Page 46 of Lovers in Lockdown

I cup her cheek, marvelling at the softness of her skin beneath my fingertips, and draw her in towards me, the coconut smell of hair pervading my nostrils and overwhelming my senses, making my heart beat a mile a minute inside my trembling chest.

Her eyelids flutter closed and my breath catches at how beautiful she looks waiting for my lips to cover hers.

As I finally lower my mouth to hers, there’s no talk of bets or rejection or ‘this can’t happen’, it’s just the soft, slow caress of her lips against mine.

The part of my brain telling me this isn’t a good idea makes one last weak attempt to stop me, but it promptly melts away as mine and Honey’s tongues twist together.

Her fingers find my hair, pulling, kneading, sending all the blood in my body flooding south to my stiffening cock. I’m hungry for her. Desperate. She’s the nectar of the Gods and I’m drinking up every single drop she offers me.

My hands are on her waist. On her back. Cupping her face. Gripping her hips. I want to touch every part of her, worship her like the Goddess she is, fuck her like I know she’s never been fucked before.

But even if it doesn’t go that far, it’s okay. Because being with her like this, in this moment, feeling the softness of her lips again, hearing her breathy sighs of pleasure as I nip and suck on her tongue, is enough for me.

It’s been torture spending so much time with her and not being able to touch her, not being able to show her that what I did to her that afternoon on the kitchen island is only just a taster of what I’m capable of. Showing her that not even her vibrator can come close to doing what I can for her body.

Honey moans into my mouth, swings her leg over mine and straddles my lap, grinding herself down on that hard ridge in my jeans, never once allowing our lips to break apart. Not even for a moment.

Her kiss is hot, demanding and just as desperate as mine. She bucks her hips, riding me over our clothes, sending jolts of white-hot pleasure surging into my bloodstream.

‘Fuck, Honey,’ I growl into her mouth, gripping her hips with my hands to stop her moving, because if she keeps doing what she’s doing, then it’s going to be over before it’s even begun. ‘I’ve been wanting to do this ever since the moment I laid eyes on you.’

‘Really?’ she gasps as I move my lips to her neck and suckle on the tight skin just below her earlobe.

‘Yeah, baby. And every single moment since.’ I draw her earlobe into my mouth and graze it through my teeth, causing Honey to hiss and grind down on my cock again.

‘You’re not going to make me beg, are you?’ Honey whispers, pulling away to look me in the eye, her expression searching and vulnerable.

But I don’t answer. I just seal my lips back onto hers, not simply because if I go too long without the sweet taste of her lips I’ll start experiencing withdrawal symptoms, but because I don’t want any talk of my tremendous fuck up to ruin what is about the be the greatest moment of my entire life.

‘Noah,’ she sighs, her fingers finding my face.

‘Tell me to stop, baby, and I will.’

I draw back and look at her. If this is going to happen, then she needs to be sure. No way am I fucking her if she’s only going to regret it again as soon as we’re finished.

She says nothing and for a moment I think it’s all over, but then she leans back on my knees and pulls her pyjama shirt over her head.

My mouth goes dry.

Her skin is tan and smooth and perfect and she has a smattering of freckles over her heaving chest that I didn’t notice the last time I saw them. I was distracted by other things, I guess. Her breasts are cupped in red lace and, if I thought I wanted her before, whatever I am experiencing now has me wild and delirious with desire.

‘Honey,’ I growl, pinching her nipples through the thin lace and going dizzy at the way they pucker under my touch.

‘Yes, Noah, yes.’

My cock is so hard it’s threatening to cut a hole through my jeans. If I don’t get her naked fast, then I’m going to pass out.

I slide my hands under her thighs, pulling her against my body, and stand in one swift motion. Honey instinctively wraps her legs around my waist and, despite the layers of clothes between us, I can feel the heat emanating from her pussy, driving me even crazier.

I carry her down the hallway, stopping halfway to slam her against the wall, because it’s been about twenty seconds since I last tasted her lips and that’s just too damn long.

‘Fuck, Honey, you’re beautiful,’ I whisper into her mouth.

‘Noah, I -’ Honey pulls her lips off mine, her eyes wide and searching. She doesn’t finish the sentence, but she doesn’t need to. Because I already know what she’s going to say.

Once we cross this line, there’s no going back.

‘It’s okay, Honey, I’ve got you,’ I whisper.

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