Page 9 of In Another Time

His lips moved with reverence, trailing soft kisses up my calf to my thigh. And then, to my utter disbelief, his tongue darted out, warm and deliberate, in circles on my skin. A sharp inhaleescaped me, and he paused, his eyes flicking up to meet mine again. The intensity in his gaze was overwhelming, and I knew he could see everything I was feeling—every ounce of hesitation, every flicker of desire I couldn’t suppress.

“You don’t have to be nervous,” he said softly, his voice grounding me even as it sent shivers down my spine.

“I’m not,” I whispered, though the quiver in my voice betrayed me.

Omir smiled, a slow, knowing smile that told me he wasn’t fooled. “Good.” He paused, lifting his head slightly, and his dark eyes met mine with an intensity that made my breath hitch. Slowly, he let my foot rest gently on the floor, his hands still holding me in place. “Lennox,” he said, his voice low, almost reverent. I opened my mouth to answer, but nothing came out at first. I could only nod, my body betraying me before my brain could catch up. “Can I kiss something else?”

Finally, I found my voice, though it was barely above a whisper. “Yes,” I said, the single word laced with more longing than I intended.

Omir’s lips curved into a devilish smirk as he rose from the floor. I felt a rush of warmth between my thighs as I anticipated what was to come.

OMIR

I’d been holding back for as long as I could. But looking into her eyes—those deep, brown eyes that always saw more than I was ready to show—yeah, it was a wrap. The need I felt for Lennox wasn’t just desire. . . It was deeper than that. It was a burn. A pull. A craving I couldn’t fight off anymore.

Her lips were slightly parted, like she was mid-thought but lost in the moment, and I couldn’t help myself—I leaned in, slow and steady, pressing my mouth to hers like I had all the time in the world but no patience left in my body. She melted into me, soft and sweet, but there was a fire behind the way her tongue danced with mine. That shit lit something in me.

“C’mere,” I murmured against her lips, arms locking around her tight little frame.

She didn’t even hesitate when I lifted her off the couch. She fit into me like we were made to be in sync—her curves molding to my chest, her legs wrapping around my waist like second nature. With each step toward my bedroom, her warmth seeped through my clothes and into my skin. The smell of her perfume—light, floral, expensive—wrapped around my senses and pushed me right to the edge.

By the time we hit the top of the stairs, I kicked the door open with my foot, still kissing her like my life depended on it, and carried her over to the bed like she was the only thing I wanted in this damn world. I laid her down gently, but my need wasn’t gentle. Not tonight.

“Damn, look at you,” I breathed out, letting my eyes drink her in. Her breath was shaky, her lips swollen from our kisses, and her skin had this flushed glow that made my dick throb in my jeans. “You don’t even know how bad I want you.”

She moaned low when I lowered myself between her legs, her fingers slipping into my waves like she couldn’t get enough of me. I nipped at her neck, slow and deliberate, lips dragging along her pulse. I wanted her to feel every second of it. Every ounce of intention.

Her body arched when I slid my hands beneath her shirt and pushed it up, exposing her brown skin and perky breasts. I licked my lips then lowered my mouth, dragging my tongue around her nipple before sucking it deep and slow.

“Omir. . .” She whimpered, breath hitching.

“You like that?” I murmured, glancing up at her through low lids. I switched to the other nipple, letting my tongue flick and tease until her fingers gripped my head, keeping me there. Her body was already trembling. That was my cue.

I kissed my way down her stomach, slow as hell, letting her anticipation build until I felt her hips start to rise up off the bed. I could tell she was close to begging, but I wasn’t handingover pleasure that easy. I was gonna earn that orgasm. Make her remember my name every time she closed her eyes.

When I slid her panties off, I paused. “Fuck. . .” I muttered under my breath. She was glistening. Perfect. Already dripping. I kissed her inner thighs first, let my tongue trace fire along her skin while she squirmed beneath me. “Open up for me, Lennox,” I growled softly, spreading her legs wider.

And when I finally gave her what she wanted, I did it slowly. Long, wet licks up and down her slit, careful to avoid her clit, just to hear her moan in frustration. Her hands twisted the sheets, her hips rolling.

“Omir.” She gasped. “Right there—don’t tease me.”

I chuckled, lips pressed against her soaked pussy. Then I locked in. I flicked her clit with precision, circled it, sucked it deep, using my lips and tongue like I knew exactly what rhythm made her lose her mind. The sounds she made? Music to my ears. I stayed buried in her, tongue fucking her pussy while my hands kept her thighs wide open.

“Omir! Oh my—fuck!” she cried out, voice breaking as her orgasm ripped through her.

I held her through it, licking and sucking her until her body convulsed and her thighs tried to clamp around my head. When I finally pulled away, her chest was heaving, face flushed, eyes barely open. That was the look I wanted—blissfully wrecked.

But I wasn’t done. I climbed back up her body, kissing her as I went. She grabbed at my waistband, her hands shaky but determined.

I smirked, pulling off my shirt and dropping my pants in one fluid motion. Her eyes widened as she took me in, licking her lips like I was dessert. “Lift them legs up,” I said, voice low, lips brushing her ear. She moaned at just the sound of that.

I lined myself up and slid in deep. One smooth, thick stroke that had her gasping and clutching my arms. I stayed there,buried to the hilt, giving her time to adjust—but also just savoring the way she hugged me.

“Damn, Lennox, you feel like heaven,” I groaned. When I pulled back and pushed in again, her moan was filthy. I picked up the pace, finding a rhythm that had the bed rocking, the headboard knocking, and both of us sweating. Her legs wrapped around my waist again, pulling me deeper. “Take it, Lennox,” I gritted out. “Take all this dick, beautiful.”

“Yes—yes, Omir—harder, don’t stop!”

She was loud now, clawing at my back, body arching every time I slammed into her. I grabbed her thighs and pressed them to her chest, changing the angle and watching her lose it all over again. She cried out as her body seized up, cumming again around me, her pussy pulsing and wet as hell. That did it.

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