Page 35 of Frenched (Frenched 1)
When he returned, he kicked off his jeans and pulled me right back where I was.
I had to bite my lip to keep from shouting hallelujah.
After helping him roll the condom on, I slowly lowered my body onto his long, solid cock, my breath caught in my throat. Lucas closed his eyes as I sank down, his expression almost pained. He kept his hands on my hips, but he didn’t push.
“Oh my God,” he breathed. “You feel so fucking good, I don’t know if I can even look at you.”
I smiled. “Why?”
“Because you’re so gorgeous, and your body’s so perfect, and you’re so tight and wet and oh fuck, don’t move yet…”
But I’d gotten all the way down, gasping at how deep I was able to take him, and couldn’t resist rocking my hips a little, just to tease him. “Mmm, Lucas.”
“Fuck.” His cock pulsed once inside me.
“I love the way that feels,” I whispered, squeezing him with my core muscles.
“Mia.” My name fell from his lips before he kissed me long and hard and deep, his tongue thrusting into my mouth. He threaded his fingers through my hair as I began to raise and lower myself, sliding up and down his shaft. “Oh God. Just wait—don’t move,” he begged, curling his fists and pulling on my hair.
I didn’t want it to end yet either, so after lowering myself all the way down again, I stayed where I was, reveling in the feel of him so deep and thick within me. He reached between us with one hand and rubbed his thumb over my clit, keeping the other fingers furled tight in my hair.
“Oh my God, how do you know exactly how to touch me?” I whimpered. “Did you read some kind of instruction manual somewhere and memorize it?” His thumb moved quicker, and I could feel the orgasm beginning to build.
“Fuck, Lucas.” I had to move. If I made him come too soon, so be it—I wouldn’t be that far behind. Pumping my hips over his, I grabbed his shoulders and held on. He slid his hands around to my ass and gripped me tight, shoving into me so hard his hips came off the couch. I rocked faster and faster, until the burning hot pressure within me built up so much I cried out, desperate for release.
And then, as if it were his climax that burst my pleasure wide open, Lucas groaned and stiffened beneath me right as my own orgasm peaked, and I rode his throbbing cock as uncontrollable spasms slammed through me.
And I actually screamed, “Oh my God, I love Paris!”
Once Lucas stopped laughing enough so he could breathe, he stood up and walked us into the bedroom with my legs still wrapped around his waist. “So you’re glad you stayed, I take it?”
I nodded. “Very.”
“Good.” He deposited me on the bed, dropping a kiss on my forehead before going into the bathroom, still grinning.
Closing my eyes, I lay back, my arms flung over my head, my legs hanging off the edge of the bed. If I hadn’t been so fucking happy, I’d probably have been embarrassed. But I couldn’t stop smiling.
A moment later, Lucas came out and flopped down next to me. “You know, I think that’s the best thing I’ve ever heard during sex.”
I peeked at him. “I’m glad I can amuse you.”
“You do more than that. God, you’re incredible.”
I rolled to my side, head propped in my hand. “Sure you’re not just saying that because you feel sorry for me?”
“Why would I feel sorry for you?”
“Because I was so miserable yesterday. Because I’ve never had sex this good before. Because I’ve never had three orgasms in one night—maybe not even in one week.”
He shook his head. “Why the hell did you waste so much time with that guy? If you were mine, I’d never keep my hands off you. Or any other body part.”
My belly flipped. If you were mine… “Yeah, well, he was different. Do you know that I can count on one hand the number of times he…did the thing you did earlier?”
“Go down on you? Are you kidding me? In two years, you can count the times on one hand?” Lucas looked appalled. “He had the sweetest pussy in all creation right next to him all that time and he didn’t spend his days and nights buried in it?”
I shook my head, my pulse quickening at his words. “Yep. It was like, my birthday, our anniversary, and maybe like a random fourth of July or something.”
