Page 31 of Thirteen Years
He wrapped his arms around me tight, tucking my head down and holding me close. We lay together, wrapped up in each other for who knows how long. I felt safe, replete, and happy. I still felt a flicker of fear deep down, that it was all too good to be true. I was waiting for something bad to happen. The monster in the closet to make itself known. Wondering when it was all going to be ripped away from me.
I grew drowsy against Lucas’ body and I felt him kiss my head right before I drifted off to sleep.
Blinking wearily as the sun shone straight into my face. I patted beside me confused. How the hell had I gotten into bed? I was wearing one of my oversized shirts with the leggings from last night. I heard my shower running. Lucas must have moved me in here sometime during the night and put the shirt on me. That was a testament to how safe I felt with him. Usually the slightest noise woke me.
I flopped onto my back and stared up at the ceiling, the previous night running through my head. It had been the most perfect evening.
“Did I wake you?”
I sat straight up in bed, staring across the room at a very wet, half naked Lucas Marshall. I raised my eyebrows. He really was absolutely covered in tattoos.
“The pink towel really compliments your complexion,” I laughed, throwing my head back.
“I mean, I could lose the towel, baby. If you like what you see?” he replied, reaching down and jerking it off in one quick motion.
“Oh,” I said, taking him in, water from the shower still beading on his skin. He was absolute perfection and I had to fight checking my chin for drool.
“Do you, Becks? Do you like what you see?” he asked gruffly, stepping towards the end of the bed and placing his hands down on it, glowering up at me.
My stomach did that little flip thing that I’d only heard other women speak about. He looked like a predator right now and I had a primal need to be his prey.
I cleared my throat, “The view is rather nice this morning,” I replied, blushing, as a cocky grin spread across his face. He was absolutely gorgeous in the light of the morning sun. And he was naked in my bedroom, and all mine.
“Rather nice, huh? So proper this morning. I can hardly believe this is the same woman I had cumming on my fingers last night, Rebecca.” He yanked the covers off and grabbed my ankles, tugging me down towards the end of the bed as I shrieked.
“What are you doing?”
“Breakfast,” he growled, tugging my leggings down.
“Breakfast?” I stuttered, raising up on my elbows to watch him throw my leggings behind him.
“I need another taste, Rebecca,” he said, running his hands up my legs and grabbing my panties.
“Lucas,” I said, warily. No one had ever done this to me. No one had even ever asked or wanted to.
“I’ve never….”
His eyes softened as he smiled at me,“Stop thinking so hard,” he said, tugging me again until my ass met the end of the bed, before he dropped to his knees.
“Just feel. Let me make you come again. I’m going to use my tongue and you’re going to feel amazing.” He placed his calloused palms on the inside of my thighs and pushed them open wide.
I was still perched on my elbows, watching him in disbelief, as he lowered his head, while holding eye contact with me.
He pressed his tongue against me, pushing until just the tip parted my folds, and gave me one full swipe from entrance to clit causing my head to fall back.
“So good,” He whispered from between my thighs. I lifted my head back up to meet his eyes that had darkened again, and all the breath in my body left on a shaky exhale. He scooted closer to the bed on his knees and pushed my thighs wider to fit the breadth of his shoulders. He moved an arm up, placing his hand on my chest and pushing until I fell onto my back off my arms.
I could feel his breath against me. His thumbs moved to part my folds gently, and he placed his lips around my clit and sucked.
“So fucking good,” he said, lips moving against my clit.
“Lucas!” I cried out breathlessly, trying to jerk away from the overwhelming sensations. He kept his lips firmly against me, sucking at my clit, as his hands gripped my waist, holding me in place.
I couldn’t close my thighs against the onslaught of feelings because his broad shoulders were between them, holding me open to him. I was completely at his mercy, and realizing that I enjoyed it, surprised me. I gripped the fitted sheet in both of my hands tightly as he began flicking his tongue against my swollen nub. My hips arched, moving against him.
“Oh my God.” My thighs squeezed his shoulders tightly as I looked down at his dark head bobbing between my legs. The sight was so erotic it made me squirm more as he moaned like I was the best thing he’d ever tasted.
He pulled back, letting me hear his lips pop off of me, “You’re so beautiful, coming apart for me, Rebecca,” he said, “I could do this every morning. Ride my face baby.”
