Page 60 of Lucas & Melissa Falling in Love
I desperately need her to give me what I want, to know what I want without me knowing, to feel that connection between us, to feel that it’s not one-sided, to know that she understands me, at least on some level.
“You’re so easy. Reallytooeasy.” She breathes the words into my mouth as the tender skin of our lips, moist and hot, barely touch. Listening to her words makes me hyper sensitive, as if her voice has special drugging qualities to make me her love slave.
As she walks her fingertips across my shoulder, I shiver. She steps her fingers down my arm, raising goose bumps, making me harder with each feathery contact. Her touch trails down my arm, my side and then to my belly, singeing my skin, branding me with hot need along the way. My breathing is shallow and my muscles coiled impossibly tight as I anticipate—what? I don’t know and that makes it all the more erotic and excruciating.
Her fingertips are relentless in their tenderness and they paralyze me until I can’t breathe. Reaching the sweat-damp hair surrounding my loins, she tangles her fingers through the rough coils, drags her nails across the sensitive skin while I grit my teeth.
I watch her as she concentrates on her task, lovingly and with all her focus, she lowers herself between my legs, nestling there, her fingertips lighting sparks on my skin. She touches everywhere except for my cock, which is now fully erect, proud and glistening, waiting with maddening tension.
“Please, Melissa . . .” I grind out the words, sliding my hands over her shoulders to her neck and lacing my fingers in her hair, caressing softly with my shaking hands.
She emits a soft laugh and flashes a teasing smile at me. She doesn’t need to. I’m feeling every bit of her teasing and loving it, am lost in it, desperately want more.
She leans forward, and with a slow precise movement, she darts out the pink tip of her tongue and licks the very tip of my cock, along the slit, where my juices are leaking in small drips. Her tongue laps up all the drops and a shudder goes through me. My cock spasms wildly. I squeeze my eyes shut.
Then as I’m about to scream something unholy, I feel her hot smooth hands fold around my cock at the base and tighten. When I open my eyes, bleary with lust while I’m lost in sensation, I see her lowering her mouth over the tip of my cock a split second before I feel the velvety hot moistness of her surrounding me, taking me in, deeper and deeper.
I cry out, struggling to keep my voice low, struggling not to push myself into her mouth and down her throat. She stops with a jolt and she’s gagging. Alarm brings my hands to her shoulders to pull her off, but she elbows me aside and glides her mouth lower until I feel the entire length of my cock enveloped inside her mouth and throat, every molecule electrified with sensitivity. She holds me there like that for a beat. I can hear her breathing through her nose, feel her vibrating with the effort and I feel my tension about to snap, when she tightens everything and sucks in. Hard.
Letting out an oath, a vow of unfathomable debt, I feel the cum rising, the tension snapping, the release coming. I pull at her shoulders but she ignores me and slides her mouth up my shaft, letting her teeth scrape lightly along the way, leaving explosions of sensation in their wake. I feel her hands on me, tight and pulsing as she lowers her head again. Desperately close I grind out the words, “I’m going to cum.” To warn her.
My words only intensify her movements as if I’ve turned on a switch to high voltage. And then the rush, the pulsing tide of stunning bliss rises and explodes into her mouth, throbbing in waves as my muscles push and my hands tangle in her hair. She swallows and then gags and I pull her from my cock, but she holds my cock in her hand as if it’s hers and rubs it, with the cum pouring out in pulses, over her face until her skin glistens with it.
I’m watching in awe, lost in the shocks of my orgasm, lost in the vision of her beautiful face awash in my cum.
The final shudders release me and I pull Melissa fully into my arms, showering her face with kisses, tasting the sticky saltiness there and then covering her lips with mine, tasting fully both of us combined. The depth of her giving is overwhelming me, bringing my emotions to new heights, making me more sure than ever of my love and that we belong together. I murmur these things to her.
She says into my mouth, “Lucas, you’re speaking in Italian. Your words are beautiful, but I can’t understand any of them.”
“I didn’t realize.”
“Clearly I’ve undone you.”
I feel the smile on her mouth and hold her tighter. “Precious,” I say. “My love.” I feel her sigh under me as I let my hand wander down her back, wanting to feel her come in a violent orgasm or two or more.
Beep. Beep.An alarm sounds from the nightstand.
“What the hell? I never set an alarm.”
“Shit. No,” she says. “Iset the alarm so we wouldn’t miss dinner. With your family.” She pulls away from me and I resist, but I know she’s right.
With a groan, I know we can’t miss this dinner. “I promise you I will make it up to you later,” I say, squeezing her round bottom as she scoots out of bed. She has far more energy than I do at this moment.
Standing, still with her little silk camisole on and nothing else, she says, “I left us enough time to shower. Separately.”
