Page 43 of Lost in You (Flirting with Forever 1)

Oh fuck, oh fuck, oh fuck. With every s

troke of my dick into her insanely wet and warm mouth, it just feels better and better. Watching her on her knees before me, her plump lips wrapped around me, well, that’s got to be the best goddamn thing ever. Her pale breasts, with their dusky pink nipples, swing a bit as I thrust into her mouth. Her tongue is so wild on me, I’m about to see stars. Planets. The whole fucking universe.

And then she does it. She reaches for my balls with her free hand, and when she cups me, I know we’re about to arrive at the point of no return. My body tightens, jerking to attention at the fresh onslaught of electricity streaking through me. “Wait, baby. Wait.” I tug gently on her hair, and she glances up, her lips breaking their seal around me with a pop. She gives me a smile that is part sweet, but then she massages my balls, giving me a sly look. Little minx. Sweet but one hundred percent fucking naughty. She knows what she’s doing is making me crazy. I wrap my fingers around her upper arms. “Come here.”

She stands while I breathe deeply and steadily with my eyes shut in a bid to gain back control. “You’re killing me.”

“It was bad?” My eyes flick open in time to see her face fall.

I give my head a quick shake and a tortured chuckle works itself from me. “Fuck no. The best I’ve ever had.” I pull her to me, kissing those naughty lips that have tipped up into a grin. “So fucking good, Butterfly.” I cup her cheeks in my hands and capture her lips with mine, our mouths immediately slanting, giving each other better access. As we take the kiss deeper, the idea that her tongue has just been on my cock is almost enough to make me blow right on the spot. I drag her nakedness flush to my body, my aching erection trapped between us.

I lift her, and her legs lock around my hips. My fingers grip her lush ass cheeks, and I groan out my pleasure at the feel of her in my hands, then press her back to the wall. I drop hurried kisses over her breasts, all while she grinds against me. Her back arches, seeking out that perfect angle, the friction she needs.

I spin to the bed with her, laying her down in the center. She whimpers and squeezes her legs together, as if she’s trying to soothe the building pressure deep inside. She reaches for me, but I shake my head.

“Nope. My turn.” I raise a brow at her and tilt my head to the side. And, if her mouth on me wasn’t enough to do it, I know for sure she’s the one for me when she gazes into my eyes, draws her legs up, and drops her knees open wide. Just. For. Me.

Her pussy is so goddamn wet, it sends a jolt of lust straight down my spine. My cock aches to be inside of her.

I run my hands from her knees up the insides of her legs, her soft skin so tantalizing, I bend at the waist and run my nose along one of those long legs until I get to the juncture of her thigh. My tongue darts out, and I lick along the tendon, toward the aroused flesh of her sex. I stop just shy of it, move to the other side and do the same.

At this point, she’s writhing on the bed, moaning.

“Please, Shawn.”

“Please what, Butterfly?”

She throws her head back. “Touch me.” Her breasts bounce as she pants.

I drop a kiss to her knee. “Here?”

“Ah. No.”

I kiss her belly. “How about there?” My warm breath cascades over her center as I angle my head down.

“No.” She locks gazes with me. “Your mouth. On me now.”

“Ah. All you had to do was ask.” My tongue swipes over her clit before traveling over every inch of her sensitive flesh.

“Oh, yes. Yes. Yes. Yes.”

“Madi?” I lift my head, my fingers replacing my tongue, sliding through her arousal. “I need to be inside of you. Right. The fuck. Now.” I can only describe what just came out of my mouth as a growl. I swipe a condom out of my bag, roll it on, and with no pretense whatsoever, slide deep inside her.

Her muscles clamp down on me, and I pause, waiting for her body to adjust.

I kiss her softly at first, let my lips wander over her, finding all of her secret places—that little spot behind her ear that makes her sigh, the place at the hollow of her throat that makes her moan and squirm beneath me.

And then she rocks against me, takes me deeper, and blows my mind. I kiss her with urgency. With possession. Like she’s mine and I’m hers and this is forever.

I want this woman. I want to know her intimately—all her joys, all her secrets, all her fears. In her eyes, I see what could be a future, and that simultaneously makes me happy and freaks me the fuck out. Are we ready for that? It’s only been one whole damn weekend, and she already has me. I’m locked up, key thrown away.

At that thought, I thrust harder, pound into her sweet body, and swallow her cries of ecstasy. I claim her as mine with every stroke, with every beat of my heart. And then I’m spinning out, just like she’d asked. We’re out of control, and I don’t ever want to stop. I growl in satisfaction as I tip her hips up just right. She arches her back in response, her whole body coiled tight, and then she breaks, her hips rolling over and over, waves of sinful pleasure cascading over her. The release is long and drawn out, her muscles spasm, and, holy fuck, it feels like she’s milking my cock. I explode, her name a choked roar from my lips.

I fall onto her, hold her tight, and breathe her in. Mine. She sighs softly beneath me.

“You make me feel so good, Shawn.”

I kiss her nose. “Always my goal. Be right back.” I climb out of the bed and head for the bathroom to clean up. When I come back out, she smiles softly at me, lifting the covers and inviting me back in with her. There’s a hint of something else in her eyes, a kind of wistfulness, a worry of some sort. Whatever it is, I hope she’ll share it with me when she’s ready. Until then, I’ll hold her close to me, and maybe that will be enough to ease her mind.

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