Page 36 of Flawless Lyric

“You feel so fucking good, Beauty, but I need more.” Both of us have worked up quite the sexual appetite, so we rock our hips, picking up the pace. We’re still making love but on my terms now.

The sensations become too powerful and I’m not sure how much longer I can hold out. Her pussy’s gripping my cock so tightly with every thrust that I can barely breathe. And with her hands on my ass, begging for more, I’m going to explode.

“Come on my cock, Beauty. It’s time for you to just let go.” Diving in, I taste her lust on my lips, swallow down her moan, and bite her bottom lip as she pulsates around my cock. Forcing me to come inside of her wet heat.

Having my way with her on the deck of the boat seemed like a wonderful idea. Now that we’ve come down from our blissful high, not so much. There’s food everywhere and we might have a few floor burns, too. As much as I’d love to hold her after everything we just shared, this needs to be cleaned up.

“Did I hurt you?” Smiling, she grabs my face and pulls me in for a scorching kiss.

“Not at all. I loved it.” Yeah, me too.

“Why don’t you head on downstairs while I clean up this mess?” Standing, I reach for her hand to help her up.

“No way. I helped make this mess so I’m going to help clean it.”

After covering her with my shirt, I slip into my shorts and together we clean up the mess we just made. We toss over the crackers for the gulls and the fish to enjoy since we didn’t get a chance to eat much of it. There’s wine all over the deck and one of the glasses is broken. Without giving it a second thought, I lift her up and carry her downstairs. And she fights me with every step.

“Put me down. I’m not a porcelain doll and I sure as hell can clean up broken glass. I’ve done it all my life.”

“And that’s the point, Beauty. I’m here to help you now. You don’t need to do it all alone anymore.” I watch her face transform from anger to assurance instantly.

“You’re the most amazing man I’ve ever met, but it’s not your job to save me. I might be struggling to navigate my new life, but I can do it on my own.”

“I know you’re more than capable, Beauty. I’ll be the first to cheer you on, but there’s nothing wrong with needing a little help from time to time. When you do, I’m your go-to guy.”

“Fair enough. Is it okay if I take a shower while you finish cleaning up?” She snuggles into my chest. Who am I to tell her no? Wait for me. In truth, the shower on this boat isn’t big enough for two people.

“Absolutely.” I flip on the light and adjust the water. When she slips off my shirt, I leave. Otherwise, I’ll get distracted and never clean the mess.

Grabbing the broom out of the closet, I head upstairs and spend the next twenty minutes sweeping and scrubbing the deck. Just to make sure the wine doesn’t leave a stain. Once I’m done, I go back downstairs and throw everything in the trash. Lyric’s sitting on the sofa, scrolling through her phone.

“Feeling better, Beauty?” I love that she’s comfortable around me and doesn’t need to put on airs.

“Much better, thanks. Sorry I forgot to pack my one and only negligee.” Is she joking or serious?

Striding over to where she’s sitting, I squat down so we’re eye-level. “You could wear a trash bag and you’d still be the sexiest woman I’ve ever met. Are you comfortable?” When she nods, I add, “That’s all that matters. Now it’s my turn to shower.” Kissing the tip of her nose, I let her continue what she was doing.

After showering, I throw on my boxers and join Lyric on the sofa. Wrapping my arm around her, she curls up beside me. Not long after, her breathing slows and I know she’s asleep. I know she mentioned that she had a chaotic day and I’m sure she’s exhausted. Do I risk waking her up so I can carry her into the bedroom?

Trying not to disturb her, I lay her on the sofa while I go into the bedroom to turn down the blankets. She’s still sound asleep when I scoop her up and carry her into the room. Laying her on the bed, I walk to the other side and slide in next to her. Then I cover us both up as the boat lulls me to sleep.

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LYRIC

I’m not usedto waking up with strong arms wrapped around me. Not going to lie, I could get used to this. A scary thought but the truth. Jeff and I had a king-sized bed and we both slept on our own sides. He hated anyone touching him when he slept. So we only met in the middle when it was for sex, and that was on very rare occasions.

“You tensed right up. What were you thinking just now, Beauty?” He whispers this in the crook of my neck, giving me shivers.

“How nice it is to wake up with someone who likes to snuggle.” Hey, what can I say? We’re just getting to know each other, and it would be idiotic on my part to lie. That’s never been my style.

“Mm, I totally agree. As long as that someone is you.” He peppers my neck with tiny little kisses, and I instantly become putty in his hands. The ache between my legs and the morning wood he’s sporting are very much real.

We stay entangled in each other for God-knows how long. Apparently it was long enough for me to doze off. Until he shifts and I think he’s getting up when he surprises me by crawling underneath the sheets…

“Micah, what are you doing?” I lose all train of thought when he tugs off my bottoms and centers himself at my core. And when his mouth begins to move, so do I. I grind against his face as he flicks out his tongue and swipes from back to front in one fluid motion.

This is by far the best way to wake up, ever!

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