Page 38 of Under Ground

She trembles as I place a kiss on each inner thigh, working my way up. If I didn’t know she’d been celibate for so long, I wouldn’t be so patient, but it’s been so long for Lana. I want her to savour every touch, every kiss.

I want them burned into her brain to erase all the bad shit that’s been done to her in the past—so her memories are good and of me.

“Ooooh.” She arches her back when I lick her clit.

Grinning, I go to town as she wriggles against me. I look up after she moans in time to see her stuff her hand against her mouth.

And then I get back to enjoying her scent, and her taste, and I want to proclaim that it’s mine and mine alone.

All of it.

My need for her only grows the more we share.

She comes again, against my face, and I can’t wait any longer.

“Are you okay?” I ask.

Her eyes are hazed over, and her smile lights a fire in me that I never want extinguished. “Oh, yes.”

I open the drawer and pull out a box of condoms, then take one out. She studies me closely as I open it and roll the condom down my cock.

“Yes. Oh, yes,” she says.

There’s no way I’m waiting after that. But I can’t lose control too quickly. I want this moment to last as long as possible.

I thrust inside her.

She grasps my shoulders, pulling me down to kiss her.

“Still okay?” I ask.

“So much better than okay,” she whispers.

We move in sync, and she lets out a shaky breath with each thrust.

“Ride me.” I flip onto my back, pulling her with me, and she laughs softly, pressing her hands against my chest.

Gripping her thighs, I slide the rest of the way back in again. “You feel so fucking good,” I say.

She rocks her hips, grinding against me, and I blow out a breath in an effort to last just that little bit longer.

But it’s tough. She’s so tight and hot around me, and I can’t stop when she straightens up and rolls against me.

“Lana.” I let out a cry, losing all control as I come. It’s not enough though. I want this all the time—I want her in my bed every night.

She comes to a stop. Her eyes are closed, her lips parted, a blissful look all over her face.

I still. Slowly, she opens her eyes.

“Are you still with me, angel?” I ask.

Lana’s lazy smile fills my heart with joy. It’s the smile of a sated woman, and I did that. I put that smile on her face.

She slides off me and rolls onto her back. “I didn’t know it could be that good.”

“Well, now you do.”

“I’m so tired.”

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