Page 51 of Beautiful Harmony

She gasped, her back arching. “Lucas, I -”

“You don’t need them,” he said, giving them a yank that pulled them halfway down her thighs.

“Okay, but… oh God!” She grabbed Lucas’s forearm when his big hand cupped her bare pussy. He rubbed her clit, and she spread her thighs, muttering a curse of annoyance when her underwear impeded her ability to open her legs wide.

“See,” Lucas said with amusement, “they’re just in the way.”

He used his free hand to slide her panties down her legs, and she kicked them and her pants off impatiently. Lucas circled her clit, his touch sending sparks of need deep inside her belly.

She cried out, arching her hips when he rubbed her clit with firm strokes that ignited those sparks into flames. Panting and moaning, she ground against his hand as the pleasure grew.

When he withdrew his hand, she muttered a harsh curse and grabbed his wrist, trying to force his hand back between her legs. “Lucas, please!”

“Tell me what you want, baby.” His warm breath tickled the back of her neck. He tried to kiss her left cheek, right where her birthmark was, and she turned her head quickly. “Don’t do that.”

He didn’t reply but switched to her right side, nuzzling her neck and gently cupping her left breast. “Tell me what you want, Emma.”

“I want you to fuck me,” she said.

He nipped at her collarbone before squeezing her breast. “I will, but first, I’m tasting your sweet pussy.”

Nerves and excitement swept through her. “You don’t have to.”

“Yes, I do,” he said. “It’s a moral imperative.”

She laughed. “Eating pussy is not a moral imperative, Lucas.”

“You’re so very wrong,” he said before giving her a light slap to the butt. “On the bed with your gorgeous thighs wide open for me.”

Christ, she shouldn’t like this version of Lucas as much as she did, but here she was, scrambling onto the bed to lie on her back. She kept her knees together, and Lucas gave her a mock scowl.

“I’ll open my legs as soon as you’re naked,” she said.

He immediately yanked his t-shirt over her head, making her giggle, before he unzipped his jeans and shoved them down his legs. He took off his pants and socks with a grace she knew she could never mimic before sliding his thumbs into the waistband of his briefs. She could see the prominent bulge of his erect cock against the material, and damn if her mouth didn’t water.

He hesitated, and she said, “Don’t play shy now. I’ve already seen it, remember?”

“I just realized I don’t have a condom,” he said as he glanced at his pants on the floor. “Do you have any?”

“No,” she said.

“Fuck.” The look of dismay on his face made her giggle.

He grabbed his pants. “I’ll be back. Stay naked.”

“Where are you going?”

“To the drugstore,” he said.

“Or,” she reached for her phone on the nightstand, “we could just show each other our medical records and not use one. I’m on birth control to regulate my period.”

“Yeah, okay.” He sounded weird, and she couldn’t read the look on his face.

“I’m fine to use condoms if that’s your preference. There’s a corner store just a couple blocks over,” she said.

He pulled his phone out of his pants pocket. “No, I’m good to share records.”

He sat on the side of the bed, and she sat up, sweeping her hair forward to partially cover her birthmark and turning her head slightly to highlight her right side. “Lucas, if this makes you uncomfortable, we can use a condom. I just thought it might be easier than going to buy some.”

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