Page 4 of Can We Try?

“So, we both really did need this.”

“Yeah,” I agree.

“What are you waiting for?” She eases back on the pillow. She looks perfect, and I can’t help but imagine her in my bed at home.

“Just admiring the view.”

“You about done admiring? I’m lonely here.”

Again, I chuckle, knowing my grin matches the one she’s wearing. “Spread those thighs, Mags.”

“Oh.” Her mouth falls open. “You don’t have to… do that,” she says. “I know guys don’t really like that. Well, some don’t.”

“I want his full name and last known address because I want to kick the shit out of him. Real men eat pussy, Maggie.” I slap my hand over my chest. “That’s me. I’m going to devour you, and I’m going to love every single taste, and every moan that falls from those plump pink lips while I do it.”

She swallows hard, and I imagine my lips pressed to her neck, feeling the action against my lips and tongue. Climbing on the bed, I nod toward her thighs. “Open for me, Mags.” A shy look crosses her face, but slowly, she parts her legs. I keep my eyes on hers when I say, “Pull my hair, ride my face, take what you need, because I’m not coming up for air until you’ve soaked my face. Understood?”

Her face is a beautiful shade of pink, but she nods. Good enough for me. I settle on my belly, slide my arms beneath her legs, and place my hands on her ass, pulling her pussy to my mouth. I don’t start slow, and I don’t take my time. I do exactly as I told her I would and devour her. Her taste explodes on my tongue, and my hunger for her intensifies. I suck on her clit, while exploring her with my tongue.

“Lach—” she starts, and then her hands are buried in my hair.

I lift my head just slightly. “Good girl,” I praise, and go back to my meal. Her hips lift off the bed as if she’s seeking more, and who am I not to give her exactly what she needs? Moving my arms from under her legs, I press one hand flat on her belly to hold her still. With the other, I slide one finger inside her, and the moan that I’m gifted with lights a fire inside my soul. I thrust toward the mattress, needing friction. I need to get her there, because my cock is weeping.

As I add another finger, I keep working her clit with my tongue, and it doesn’t take long for her to call out my name.

Best. Fucking. Sound.

I don’t let up until her body slumps to the bed. Only then do I remove my fingers and lift my head to smile at her. I wipe my face with the back of my hand and slowly kiss my way up to her. I stop on my travels to taste those perfectly pert nipples, giving both of them equal amounts of my attention until I finally reach her lips.

“Hey,” I say, kissing her lightly.

“Hi.”

“You still with me?” I smirk.

“Definitely.”

“Good.” I kiss her again, because her lips are soft and inviting, and I like kissing her. Not that I need an excuse. Not right now. Quickly, I climb off the bed and dig through my suitcase for a condom, only to come up empty. “Fuck,” I mutter.

“What? What’s wrong?”

I stand to face her, my cock pointing at her like a beacon. The ache of not being inside her has already started to set in. I dig around in my suitcase again. I thought I had a couple in here from my last trip. Not that I thought I’d be getting any action on that trip or during this one. It was more out of habit. And better safe than sorry. I’m starting to feel like this night is going to end in disappointment. I reach to the very bottom of the front zippered compartment and smile when I feel the small, foiled strip. Pulling it out, I smile at the three condoms.

That will have to do.

Ripping one off, I bring it to my lips and tear it open with my teeth. It takes mere seconds to be sheathed and back on the bed, nestled between her thighs. “I need to hear you say it.”

She rolls her big blue eyes. “Again?”

“Humor me, beautiful.”

“Yes, Lachlan, I want your massive cock inside me.”

My body shakes with silent laughter. “That’ll do,” I say as I push inside her. She gasps, and once she’s taken all of me, I still, giving her time to get used to my size.

“Eggplant is more like it,” she mumbles.

“What’s that?” I smirk. I heard every word, and we both know it.

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