Page 54 of Sweet on You
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Ronnie
We reached my bedroom in record time with an impressive amount of bodily contact as we raced up my stairs and down my hallway. There was laughing and kissing and groping all as we kicked shoes off, climbing my stairs.
Thank God for the baby gates Yvonne had brought me because otherwise, I had no doubt that Penny would have been at our heels, following us upstairs as well.
The backs of my knees hit the edge of my mattress, and with Lex’s lips still on mine, I fell backwards onto my bed, not releasing my hands from where they wrapped around the back of his neck.
With an oomph, Lex fell with me, catching himself over the top of me. “We’re graceful, you and I.”
“I have never made that claim about myself.”
“Good thing. It would have been a lie.”
I bit my bottom lip and smacked him in the arm. Somehow in the two-minute run from my tv room up to my bedroom, I had gotten Lex out of his shirt. And my jeans were both unbuttoned and unzipped, open and slipping lower on my hipbone.
I paused, pulling back to admire Lex without his shirt and dragging my fingernails slowly up the sinews of his bicep, over his shoulder and neck, then back down again across his muscled pecs. Goosebumps trailed behind my touch and he shuddered, his eyes drifting closed.
“Mm,” he said, his eyes slowly opening and latching back onto mine.
It seemed as if time slowed down. Where it had just been, moments before, frenetic and rushed with stolen, hard kisses, now we were tender and soft. Like the inclusion of a bed made everything suddenly more real and made us want to savor each second.
His hands dipped beneath the silver top I wore and I arched my back, lifting on my elbows, allowing him to drag it over my head. He sat back on his haunches between my spread legs, his eyes roving over my body and he gave a content sigh.
“Appreciate the view?” I asked and quirked a brow.
“You have no idea. You’re gorgeous.”
I sat up and reached around behind me to undo my bra, but Lex gently stopped me. “Wait,” he said. “One thing at a time.” He guided me back to lay down. Then, back off the bed, he tugged at my jeans, pulling them slowly from my legs. The rough denim scraped across my sensitive flesh and I gasped as I shuffled out of my pants, leaving me there in only my sheer matching lace bra and panty set.
Lex undid his pants, keeping his boxer briefs on, and crawled back into bed. Leaning over me, he brought his lips softly to mine. His tongue explored the seam of my mouth, urging me to open, which I did. His kisses peppered down my neck and chest, and through the lace of my bra, he drew my nipple into his mouth, sucking and nibbling through the fabric.
My back arched and my hips pulsed up to press against the hard, flat surface of his stomach. The combination of his teeth, mouth and the scratchy feel of the lace was mind blowing. Or so I thought. Until he tugged the cup of my bra down, revealing my hard nipple to the cool air. He latched on, tonguing, laving at one breast until I was writhing, ready to scream, before moving on to my other breast, driving me completely crazy.
His fingers entwined with mine, pinning me to the bed as he worked each of my breasts until I was begging. For what? I wasn’t even sure I knew. Or maybe we both knew all too well what I was begging for.
“Lex,” I gasped his name, sucking in air as though I was drowning.
He kissed down my stomach, releasing my hands from where they were pinned, and I immediately dove my fingers into his hair, holding those lips against my body. Those magical lips.
He nipped at my hipbone as he continued his descent until his nose lined up with my pussy and then licked my length from opening to clit over the top of my panties. I don’t know what was so fucking sexy about how he would first touch me through my underwear, but it was like an overture of what was to come. A preview of sorts, which would only make the main event that much more satisfying.
He licked me again over top of my panties, biting gently at my clit as he reached it. Then, instead of removing my G-string, he curved his finger inside the elastic, his knuckle brushing my inner thigh and tugged them to the side, revealing my swollen, pink flesh beneath.
He hissed a sigh that was so sexy, so unbelievably tantric, that you would have thoughthewas the one receiving pleasure, not me.
I pushed onto my elbows, wanting to see him, to watch every move he made. His palm flattened onto my stomach and his eyes drifted closed, almost as though he was in a brief moment of prayer, before his tongue flattened against me in a slow, sensual lick. He circled my opening with his tongue and then his lips joined in the action.
In a movement so involuntary I wouldn’t have been able to stop it if I tried, my hands fisted the covers around me and I gasped, unable to take my riveted gaze off him as those lips latched onto my clit, varying in speed and pressure, just enough to keep me squirming.
His tongue explored, caressed, thrusted, flicked, and did all sorts of other things I didn’t have the presence of mind to describe. He seemed to be savoring me like I was the most decadent soufflé.
His palm, which up until just now, had still been flattened on my stomach, slid down until he tugged my panties down and off my body, pausing just long enough for me to slip out of them before he had his mouth back on me. But even that brief moment apart had me moaning, crying out for him until his lips returned to my sex, licking faster than before.
His finger traced my opening, then slid inside as he tongued my clit, and he grunted against the hiss of pleasure that escaped me. I groaned in pure delight as he penetrated me with his finger, gliding it in and out in a slow, rhythmic thrust that paralleled his tongue.
The closer I got, the faster his movements were. My hips churned against his mouth, but it didn’t throw him off of his rhythm at all. He moved perfectly with me, adjusting the pulsing of his fingers to match the circular motions I was making.
