Page 94 of Saved By A Dark Billionaire
"If you say so, Rose."
I continued with my work and Lucas with my journal. He continued reading without complaint. I'd almost forgotten how much I had written about Ian in those journals. He took up most of my freshman year journals and almost all my sophomore ones. I'm not sure how he'll feel when he realizes Ian is still in those.
"Hey, Lucas?"
"Yes, my Rose?"
"Ian may be in a lot of my journals, but I hope you know the feelings I had for him don't hold a candle to the ones I have for you now." I turned to look at him, seeing him smile at me. He leaned forward, kissing my cheek sweetly.
"Good," he whispered.
We grew silent again as I focused. The subject matter was getting harder each week. I still hadn't fully decided what to do with dad and his news of a new baby. I don't want anything to happen to it, but I also don't want to drop out, and let my years of hard work go to waste.Is that selfish of me? Would I be an asshole if I chose myself?
"Rose, when's your birthday?" Lucas randomly asked, making me realize neither of us actually knew that about each other. It was odd that we would admit our love before evening knowing the basics about one another.
"Christ, we don't know much about each other," I gasped.
"Easily corrected. My birthday is April 26th."
"Mine is June 3rd," I answered him.
"A summer baby." He smiled.
"Favorite color?" I asked him, wanting to know all the little things now.
"Hmm, does gold count?"
"If you want."
"Okay then, gold. What about you, Rose?"
"Teal." It's always been teal.
"Interesting," he mused. "Favorite pastime?"
"Watching movies, or hitting the punching bag at the gym. You?"
"Reading." He smiled, holding my journal up and making me blush lightly.
"Favorite sport?"
"Soccer, of course," he answered me.
"I like to play volleyball best, but I've played soccer too. I like to watch soccer the best.”
"So you'd watch me play if I joined a team again?" He asked me, almost seeming insecure as he did.
"I would love that." I bit my lip as I imagined him in a soccer uniform. He'd be hot as hell in one. I got off my spot, straddling him on the couch. My eyes and body were hungry for him. We hadn't been as sexually active with him hurt, causing me to become some rabidly horny dog. I grabbed his face, leaning down and kissing him passionately. I licked at his bottom lip, asking permission to enter. Our tongues danced against each other in a swirl.
"You stay still, and let me do all the work." I whispered in his ear as I stood up. His intense brown eyes watched me as I slowly undressed before him. I undid his pants and pulled them off him with his boxers, leaving his shirt on, not wanting to move his arm much. My hands slid onto his thighs, spreading them to allow my torso in. I took his flaccid dick into my mouth, feeling it start to grow with each suck and lick. He groaned as I continued to move my head against it. When he was nice and hard, and extremely horny for me, I stood up. I straddled his lap again, aligning my entrance perfectly with the tip of his dick.
I slowly slid down his shaft until he was deep inside me. I waited a moment before I began to sway my hips against him. My hands gripped his shoulders tightly, not looking away from his eyes as I continued to bring us both pleasure. Lucas' hand crawled up my body until it found my breast. His finger traced along the small scar from my surgery.
"You're absolutely perfect, Rose, battle scars and all."
His words drove me up, making me feel so good. Somehow, he always manages to say the right things to make me feel better about my insecurities. I had started to hate the scar on my breast, feeling it made me look unattractive. His words pushed those insecurities far away, because I know he means it. I've begun to notice Lucas never says anything he doesn't mean. I continued swaying against him until I reached my climax. I then began sliding him in and out of me, causing my thighs to burn as I continued. I kissed him passionately, leaving our mouths open as we breathed one another in. I held his head close, feeling his chin on my breasts. Before I knew it, I'd milked Lucas of all he's worth. We stayed like that for a moment longer with Lucas growing soft inside me again.
"Thank you, Rose," he whispered before kissing me again.I love this man.
