on my words and I clench around nothing when he does it again. And again. Until the skin there now stings and is sensitive to touch. My forehead drops down onto the now rumpled sheets when Lucas reaches around my waist, his fingers drawing circles against me, feeling how wet I am.
He swears under his breath and I’m about to curse him out when I feel him pull away but when I turn my head, he’s hurriedly discarding his jeans and boxers. I don’t move from my spot as I watch him flip his wallet open to pull out a condom.
A tiny laugh escapes me.
Lucas looks at me as he rips the package open with his teeth, an eyebrow arched.
“You always this prepared, Callahan?”
He shakes his head while rolling the condom onto his seemingly now painfully hard cock. I almost feel bad for making him wait so long but then again, where’s the fun in giving in so soon?
“I only ever put one in my wallet when I know you’ll be around,” he admits.
There is literally no way one man can be this perfect but I guess if it had to be anyone, it makes sense Lucas is one of them.
He takes his spot behind me, hands resting on my waist and lips pressing open-mouthed kisses along my spine. My patience begins to grow thin as he runs his tip along my entrance.
I groan into the mattress. “Just fuck me, Lucas.”
In one fluid motion, Lucas sinks himself into me with the confidence of a man who knows how to give it rough when it’s needed. And right now I need every fucking inch. As if he knows this, Lucas pushes all the way until he bottoms out.
The thickness of him not only floods my walls but my senses too. He remains still inside me, thick and warm. Stretching me out in the most delicious way I’ve ever experienced.
He chuckles. Deep and amused. I wiggle against him, needing to be closer. Wanting to form into one if we have to. But he remains completely still inside me. “Tell me how much you’ve wanted this, Denise.”
The weight of him might as well be considered one of god’s greatest gifts but I’m still hardheaded so instead of giving him what he wants, I shake my head.
Lucas pulls me up so that my back is now against his chest. He takes one of my breasts into his hand while the other grips my hip and his lips kiss my shoulder. I swallow my own whimper from the closeness. “I can hear how wet you are for me. I can feel it too.” He gifts me with one torturously slow thrust. “But I want to hear you say it, ’cause you sure as shit like to pretend I haven’t caught you eye-fucking me before.”
Besides my shallow breaths, I remain quiet but this doesn’t last long when Lucas begins to completely pull out of me.
“No,” I whine, clenching harder around him, desperate to keep him inside. He grants me the favor of sinking back into me but his thrusts remain deliberate and restrained.