Page 67 of Love Out Loud

“Nice,” he repeats in a daze, his voice as full of emotion as mine is. He traces two fingers lightly over my lips. “I’m glad you think that’s nice, because I’m thinking a lot of very not-nice thoughts about you right now.”

“Me, too.” I huff. As his fingers make another pass over my mouth, my tongue darts out to meet them. I draw them between my lips, swirling my tongue around them.

“Dammit, Lark.” He lowers his head to my shoulder as I continue to taste his skin. He grunts as I suck his fingers even harder. “I want to fuck that mouth,” he groans.

I release his fingers, and he trails a wet line down the V of my shirt, just over the swell of my breast. “That sounds like a good use of the time we have left,” I pant. “Are you…clear?”

He barks a short laugh and nods. “I got tested last week after we…” He almost looks embarrassed as he trails off. “I don’t want to presume, but I figured it was a good idea.”

Removing myself from his lap and kneeling between his powerful thighs, I look up at him. “It was a very good idea.” I hook my fingers around the elastic waistband of his gym shorts and pull them off along with his boxers. He lifts his hips to help me and kicks the rest of his clothes aside. My mouth waters at the sight of his cock as it springs free to stand at attention for me.

I don’t know if I’ll ever get over the sheer size of him. Longing for him to fill me collects in my core, but I temper it. Not yet. We still have some time, and I plan to use it.

Gripping the base of him, I lick up his shaft. Lennon sighs and sinks into the couch cushions. I taste the precum dripping from the tip and hum my approval before taking him into my mouth. I let my saliva drip down to wet my hand as I work with it in tandem with my mouth and in time with the Lennon’s movements.

His hands make fists on either side of his legs. When I look up at him, he’s already watching me with hooded eyes, and his parted lips curl into a dazed smile. “Such a pretty mouth wrapped around me,” he rasps. “You want more?”

I nod, and he palms the back of my head to gently bring me further. His tip grazes my throat, and I relax it to take as much of him as I can. The smooth skin of his cock slides in and out of my lips in time with his thrusts. He tastes like salty ocean waves, and I want to drink him in.

“You’re taking me so well, Songbird, but your time is up.” He grips my hair and pulls me off of him with a pop.

“But I want more,” I protest.

Lennon shakes his head, his hazel eyes dark with desire. “It’s been five minutes. Clothes off. Now,” he orders.

“Touch yourself while I get undressed,” I demand. He’s not the only one who can boss someone around, and this power I have over him is still heady, humming in my blood. “I like watching you get excited.”

He complies, his hand working as his powerful forearm flexes with the motion. I swallow hard as I remove my shirt first, then my leggings. My bra goes next, my breasts bouncing as they’re freed from its grasp. Lennon lets out a validating moan as he watches me, his hand still working slowly over himself.

“Panties,” he chokes out.

“You want them?” I drag a teasing finger over the top of them.

“Yes,” he says on an exhale. “Give them to me.”

I peel them off slowly, then dangle them in front of him. He snatches them out of my hand and brings them to his nose to inhale deeply. “God, Lark. You smell like heaven.”

My whole body is on fire, begging to be touched. Luckily, I don’t have to wait because he releases himself and leans forward to drag a finger through my center. When he circles my clit, I all but fall forward, my hands meeting his strong shoulders.

“I need you, Lennon,” I whisper. “Please.”

“You’re already so wet for me. You must have liked the taste of my cock.” He watches his finger disappear inside me. When he hooks it forward, I shudder. “Tell me how much you liked it,” he demands.

“A lot,” I whimper, squeezing my eyes shut. “I want you in my mouth again.”

“There’ll be time for that,” he assures me. “We have the rest of our lives.”

My eyes fly open and meet his questioning glance. Between my legs, his movements stop, almost as if he’s hesitating.

“You mean it?” I ask.

“It’s you or no one,” he says softly, his expression sincere. Hopeful.

Slowly, I lower myself onto his lap again so I can cup his face with my hands. There’s so much uncertainty, but at least we are on the same page about the most important thing.

Him and me. Forever.

I crash my lips into his in a bruising kiss, and he meets it with equal fervor. His hand continues working between us, building an exquisite pressure in my spine. But it’s not enough. I pull his hand from me and raise myself up so I can adjust him underneath me.