Page 92 of This Life and All the Rest
“Fucking gorgeous,” I say. “You’re already so wet for me, Len.”
I glance up at her and find her watching me, her pupils blown wide and her chest rising and falling rapidly.
“You know how long I’ve waited to taste you again?” I drop my forehead to her pelvis and inhale, breathing her in. “I’m going to suck and lick your clit until you’re screaming.”
“Please,” she says, and I drag my tongue over her pussy, groaning when I finally taste her.
She whimpers, pressing her hips closer to my face. I chuckle against her.
“So needy,” I say. I swirl my tongue around her clit, then back away. “So eager for me to tongue-fuck you.”
I bite her inner thigh, and she growls.
“Quit teasing,” she pants out, and the thick desire in her voice pushes me over the edge.
I close my mouth over her, sucking and licking in earnest. When she starts to quiver, I stop just long enough to press my forearm against her pelvis and lift her leg over my shoulder. Then I bury my face back between her legs. I suck her clit and slip two fingers inside her, her wet pussy sucking them in and pulsing around them.
“Fucking hell,” I say. “I want you to come all over my face.”
I bite her thigh again and suck hard before moving back to her core
“Soak my lips with your cum. And then I’m going to shove my cock into this sweet pussy and fuck you,” I say on a growl. “You want that?”
“Please,” she moans, and that’s all I need.
I finger-fuck her while licking her, sucking her. I crook my fingers the way I know she likes, massaging her inner walls while I flick my tongue over her swollen bundle of nerves.
She thrusts her hips, rubbing her herself back and forth over my mouth, and I groan against her. My cock is leaking precum, drenching my shorts, and I’m so hard that it hurts.
“Oh yes, Macon,” Lennon says. “Like that, like that.”
I keep pace until she tightens around me, until she explodes with a breathless cry, and then I rise to my feet.
She pushes my shorts down and grabs hold of me, squeezing again, and my moan is strangled, guttural. She hitches her leg around my hip, I grab onto her thigh, and she guides me to her pussy, rubbing me up and down over her slickness.
Fuck, I could come right now, but I’m not fucking her against this door.
I take a step back and kick my shorts off, then lift her. She wraps her legs around my waist, and I capture her lips again as I walk us to my bedroom. When I get to the bed, I lie her down gently before climbing over her. I kiss her lips, her jaw, her neck. Every part of her that I’ve dreamed of, I savor and taste.
When she reaches between us and grips me again, I groan. I’ll never get tired of her hands on me. She pushes my cock against her pussy and moves on me. Both of us are panting. We’re both desperate for this.
But then I halt and squeeze my eyes shut.
“What,” she says against my mouth. “What’s wrong?”
“I don’t have a condom,” I say, remembering how upset she was the last time, and the silence stretches.
“Not in your nightstand?” she pants out. “In your wallet?”
I release a strained laugh.
“None there either,” I tell her, and she stiffens.
I know what she’s thinking, that I’ve been fucking women bare, and I kiss her quickly before easing her worries.
“I haven’t been with anyone since prom,” I confess. “Only you.”
Her mouth drops open, and she pulls her head back. She stares at me, bounces her hazel eyes between mine, and I can tell she’s at war with herself.
