Page 111 of The Love of My Next Life
I lick my lips and clear my throat.
“I didn’t peg you for a boxer brief kinda guy,” I joke, and he laughs. He slides his thumbs under the band of his underwear and slides them back and forth. My eyes stay glued to the movement.
“I’m usually not,” he says, gripping the band, “but the suit pants looked funny with boxers. I needed smooth lines.”
I nod, but don’t speak, because he starts to slowly push the fabric down his thighs, inch by inch, revealing more and more of the thin strip of dark hair leading down from his bellybutton. I didn’t get a good look at it that night in my bedroom. It was rushed and I was angry. I didn’t pay attention to anything other than trying to piss him off and get my way.
But now? Now I can savor it.
When I see the base of his erection, I bite the inside of my cheek. Then more, thick and veiny, comes to view, and I can’t tear my eyes away. I can’t breathe. I don’t blink until his underwear is dropped to the floor and his erection is jutting out in front of him.
He wraps his hand around it and gives it a stroke, pulling the skin back away from the smooth head. He chuckles, and I rip my eyes from where he’s stroking himself and look at his face. His smile is sinful and makes my thighs shake.
“Uncut,” he says roughly. “Like unwrapping a present.”
It’s a ridiculous thing to say, and my mouth twitches with the need to laugh, but my head is so fogged with lust that I can’t do anything more than chew on my lip and stare.
“I want you,” I say to him, and his eyes turn molten. “I want you, Macon. This is me enthusiastically begging.”
He stalks toward me, and I rush to him. We collide in the middle, a mess of tangled, grasping, needy limbs.
I kiss him with everything I have in me as he undoes my bra, slides it down my shoulders, and tosses it behind him. He bends and takes my nipple in his mouth, and I moan. He bites, and I moan louder. As he lifts me, I wrap my legs around his waist, and he walks us toward the bed before lying me on top of it.
Macon presses kisses all over my stomach before pulling my panties down my legs and dropping them to the floor, then he covers my pussy with his mouth.
“Oh my god,” I cry. He licks me with the flat of his tongue, then swirls around my clit before closing his lips around it and sucking. My body bows as I moan and bury my fingers in his hair. “Macon, yes. Yes, Macon.”
He hums and slips a finger inside me. I clench around him, and I can’t wait any longer. I need him now. I need to feel him inside me now. I need to see what he looks like when he comes.
I pull on his hair, tugging him up my body.
“Are you okay?” he asks quickly, and I nod and take his mouth with mine.
I hum at the taste of me on his tongue, sucking on his lower lip as he continues to pump his fingers inside me. I break our kiss and bring my hands to the sides of his face.
“I want you now, Macon,” I pant out, pressing kisses to his cheek and jaw and neck. “Please. I want you now. I need to feel you.”
He groans and kisses me hard. He props himself up on his forearm, so he’s hovering over me, then grabs my wrist with his other hand and guides it between our bodies. We lock eyes as he wraps my hand around his hard cock, and I marvel at the way his lips part with a sharp inhale when my fingers tighten around him. He’s hot and hard and satin-soft. I pump my fist over him once, and he hisses.
“Fuck, Lennon,” he groans. “You have no idea how many times I’ve dreamed of this.” With his hand on top of mine, he guides me to stroke him again. “Fucking my hand and pretending it was yours. Stroking myself like it was you. It never, ever felt this good.”
He takes our hands and swipes the head of his cock over my swollen pussy, and I moan.
“Oh my god,” I say. I do it again, without his prompting, this time pressing down on my throbbing clit. I close my eyes and do it a third time, then push him lower toward my opening.
“You sure?” he asks. His voice is breathy and strained. I look him in the eyes and nod.
“I’m so sure,” I tell him honestly, and he slowly pushes inside me.
With every inch, my body stretches to accommodate him, my skin buzzes with need. His eyes stay on mine until he’s fully seated, and then we both release a moan. He kisses me softly as he starts to move. Slow at first, making me whimper as he treats me with such tenderness.
I’ve never felt so cherished.
I’ve never felt so loved.
He breaks the kiss and presses his forehead to mine.
“You feel so good, Lennon,” he says. His words ghost over my lips as he drags his cock slowly in and out of me. “You’re going to ruin me. You feel too fucking good.”
