Page 36 of Lost in You (Flirting with Forever 1)

“Everywhere, Shawn. I want you to touch me everywhere.”

“Turn around, then. You’re still half-trapped in this dress.”

She spins so her back is facing me, and I slowly begin to undo all of those little fuckers that I’d just done up a few hours ago. Finally. We’re finally moving in the right direction. With each one I undo, I kiss her somewhere different—her shoulder, the nape of her neck, her spine, the outer curve of her breast, the top of her ass cheek.

When I finally free her of the dress, she spins around again, right back into my arms. Her fingers roam over every inch of my bare skin that she can find, skimming over ridges of ab muscle, brushing over my pecs, then coming back to flick her thumbs over my nipples. A deep growl sounds in my chest when she presses her naked torso to mine, and she feels so damn good I could come in my pants.

But I won’t. I want this to be everything it should be for her. I back her up to our tiny bed and encourage her to scoot backward onto it. I watch her turn and crawl to the head of the bed, and I just about have a seizure. She’s wearing these cheeky little lace panties, and when I say cheeky, I mean most of her ass cheeks are not inside of them. They are hands down the hottest thing I’ve ever seen. I quickly free myself from my dress pants, the buckle clanking to the floor, which draws her attention.

She studies me with a pair of eyes that are so full of want and need that I wonder how long she’s had these feelings for me. Has it been hours? A day? More? Her face flushes pink when my eyes meet hers; she’s so pretty I could cry. The mattress dips as I scramble onto it after her, unable to wait a second longer before I touch her again. I kneel over her, shift her so she’s lying flat on her back, and cage her on the bed with my body. I kiss her soft stomach and she squirms. I suck her nipples again and she writhes. And when I shift backward, my lips ghosting over her hips, she throws her head back. With a kiss stamped right at the juncture of her thighs, she moans long and low. My vision tunnels until all that exists is me and her. I slide the panties over her ass and drag them down her creamy, pale legs. I want my mouth on her. Right. Fucking. Now.

Between her legs, her pink flesh glistens, bare except for a thin landing strip of curls. My hands each palm an ass cheek as I lift her to me, dipping my tongue straight into her core. She’s aroused, absolutely drenched. I lick, suck, and swirl my tongue, savoring every last bit of her.

Madison’s head thrashes around on the pillow as she clutches the sheets below her. “Oh, God. Shawn. Oh, God. I can’t—”

I groan, the desperation in her words driving me, and plunge my tongue inside her heat again. My voice is raspy when I say, “I want to goddamn devour you. Do you want me to stop?” I tilt my head to the side, waiting for her answer. Kissing her inner thigh, I scrape over it lightly with my stubble, and then lick the abraded skin.

Her head shakes back and forth as I push one finger inside of her, hooking it upward, rubbing the front wall of ridged flesh. “No!” She draws in another quick breath, chest jerking with it. “No, don’t stop.”

The feel of my hands and mouth on her—of our bodies giving in—it’s everything. My mouth descends on her again, flicking over her clit. I add a second finger, pumping slowly in and out, stoking the fire inside of her. She begins to tremble, her legs quaking on either side of my head.

“Oh my God. Shawn. I’ve never—I’ve never—” I glance up to see her hair is a wild mess on the pillow circling her head like a halo. Angel.

I smile against her pussy, knowing she’s about to tip right over the edge for me. “Come on my tongue, sweetheart. You taste so good. I knew you’d be amazing.”

And with that, her muscles all tighten up and she cries out, her body completely out of her control as the waves of pleasure flow through her. Her inner muscles clamp down on my fingers over and over again. I’ve got to admit, it’s pretty damn sexy watching her go off the deep end like that, knowing I did that to her. She’s bathed in absolute bliss, her body languid and incapable of any significant movement.

Madison blinks and looks down between her legs where I’m still lying.

She covers her face with her hands for a count of three, then attempts to prop herself up on her elbows. I keep eye contact as I lean in and place my lips right over the hood of her sex, sucking and flicking at her clit with my tongue. She was already flushed from her orgasm, but a deep red stains her cheeks as she watches me. I slide my fingers through her folds, her arousal coating them.

“Did you mean what you said?”

I remove my mouth from her long enough to murmur, “I mean everything I say, but what are you referring to, Butterfly?” My tongue darts out to lick her again.

Her head drops back. “I can’t think when you’re doing that.”

I chuckle against her naked center and she twitches hard. “Was it maybe about the way you taste?” I bring my fingers to my mouth and suck them clean.

She presses her lips together and nods. Her eyes widen as I crawl between her legs, lower my body to hers, and cup the back of her head with my hand. My fingers thread through the mass of curls, and I lean in to brush a kiss over her lips. My intent was to slow us down and give us a breather, but at the first touch of her swollen lips, I can’t hold back, my mouth slanting over hers.

Our tongues duel, and she gasps.

“Do you taste yourself on my tongue? So sweet. So perfect.”

She moans her answer and locks her legs around my waist, rubbing her wetness against my erection through my boxer briefs.

We explore each other’s mouths, kiss after intoxicating kiss, all while my hard-on rages, ready to burst through the fabric encasing it. I’d been in complete control just a few minutes ago, so focused on giving her pleasure that I’d been able to ignore my insistent dick begging me to be inside of her. Then she started grinding against me. Game. Fucking. Over.

My hands roam over her body, and I plant a kiss on her chin. “Give me just a second.” I push up and scramble for my duffel bag to retrieve the condoms that I’d packed.

“Boy Scout.” She laughs. “Did you know something I didn’t about what would happen this weekend?”

My lips tease into a smirk. “I always have some. It’s really just a habit to throw them in at this point. Those Boy Scouts are not stupid.” My eyes flick to hers. “For once, they’re actually going to get used.”

“They?”

I run the pad of my thumb over my lip as I look at her naked body spread out before me. “Definitely.”

---