Page 22 of With This Lie

Our eyes meet again and the next thing I know, I find myself crossing the short distance between us and throwing my leg over to the other side of him. I sit on his lap, straddling him and pushing him back into the couch with my body. He wraps his arms around my waist and rests his hands on my lower back. My mouth meets his again, open and wanting. I run my fingers over his chest and up his neck and into the hair at the nape of his neck. I nibble his lip and he breathes in, his hands moving to my hips, his thumbs pressing into my hip bones. I am in a haze, drunk off him.

I realize a few minutes in that we are actually making out like a couple of teenagers and I giggle and pull away.

“What so funny?” he asks, puzzled.

“We are making out like a couple of teenagers,” I say, giggling again.

“Well, I was really enjoying it,” he says.

“Oh, me too,” I say, still straddling him, still close to him. Our hands are still all over each other and our eyes meet again. I wonder if he’s wondering the same thing I am.

“What now?” he asks, and I know he is.

I knew we are both wondering if we should stop now or let this happen. In the past, there was no question I would already be sleeping with the guy. After all, that’s what these types of things are all about. And this feels right, it feels good. But do I want this to be like the others? It feels different somehow. We talk so much. I don’t normally do that.

I reach up and run my fingers over the scruff on his chin, staring at him for a few moments. “What do you want to do?” I ask, wanting to hear it.

“Do you need me to say it?” he asks, grinning, repeating the words I said earlier.

I return the favor. “I don’t need you to say it, but I want to hear it.”

“I want to make you feel good,” he says.

I inhale and bite my lip, considering his words. “So, make me feel good, Lucas,” I say, whispering my words against his neck and nibbling.

I feel his hands beneath me, lifting me up from him. He stands up and wraps my legs around him. He kisses my mouth and begins walking toward my bedroom.

“Are you sure?” he asks.

“Yes,” I say, exhaling.

He pushes my door open with his foot and walks over to my bed, kissing me again before sitting me down on the edge. He looks down at me and runs his thumb over my lips again. I am aching now, and I think he knows. He gently pulls my top off over my head and it drops from his hands to the floor. I reach for him, but he stops my hands and kisses the palms of them and then puts them on either side of me. His eyes are tracing over my bare shoulders. I feel his fingers trace over my bra until he reaches the clasp and makes easy work of it. My arms let it fall and I drop it to the floor.

“Beautiful,” he says, as his eyes travel over all my exposed skin. He traces his fingers from my lips down my throat and across my collarbone.

I feel goosebumps raise on my bare skin and then I feel his fingers traveling down my left breast. His two fingers trace around my nipple and I let out a moan as I raise my chin up to look at him. His mouth is parted, his breathing is jagged, and I am waiting for his next move.

His hands gently push me back onto the bed and I willingly lie down, my legs still hanging over the side. He hooks his fingers into the top of my pants on both sides and begins to pull them down. I lift up a little to let him pull them all the way off. I am completely naked now, but he hasn’t taken any of his own clothes off. His eyes once again trace over all of me but I don’t feel nervous. His hands graze the tops of my thighs as he kneels. He parts my legs and his hands trace up the inside of my legs.

My breathing quickens and I feel him kiss the inside of my knee. I moan again. He kisses me again a few inches higher and a few inches higher still. I feel him pause where my leg creases. I close my eyes and try to still my breathing but before I can his mouth takes me. My back arches and my hands find his hair again. His face pushes into me and I moan louder. This is ecstasy. This is heaven. I can’t stop what’s happening. I feel my body responding. I feel it giving in. Before I know it, I’m shuddering and moaning and finally catching my breath.

He pulls back, licking his lips and caressing my thighs. He stands and watches as what he’s done to me rolls over my body again. After a few more seconds I can make eye contact with him. I’m smiling and he’s smiling and finally pulling his shirt off.

Damn. He’s beautiful. His arms and chest are flexing and defined. His smooth abdomen makes me wonder if he was a swimmer again. He starts to unbutton his pants and I can feel my excitement building again. He lets them fall and I am not disappointed. I want him. He climbs onto the bed and hovers over me as we both reposition ourselves all the way on the bed. He leans down and kisses my lips. My hands travel down his sides and I feel him inhale against my mouth.

He stops and looks at me. This is it. I don’t know if he’s just double checking with me or pausing for effect, but I pull him down against me to reassure him. And then he’s inside me and I finally exhale again as his warmth travels over me. God. This is amazing. Our bodies are in rhythm now and we’re kissing and moaning, and everything is so perfect and intense and passionate. It’s never been like this. I’ve never felt this.

I push away the things I’m feeling and concentrate on the here, the now. Everything is building again, for both of us this time.

“Are you ready?” he whispers to me.

“Yes,” I say. “I’m ready, I’m ready.” I say.

He wraps his arms around me, and we release together. Our bodies are shaking, and he collapses into me. I let my body go limp under him and we lie there, catching and steadying our breaths. He rolls over next to me and begins running his hands through my hair. I begin to laugh, the sort of deep breathy laugh you have as if to say, “Damn, that was good”, and he joins me. I look over at him.

“So, was that good for you or?” he asks.

“Um, very,” I say. “You?”

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