Page 84 of Lost In London

I touched him all over. Fingers through his beard and bringing his lips down to kiss me. Hands running up and down his back. Squeezing his ass and pushing him deeper to hear his explicit moans and erotic words. My walls clamped around his thickness, engulfing him in the same extraterrestrial experience I was experiencing.

Arms cradling my head, he started circling his hips and I became undone. I don’t know what he touched inside of me but it didn’t take much to send me unraveling. “Mhm, do you know how powerful you are?” He rolled his hips slow and steady. Those long dick strokes were going to be the death of me. My damn teeth were chattering.

“Qu.” My core tightened and became warm and that tingling feeling started to build in my toes.

“You birth and replenish life.” My toes curled and another heat wave coated my skin. “While you’re replenishing me, I’m tying everything I am to you.” Sitting back on his legs, not once breaking our connection, he continued to make me crazy with these long, deep slow strokes. My body was beginning to lock up from the release it was preparing to shoot off all over him. “You are my main priority, London. My first ministry. That means I’ll create a safe and comfortable environment for you to live freely. Yes, I will cling to you and become more possessive but it will create the inspiration for you to walk out in your purpose.”

Crying during sex.

How could I not?

I felt so raw and overwhelmed and full… literally.

My thighs trembled as I wrapped them around him, bringing him back down to me. I needed to feel him, to kiss him. “Quinceyyyy,” I whined feeling his length magically become thicker.

“Fuck, London.” Those slow strokes were no more. He started thrusting into me faster, sending zaps of unknown pleasure into me.

Our tongues wrestled sloppy, an equal shared desperation. His thrusts became hard and deep, but painfully good. “That’s it, baby. Take it like I know you can.” Our lust drowning orbs met each other and it happened.

It became confirmed.

I was forever his.

“Cum with me, London.” His husky voice pleaded in my ear.

My thighs and walls tightened around him. His thrusts never lost their rhythm. They became deeper and harder and I took it all. I needed to take it all. He moaned and praised me. I moaned and called out his name until my throat became raw. When that electrifying burst happened in the pit of my stomach, I unraveled around him and he unleashed his seeds into my garden.

I needed his body and he gave me a glimpse into heaven.

I asked him to make love to me and in return, he altered my life for the better.

“Am I wrong for leaving so soon?”

“Do you feel you’re wrong for leaving when you wanted to?”

That wasn’t the answer I wanted to hear from him. Quincey and I were an hour and a half into our flight back to Florida and all I could think about was my mother’s disappointment. Home in his own bed, my daddy was given strict instructions of what to do for his recovery. Landon and I made sure his follow up appointments with his doctors were set and an in house chef would be coming by daily to prepare healthy meals for them. Besides sitting at his side when he felt like having company there wasn’t much for me to do. Unlike my mother who told me that I was selfish and inconsiderate, my daddy encouraged me to leave.

“No. It’s just hard to unlearn and ignore everyone’s opinions on what I should do. The only time my mom seemed to not be annoyed with me was when I first got in town and when she met you.” I sighed in frustration, a little jaded she and I weren’t any closer to amending our relationship than before I moved.

She’s yet to tell me to my face but in her eyes I was a failure. An embarrassment that she had the displeasure of calling her daughter. Her words weren’t needed to confirm it. I felt it in her gaze when she stared at me when she thought I wasn’t looking. It was laced in her tone when she spoke to me. Besides being a college graduate, I hadn’t accomplished anything in her eyes. Owning my own chain of juice bars in New York and Florida meant nothing because Landon put up the money when I first pitched him my business idea.

It didn’t matter that I’ve since paid him back and he was no longer listed as part owner of any of my stores. I bought him out for that reason alone. I never wanted him to rub my hard work in my face or take it from me when he felt like it. The only person whose name is next to mine as far as ownership is Cassian and I know he’d never do anything like that.

Kissing my knuckles, Quincey kept it real and told me exactly what I needed to hear. “Your parents have lived and are living their lives. It’s time you do the same. When you found out that your dad was sick you dropped everything to be by his side. Nothing about that is selfish. You waited until he was released and made sure he had everything he needed before going back to your life. That’s not selfish either, and even if it was you have the right to be selfish with yourself. Don’t let anyone make you feel bad about looking out for you because where are they going to be when anxiety and depression start moving in when the memories of your past life try to suck you in?”

I loved this man.

I truly did.

“Wanna join the mile high club? I heard it’s worth the membership fees and troubles.” I wiggled my brows, biting my lip, knowing damn well if he called my bluff I might freak out.

In the last seventy-two hours, this man has changed my definitions of sex and soul ties. His definition of lovemaking has transformed my life, period. I felt reborn. Yes, a woman’s womb has many powers but a man’s tool had a distinctive power that wasn’t by far ordinary. It willed the power to validate and kill.

Kill doubt, slaughter our uncertainties. The nutrition from his essence killed the fear that once crippled my wound.

A glint of mischievousness made my thighs squeeze together. “I suggested you wear that t-shirt dress for a reason.” His eyes locked on mine giving off nothing but primal hunger.

Damn it.

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