Page 56 of Sweet on You
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Lex
With Ronnie’s mouth on my cock, I thought I was going to explode. She was going to town on me, devouring me, swallowing against my head in a way that was explosive and unimaginable. Sex when I was high? It had never been like that. It had been foggy. Like I was in the midst of a sandstorm, eyes half closed. It was sloppy. There were distractions. More often than not, I could barely remember it. I could hardly remember which partner I’d been with let alone what someone liked and what they didn’t if, God forbid, there was a repeat. Sex was selfish. Well, to be fair,lifewas selfish back then. Nothing I did was for anyone other than myself and feeding my habit. But my partners were all junkies, too. Even though London and I were a couple, we weren’t exactly known for being monogamous. So sex was simply a means for each of us to get off and that was that. Like mutual masturbation.
But this? This was different. Ronnie was different. Hell,Iwas different. Above all else, this had to be for her. I wanted it to be about her pleasure more than mine.
But based on that blowjob? Holy shit. It was going to be about my own pleasure too. And suddenly I was really nervous about how long I would last.
Luckily, for me, she stopped just in time and looked up at me, pupils dilated wide and her curly, dark hair a wild, sexy mess around her flushed cheeks.
In seconds, she had the condom torn open, sucking in a choppy breath of air before she sheathed my erection with the latex. I moved to roll on top of her, but Ronnie stopped me with her flattened palm against the center of my sternum. Though her movements were sensual, they were still firm. She was all business, even in the bedroom, and she lowered me down onto my back once more to climb on top of me.
I never knew what to expect from her. In some ways, it was sexy as hell. It was also confusing as hell… but for now, I just wanted to focus on the sexy part.
My gaze swept her body and I took all of her in, wanting to memorize every second of this evening. Just the sight of her had my cock throbbing, aching, hard and ready for her. She was gloriously beautiful in a way that transcended her looks. Yes, she was physically beautiful, but kneeling over me like this and taking charge? She was also confident and strong and powerful in a way that had me melting at her feet, ready to do whatever she wanted.
She blinked slowly, bowing her head to mine and taking my lips in a kiss that was so achingly slow, I could feel it in the base of my stomach. I slid my fingers up the back of her neck, threading them into her curls, and tugged the kiss deeper, pressing my tongue against hers.
Her hands landed on my ribs, her thumbs grazing the sensitive skin at my sides.
With my free hand, I palmed her breast, brushing my thumb across her pebbled nipple and kneading her with just enough pressure to cause her to shudder, break the kiss and throw her head back.
With a thrust of her pelvis, her wet pussy glided against my length and we both groaned in unison at the slick friction. Her fingers drifted down my abdomen, stroking at the lines of muscle until she reached my girth and gripped me. The firm hold contrasting with her silky soft skin caused a gasp to tear from my throat.
She pinned me down and lowered herself onto me, burying my dick inside her.
Her head fell back as she paused there, my fingers digging into her hipbones, I arched up, stabbing deeper inside of her. She moaned, her head lolling to the side.
“Lex,” she moaned, my name a stuttered breath on her rosy lips.
She eased off of me slowly, gliding me almost entirely out before sinking back down onto me and rocking her hips.
She squeezed her muscles around me, pulsing herself in an erotic way that left me gasping and arching into her for more. Her speed increased, bouncing hard up and down on me, circling her hips in greedy movements to milk me harder, faster.
It was a dizzying struggle. I fought to keep my eyes open, fastened onto her, because it all felt so good. Too good. I didn’t deserve this much pleasure. I didn’t deserve her.
Carnal need and lust clawed up my spine, ratcheting energy through my entire body. My muscles felt like they were on fire as I met each of her movements thrust for thrust.
I loved the way her body responded to mine. In some ways, it was subtle: the flush of her chest; the staggered breath that pushed out of her parted, wet lips; the clenching of her muscles around me as I grew harder inside of her. In other ways, it wasn’t so subtle: the sweat dripping between her breasts; the way her moans were growing louder, more urgent, her eyes squeezed shut in needy determination.
I pushed onto my elbows, bracing my weight with one hand, while pressing my thumb against her clit.
She cried out, her fingernails clawing into my shoulders as I stroked her in a fast staccato that matched the rhythm to which she rode me. Her movements on top of me sped up, impossibly harder and faster, her breasts bouncing wildly in my face. I leaned forward, grazing my teeth gently over her dark pink nipple before sucking it deeper into my mouth. It hardened against my tongue, turning into a firm bead of need.
Her body clenched one final time around me, the spasms of her orgasm gripping me and spiraling me over the edge into my own ejaculation. I drove harder into her, thrusting through the shuddering spurts of liquid gold surging through my body and pulled her tighter against me, nipping and kissing my way from her breasts up her neck until she went limp in my arms, her mouth crashing onto mine. Her warm palms cradled my face as we each rode the wave of pure ecstasy.
Still holding her in my arms, I rolled her onto her back, resting over her body. Our legs tangled together like a sailor’s knot and even though I had just come, I was still hard. Ready for more. After two years of no sex? I wasn’t sure I would ever have enough of Ronnie. I swallowed, studying her below me. Her cheeks were the same shade of pink as her natural lips. The tiny bit of eye makeup she had put on was merely a smudgy gray on her eyelids now. Her curls were wild, fanned out around her against the bedspread. And she was absolutely breathtaking.
She smiled, sliding her arms above her head and stretching with a satiated yawn. “That was pretty good for neither of us getting any in years.”
“Pretty good?” I joked. “You were sensational. I’m sure I was rubbish—”
“Don’t do that self-deprecating British thing,” she scolded playfully.
“You’re the one who used the phrase ‘pretty good,’ not me.” I grinned. “That just means we need to try harder.” I slid the condom off of me, tying the end.
Ronnie lifted a brow. “I look forward to that—” her eyes went wide and she jolted up on her elbows. “You’re still hard,” she said, her voice completely changing.
