Page 28 of Thirteen Years
I looked down at myself, then back up, “I’m sorry, I was just trying to get more comfortable if we’re going to be sitting on the couch, I didn’t mean to make it look like I was expecting something.”
She snort laughed. That fucking snort laugh. I loved it, “It's really okay, Lucas. I was just admiring you, if anything,” she said slightly breathless, making herself busy kicking her own shoes off.
Even, her embarrassment and uncertainty were equal parts endearing and infuriating. I took the few steps from the kitchen bar over to where she stood, and moved into her space, sliding my hands around her waist.
Her eyes found mine, the apartment still dark, only moonlight coming in through the window, and I just stared down at her, wondering how I’d gotten so lucky.
“What?” she whispered.
“Nothing, I’m just admiring you this time,” I said gruffly. Even in the low light I could see her turn pink at my compliment. I really hoped some day she’d get used to me giving them to her. My hands tightened around her waist, before I slid them under the hem of her shirt onto her bare skin and hips.
She sucked in a gasp. I loved that I affected her like that, with just the slightest touch, “What movie are we going to watch?” I asked, ducking my head and kissing the side of her neck. Thank God for messy buns and easy access.
“Um…” she trailed off, tilting her head to give me more room. I continued kissing up to the spot under her ear that always made her shiver.
“Maybe we could just do this?” she asked softly, breathless.
I pulled back looking down at her. “Are you sure?” I asked.
She wrapped her arms around my neck, “I mean….we’ve had make out sessions before….” she whispered trailing off teasingly.
I raised an eyebrow, laughing softly. “Yeah,” I agreed. “On lunch dates, where we had the time constraint and sometimes, the fear of being caught in your car or mine,” I chuckled softly. “I’m finding it rather hard to stop myself, and hold back, the longer I’m around you,” I said. I continued letting my fingertips dance along the skin under her shirt, relishing in her shivers.
“Maybe I don’t want you to stop,” she breathed, causing me to freeze.
“Oh really?” I said, backing her up towards the sofa, sliding a hand up across her collarbone, finding the front of her neck and holding it, not squeezing, just steadying. Her pulse picked up under my hand. My heart was pounding in sync with hers.
It was like time was standing still as she looked up at me and I knew that if we crossed this line, I wouldn’t ever be able to give her up.
“Kiss me,” she whispered, licking her lower lip as my eyes tracked the movement. She suddenly looked uncertain again. Shit, this woman still thought she wasn’t desirable and how she could still feel that way was beyond me. I tugged her up gently, my hand tightening on her neck, causing her to reach her tiptoes. I leaned my head down and kissed her hard, not giving her time to ease into it. I slid my tongue between her lips, finding hers in our now familiar way.
She sighed into my kiss and her body melted against me as I released her neck and slid both hands down to the back of her thighs, tugging up and causing her to fall backwards onto the couch as I followed her down. I settled my hips between her open thighs and slanted my mouth over hers kissing her deeper and harder.
I’m not even sure how long we kept kissing, laying against one another, breathing in each other's oxygen. She was the only woman I’d felt like simply making out with was sufficient in so long. I got lost in her mouth, her lips, the soft sounds that she made. My hands slid up under the hem of her shirt again, further this time, over her stomach, fingertips tracing along the bottom of her bra. The furthest I’d ever gone with her and I kissed down her neck, trying to feel her reaction and acceptance. She arched her back and I took that as a sign of encouragement.
I moved my right hand up, pressing it down on the couch beside her head, holding some of my weight off of her as I slid the left up over her breast and palmed it gently. She grasped the back of my neck with her right hand, the left clutching at the back of the couch, as she gasped and arched again as my teeth found her neck, nipping and then running my tongue over the spot to soothe. I could feel her nipple through the material of her bra and slid a fingertip towards it, circling. I pushed, raising myself up further and looked down at her, as my fingertip toyed with her nipple causing it to tighten even more watching as she bit down on her lip.
“Stop,” I commanded, voice low and gravelly in the dark, “I want to hear every single damn sound I wring out of you,” I continued, watching her eyes turn molten under my gaze as she panted.
She nodded up at me, sighing audibly, her back arching and pushing her chest up at me.
I smiled down at her, “Good girl.”
Her eyes lit up at the praise, as I rose up onto my knees, sliding my hands down and gripping her shirt, “Can I take this off?” I asked,
“Yes, please,” she whispered, “Lucas, I need you to touch me.”
No more hesitation, I pulled her shirt off and tossed it somewhere over my shoulder. I reached around her back and found the hooks on her bra quickly undoing them and sliding it off. I looked down at her and clenched my jaw, trying to reign myself in. I watched her hesitate and go to cross her arms, to hide herself from me.
I grabbed both her wrists and pinned them on either side of her head, “Don’t ever hide yourself from me,” I practically growled. “You have absolutely nothing to hide, you’re the most beautiful goddamned woman I’ve ever seen, Becks.” Her eyes widened slightly, they were still filled with a heat that told me she wanted me as much as I wanted her.
I ducked my head, kissing the peak of her left breast gently with closed lips, and she gasped louder. I smirked against the hardened peak, and parted my lips, letting my tongue dart out to lap at it gently.
“Lucas,” she groaned.
“I’ve got you, baby., I whispered, opening my mouth wide and taking as much of her breast in as I could, sucking hard, then letting it pop out, blowing hot air onto her puckered nipple, “Let me make you feel good.”
Releasing her wrists, my tongue continued lapping at her nipple, nibbling, and placing kisses all around her breast. I paid each area equal attention before moving to the opposite and providing the same treatment. Her hands moved to my shoulders, fingernails digging in, before pulling at my shirt tugging it up. I ignored her for a moment, continuing instead to slowly tease her, back and forth, working her into a panting mess below me.
