Page 29 of Thirteen Years
“So sensitive,” I said around her nipple. “You’re so damn sensitive. I love how you respond to me, Becks.”
She moaned at my words, encouraging me to continue. Her hips were bucking softly, seeking more than I was offering at the moment. Her core grinding against me.
“I bet I could get you to come just like this,” I rasped against her chest between her breasts, kissing the spot, hot and open mouthed, before moving over and sucking a nipple into my mouth again, flicking it rapidly with my tongue.
She arched up against my mouth, crying out softly now, “Lucas!”
“Tell me what you need, baby,” I pulled up, looking down at her. Fuck, she was gorgeous. Her chest was heaving, pink marks all over her breasts from my mouth and beard. Her nipples wet and achingly hard, pointing up at me.
“Use your words,” I said, staring down at her, “Tell me what you need.”
“I need you,” she said, imploringly, staring at me with big eyes.
“Here?” I asked softly, tracing her nipple with my finger, watching her eyes.
She groaned, “Yes, but…”
“But what, Rebecca?” I growled, resting my forehead against hers, “Tell me where you need me. Here?” I asked, sliding a hand down between us, between her legs, and cupping her through her leggings. Fuck. She was absolutely soaked, and I hadn’t even touched her here yet. “Are you aching for me? Jesus, sweetheart, I can feel you through your leggings. Is this all for me, Becks?”
Her hips pressed up, seeking friction. “Yes!” she cried out, Tugging at my shirt again trying to work herself against my hand.
I rose up to my knees, unbuttoning my shirt and practically tearing it off. The sound of buttons pinging off the hardwood floor drove me harder, fuck if I cared about ruining a shirt right now. I moved over her again, bracing myself again, sliding my right hand down her stomach into her waistband under her panties, cupping her with nothing between us this time, feeling her heat and wetness.
We both groaned, and she jerked at the sudden contact. Her thighs trembled and she whimpered. I ducked my head into her neck, gritting my teeth at how absolutely hot she felt against my hand, soaking my palm. “Becks,” I rasped. Her fingers tightened in my hair, pulling as she writhed under me.
“More,” she begged, rocking against my palm. I’d worked her into a mess. I let one of my fingertips slide between her folds, collecting her wetness, before gliding up nudging against her clit, raising my head up to look down at her again.
She closed her eyes, arching her neck back, letting her legs fall open wider.
“Lucas, yes, please. There.”
“Right here?” I asked. “Look at me.” My eyes met her chocolate ones. My fingertip circled her clit slowly, gauging her reaction. “Just like this?”
She nodded frantically, her whole body trembling under me.
“I’ve got you, baby. I’ll make you feel good,” I said, working my finger in a figure eight pattern now.
Watching her mouth part in awe of what she was feeling was one of the hottest things I’d ever seen.
“Keep your eyes on me.” Her hips were working against my finger now, and I followed her lead, working with her reactions to give her what she needed.
Her breathing was picking up even more, and her moans were getting frantic around us. “God, Becks, you’re so beautiful like this. Coming apart for me. You’re so wet for me. You feel so good.” I moved down whispering against her ear.
She sobbed out brokenly, “Lucas!”
“Shhh. I know what you need, sweetheart.” I moved my middle finger down, sliding it into her easily, searching and rubbing against the front of her inner wall. I found the little fleshy spot that had her jerking against me suddenly, a fresh wave of wetness coating my finger and palm.
“Oh my God,” she was moving her hips quickly now, her thighs trembling, “Please don’t stop!”
“I won’t stop, baby. You’re being such a good girl for me, Becks,” I groaned against her ear, working my thumb against her clit in rhythm with my finger inside her, pressing harder against her G-Spot.
“Are you going to come for me, sweet girl? Come all over my hand and soak it?” I could do this forever, watching her respond to my praise.
“Lucas,” her breathing hitched, her nails digging into my bare shoulder blades, and I pressed harder against that spot inside her, against her clit, “I…oh God…I…what…”
“Let go, baby. I’ve got you. Come for me, Rebecca,” I growled, and felt her shatter, working her hips against my hand, practically yelling my name through the room.
She was shaking and panting, a light coat of sweat all over her breasts. Her hair was coming down from her messy bun and her eyes were dazed, lips open and moaning, and she was all mine. She’d come apart just for me. I leaned down and kissed her deeply, working my hand against her still as she came down from her high. I gave her exactly what she needed, letting her ride out her orgasm against my fingers, and holding her close.
