I reached for him, placed my palms on his chest very gently, and then dragged them down, memorizing the map of warm and taut skin under the tips of my fingers. Committing it all to memory. And when my hands reached the band of his jeans, I leaned down, grazing my lips over the center of his chest. Then, I pressed them above his heart. Next, I went over his ribs, close to the ink that painted his skin and without thinking about it, I placed an open-mouth kiss on the crest of the wave, letting my tongue trace the beautiful design.
Lucas’s stomach flexed, strained, and I felt him shudder under my tongue.
I looked up at him, the confession slipping out. “I’ve wanted to do this ever since I saw it for the first time.”
A groan left his lips, and next thing I knew, he was pulling me up and taking my mouth in his.
When he broke the kiss, he rasped, “You’ve been fantasizing about this? With me?”
A nod. “Every day. Every night before sleep. Every time I’ve closed my eyes.”
He exhaled roughly. “What else have you imagined doing to me?”
I dragged my hands along the band of his jeans, then let my thumbs draw the indents in his hips, finally returning my fingers to the button and hearing his hiss. “Today, when I caught you in the shower,” I said, making a work of it and feeling the intense heat coming off him, “I wished it was my hand. Or my mouth.”
Lucas’s hips thrusted upward in what I knew had been a reflex.
I peered up at him and added, “I wished you’d been coming inside me.”
His hands came to the sides of my face, his fingers tangling in my hair as I brought the zipper down.
I wrapped my hand around him through the stretched fabric of his black boxers and Lucas hissed out a breath.
“You liked seeing me stroke myself,” he said, moving against my hand. “But you wished it had been you.”
I nodded my head.
His fingers tugged at my hair a little tighter. “Take me out and show me how.”
I brought his boxers down, licking my lips at the sight of him springing free. Without thinking about it, I closed my hand around his length, stroking him up and down very slowly, wanting to give him pleasure. To make him feel good. Better than good.
Lucas’s chest grumbled with a growl, his back arching back. “One more,” he demanded. “Harder than that, preciosa. Don’t be shy.”
I obeyed, giving him one firm stroke and seeing him swell in my hand.
Another groan left him, this one loud and short, and that was my last warning before Lucas’s hands left my hair and went to my shoulders, returning me to the middle of the bed.
“No more playing,” he said, his arms landing on the sides of my head, and placing a hard kiss on my lips.
Then, his mouth was traveling down my body, and his teeth were pulling at my sleeping shorts. In a brisk motion, I was in nothing but my undies, and Lucas’s head was right above the juncture of my thighs. His mouth followed the seam of the underwear, his teeth scraping over the fabric, and my back arched at the contact. My head spinning out into space.
“Lucas,” I breathed out, almost coming right then and there.
His tongue grazed my clit over the flimsy fabric covering me. Then, he moved the panties aside, revealing all my wetness and dipping into my flesh.
“Oh God.” I moaned. And when he continued, I could only repeat my words. “Oh God.”
I felt his hum fall on my skin. “Not God,” he said, before retracing my opening with his tongue. “Lucas.”
I whimpered, and his hands brought my knees apart, his palms falling down the inside of my thighs and making sure I kept them open as his tongue descended again.
“Say it.”
Letting out a groan, I lifted my hips.
“I told you I want to hear my name, loud and clear,” he repeated, thrusting in again, and again, and again. “Say it.”
One of his hands moved, his thumb starting to rub circles around my clit, and sending my body straight into a frenzy. “Lucas,” I gasped brokenly.
Lucas’s tongue did something then, something I’d never experienced before and just like that, my arms were flying back, holding on to the first thing they found, a pillow. My hips thrusted into his mouth, urging him to go faster, deeper, and when he did, my mouth parted, the cry ready to fall off my lips and just like Lucas promised, I screamed his name.
The spasms of my orgasm subsided, my body lax, and he straightened on his knees. He grasped his cock, still looking at me. “I could come right now, just tasting you on my tongue and watching you like this.”