Page 86 of Frenched (Frenched 1)
My entire body vibrated with happy energy at his words. I nodded. “Anything is possible.”
Our lips came together and I welcomed his tongue into my mouth, slipping my hands beneath his shirt. His skin was hot, and I couldn’t wait feel it everywhere on me.
“Mmmm, wait,” he said when I tried to lift his shirt off. “I’m not done looking at you.”
He walked me backward until my legs hit the couch and I sat down, looking up at him through my lashes. “What is it you’d like to see?”
“All kinds of things.” His eyes raked over me again. “Fuck, you’re hot. Do you really have to leave in three days? How am I going to get enough of you before then?”
I sat up and bracketed his legs with my knees, moving to the edge of the couch. This time he let me undo his pants. “I don’t know. But I’m looking forward to watching you try. Want to watch me?”
“You know I do.” He sucked in his breath as I took his cock into my mouth, an inch at a time. I used my hands and lips and tongue just the way he liked, and gasped when he put his hands in my hair.
“Yes, pull it,” I whispered, licking him from base to tip, then spiraling my tongue over his smooth pink head. He grasped two fistfuls of my hair and pulled tight, and I dug my fingers into his hips and yanked him into me, deep, right to the back of my throat.
He groaned and held my head where he wanted it, thrusting into my mouth, and I loved the way he took control. I could feel myself getting hotter and wetter and more turned on with every push between my lips.
Suddenly he pulled all the way out and shoved my shoulders back. “I have to taste you. Now.” He dropped to his knees on the floor in front of me and yanked me toward him so my ass hung off the edge of the couch. I reached behind me to grab the back of it, crying out at the first stroke of his tongue against the lace panties.
“Don’t you want to take them off?” I asked between pants.
“No.” His fingers gripped my thighs as his mouth worked me through the lace until I could feel how soaked they were. Then he pulled them aside and flattened his tongue on my clit, pressing hard before sliding it in a slow circle. My eyes nearly popped out of my head watching him devour me in the candlelight.
“Oh my God,” I moaned, reaching down to slide one hand into his hair.
He looked at me, but I could only hold his gaze for about five seconds until my head dropped back and my eyes closed in utter ecstasy.
“Yes,” he breathed. “Come for me. I want to watch you.” He reached up and untied the bow between my breasts, and the bra fell open. “Touch yourself.”
I moved my hand to one breast, squeezing it before twisting the hard, tingling nipple between my fingers.
Moaning, Lucas slid two fingers into me and flicked my clit with the tip of his tongue before sucking on it hungrily. My body moved of its own accord, my hips rocking against his fingers and my hand pulling his mouth into my core. I opened my eyes again, desperately wanting to see myself come undone at his mouth.
“You want to watch me?” I whispered, the fire rising inside me. “Watch me now. Watch me come. Lucas, oh my God!” I cried as the climax rocketed through me. My feet came off the ground, knees toward my chest, toes pointed in my high heels.
The moment the pulsing bliss subsided Lucas pulled me to my feet and dragged me over to the wall between the windows. My legs were so weak I could barely stand, and I fell forward, bracing myself with both elbows. He stood behind me, and in my heels I was the perfect height.
“Spread your pretty legs.” His breath was hot on my shoulder.
I did as he asked, and he moved my thong aside, teasing me with the tip of his cock at my entrance. I arched my back, desperate for him to plunge into me, but he loved to make me beg.
“You want my cock?” he asked, giving me one more inch.
“Yes,” I panted. “I want it.”
“Say please.” Another agonizing inch.
“Please. Fuck me, I want it now.” I looked over my shoulder, and maybe it was seeing my face that finally made him give in, but he gave up his teasing and shoved into me, deep and hard.
I almost laughed it felt so fucking good. My mouth fell wide open as he gripped my hips and pulled me back against his thrusts. “Yes, like that,” I said. “I love the way you fuck me.”
“Oh my God, I can’t even last,” Lucas moaned.
“Good.” I arched my back even more, sticking my ass out
and bringing my feet together to make myself even tighter and wetter for him.
He must have liked it because two seconds later he cursed and squeezed my hips harder with his fingers, yanking me back as he throbbed inside me. I pushed against the wall and closed my eyes, reveling in the feel of his release inside me.
