Page 57 of Lawson

But still, thereissomething different in this kiss versus the ones that have come before it. There’s just as much hunger and need in this kiss, but there’s a commonality, a companionship that I can feel solidifying with every stroke of our tongues against each other.

I don't know if she feels it on her end, and it's likely because of me and all thesefeelingsthat are occupying my body right now, but either way, I sink into her mouth and feel like I'm cominghome.

Her hands are just as greedy, roaming over the plains of my chest and my hips until she pulls away and tugs on my sweats, bringing them and my boxer briefs down until I'm forced to step out of them. I'm expecting her to hop right back up, giving me the access I need to shed her pants, but she doesn't.

Fuck me, she stays on her knees, and the sight literally rattles everything inside me.

She flashes me a little smirk, her hand teasingly stroking my hard cock, tracing the lines of it with her fingertips before she inches her mouth toward my head.

My heart slams against my chest as she parts her lips and takes me into her mouth, a little timidly at first, which is the only thing powerful enough to have my brain actually work when it feels so fucking good to have her lips wrapped around me.

“You don't have to do this,” I groan, my fingers gently tangling in her hair. “You don't have to?—”

“Let me take care of you,” she says after pulling back just enough that I slide out of her mouth, only to immediately take me back in.

“Fuck,” I hiss, my hips thrusting on instinct into that perfectly hot and wet mouth of hers.

I definitely can't argue with her, not when she's clearly doing it because she wants to, and not out of some misplaced tally between us. I know her history isn’t as thorough as mine, and I never want her to do anything she doesn’t want to do, but she’s clearly taking control right now.

“Blakely,” I groan as she takes me deeper, only to pull back and stroke me while sucking hard on my tip, rotating her hand around my girth and flicking her tantalizing tongue up my slit.

“Shit, that feels so damn good,” I breathe the words, my fingers tightening in her hair as I can't help but move, my hips pressing forward, wanting more of her mouth. She relaxes, her free hand gripping my thigh as she opens another fraction for me, doing her best to mimic my movements and lick and swirl around me in a way that has meshaking.

“Blakely,” I say again, an urgency in my tone as I feel that tingling at the base of my spine. “Baby, you gotta stop or I'm going to come,” I say, looking down at her.

Her eyes flicker up to mine, never breaking our gaze as she keeps going, upping her stroking while sucking on me hard and long, devouring me in a way that has me completely unraveling?—

Lightning strikes down my spine, and I spill into her mouth, my hips jerking as a growl rips through my chest, my release barreling through me.

I black out for a few seconds, but when the haze clears, I glance down, watching as Blakely gently pulls back, delicately wiping her mouth with her fingers while working her jaw back and forth. Her cheeks are flushed and her lips are swollen, her eyes watering, and I swear I fall for her a little harder right there.

She looks like a goddess on her knees, and I immediately haul her up and into my arms, carrying her to my bed.

She laughs at my urgency as I strip her bare as quickly as I possibly can, kissing every inch of available skin I can in a fury. My muscles feel relaxed and loose in a way that normally no postgame antics ever facilitate. I’m practically ravenous to return the favor.

“Careful, hero,” she teases as I kiss my way over her perfect breasts. “I'm going to think you missed me.”

“It’s been almost a week,” I say, flicking my tongue over a pert nipple before working my way down her stomach. “Can you blame me?”

She laughs softly again, something on the tip of her tongue that’s cut off by a gasp as I plunge my face between her thighs. I lick her from center to clit, flattening my tongue in the way she likes and moving it up and down over her sensitive flesh.

“Lawson,” she groans, and the sound of my name coming from her mouth like that makes me weak for her.

I wrap my arms around her thighs, spreading them, massaging them as I plunge my tongue inside her, thrusting in and out like I would my cock if she hadn't just delayed me for a few minutes.

I don’t take my time, instead feasting on her like a starved man, working her up in a tight, sharp frenzy that’s evident in the way her breathing hitches and her hips rise off the bed to seek more of my unrelenting mouth.

Her flavor coats my tongue in a sweet and salty slickness that has my head fucking spinning. She tastes like a dream, and I love being the source of all those little whimpers that escape her throat. Love being the reason she’s fisting the sheets as she says my name over and over again.

“Lawson, I’m...” Her voice trails off, and I smile against her warm flesh as I grip her thighs a bit harder, rocking her into my face before circling her clit with the tip of my tongue, keeping her on the edge just a little longer before I suck her into my mouth.

Her thighs clench on either side of my face as her flavor explodes on my tongue. I swallow her down, lapping up and down her center as she arches off the bed, her orgasm tearing through her before she settles back down on the mattress.

Her breathing is ragged as I kiss my way back up to her face, loving that post-orgasm glow she has as I look down at her.

“I don't have any words,” she says after I've settled on the pillow next to her, tucking her into my side where she fits just perfectly.

Exhaustion is settling over us both, and I shake my head, my lids already heavy.

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