Flesh: Part Eight (The Flesh Series Book 8) (4 page)

“
Lucian,”
I cry out his name, resting my head back against the comforter. My
hands move to grope my tits, my fingers closing around already perked
nipples to give just that little bit of added stimulation I need to
have an incredible climax.

Lucian peeks over my
mound. “I think you were more ready for this than you let on.”

“
Don't
stop,” I breathe, barely able to concentrate on anything other
than the receding pleasure from the withdrawal of his mouth.

“
You
always taste so good down here.” He slips his hand between my
legs and makes lazy circles around my clit with his index finger.

“
You're
such a tease,” I grumble, feeling like I'm about to pitch a fit
if he doesn't continue.

“
You
like it.” He trails the finger down to my slit, softly probing
at the surface.

“
It
drives me crazy.” I dramatically turn my head to the other
side, my hair flipping and landing on my face. My body is all pent-up
sexual frustration. I feel unbelievable wet and wanton and on the
verge of pouncing on him. Why does he have to move so tortuously
slow?

The heat of his
breath wafts across my folds, making me shiver. I feel the rough flat
of his tongue make a slow sweep across my clit, his finger probing a
bit deeper. I whimper in horny discontent, the heat between my legs
almost searing, the throbbing need almost unbearable.

“
Lucian,
please.”

“
Please
what?” His lips close around my core and his tongue lashes out
to flick across it, driving me back up again. At the same time, he
jams his finger into me, followed by a second. My back arches and one
of my hands flies into his hair, not caring how pathetically
desperate I'm acting. I need to come. Now. No more playing. “Oh
God!”

He lets up again,
and I think I might scream. It takes everything in me not to grab him
by the hair and shove his face back down between my legs. His fingers
still inside of me and I clamp my pussy around them, hoping it will
somehow motivate him to...do something.

“
You're
so fucking hot right now.” He kisses my mound.

“
I'm
so sexually frustrated right now,” I growl.

“
Good.
I like seeing you like this.” If he ever looked any more
pleased than he does right now, I can't remember a time.

“
If
you're not going to make me come, then you should...” I
hesitate on the word 'fuck'. It sounds so crude. There's a part of me
that doesn't care anymore though. I know he wants to hear it. I know
it will please him, make him finish what he started. “You
should fuck me.”

“
Should
I?” He begins moving his fingers in and out of me slowly. It
does little to soothe the aching between my legs.

“
You're
absolutely horrible.” I curl my fingers into the comforter.

“
If
I remember correctly, when you came here, you didn't want to have sex
with me.”

“
Oh
God, Lucian.” I cover my face with my hands. “Don't use
that against me. You're getting what you wanted.”

“
Don't
make it sound like you're not getting what you wanted too,”
there's a hint of warning in his voice.

Before I have a
chance to respond, his mouth is drawing me to that heavenly place
again. I pant as his lips close around me. His fingers work harder
into me, moving effortlessly with the lubrication that my body
provides. I hiss and close my eyes and pray to every God out there
that he doesn't stop this time.

Thankfully, he
doesn't stop. His mouth nibbles and sucks and teases, making me feel
like a paraglider riding the wind up and down until I crash so hard
that the earth seems to crumble around me. My fingertips quickly move
to pinch and tweak my nipples, intensifying my orgasm. I'm all moans
and breathlessness by the time Lucian pulls away and gently puts his
hands on my legs to unhook them from around his neck.

When I finally open
my eyes, he's standing over me smirking. It makes me feel exposed.

“
What?”
I grunt at him.

“
You.”
He slides his pants down over his hips, his gorgeous cock springing
forth and standing straight at attention. I watch it bob as he moves,
licking my lips, wondering what it tastes like.

“
What
about me?”

“
I
could feel your legs tense when you orgasmed.”

“
So?”
I scrunch up my nose.

“
So,
it was kind of cute.” He shrugs before pulling himself up onto
the bed beside me.

“
My
orgasm was cute?” I try to process what he's saying. It just
doesn't compute.

“
Come
here.” He moves higher up on the bed, and I roll around and
follow him, crawling on my hands and knees.

He has his legs
spread as if he wants me to sit between them. My eyes are zeroed in
on his crotch though. As soon as I reach him, I find myself dropping
down to my elbows and looking up at him.

“
Hi,”
he says nonchalantly.

“
Hi,”
I reply, sticking out my index finger to rub the tip of his cock.

“
Careful,”
he hisses as if my touch burned him.

“
Sensitive?”
I slick my finger over the small bead of pre-come that's starting to
gather and stick it in my mouth. He tastes musky and salty, as most
men do.

“
Fuck,
Amy. You're so sexy.”

“
Has
anyone ever told you that you have perfect balls.” I sit up
beside him and wrap my hand around his shaft, lazily stroking it. It
feels like warm steel beneath my fingers, so amazingly hard.

“
Perfect
balls, huh?” he lets out a short laugh.

“
Yes.
You don't have all of that extra sack skin that a lot of guys have.”

He laughs so hard
that he falls over on the bed, causing me to jerk my hand away from
him. For some reason, his reaction makes me feel embarrassed, like I
said something wrong. Maybe I shouldn't have said anything at all.

After a minute, he
sits up and nods, an ear to ear grin plastered across his face. “No,
I've never been told that I have perfect balls before.”

“
Yeah.
Well, you do.” I wrap my arms around myself.

“
Come
here.” He motions for me to sit between his legs. I do, though
my mood has faltered a little.

Lucian wraps his
arms around me and kisses my neck. I can feel his cock pressing hard
against my back. It feels kind of weird. Even more weird to be
sitting in his bed like this cuddling.

It's not cuddling
for long though. Soon, his hands are wandering again. They slip
around my sides to grope my breasts, two small handfuls. He splays
his fingers so that my nipples fall between them, then he pinches and
pulls them, causing a shiver to ignite the spark between my legs
again.

I place my hands on
his forearms, feeling the strong muscles flex as his hands tease and
explore. I lean back against him, inhaling the scent of his cologne,
happy that I'll smell like him after we're done. It will be a
reminder of what happened tonight, of all the sweet things he said
and did that were completely unexpected.

I turn my head
towards him, and he takes the queue to find my lips, kissing me as
the roughness of his touch increases. His cock throbs against my
back, and it makes me regret getting too embarrassed to give him the
blowjob that I was planning on. Oh well, his loss. That's what he
gets for laughing at me. A thick, pent-up, twitching cock. My mouth
waters thinking about it, thinking about how he tasted.

I think about going
for it again. For as many times as he's eaten me out, the guy has
earned at least one blowjob, even if it's a quickie. But as soon as I
start to turn, Lucian maneuvers himself in front of me.

I grab his cock, my
palm sliding down the velvety length, but he pulls out of my grasp,
crawling over me like a predator. I'm forced down on my back, his
gaze locked onto mine. He's ready for sex. I could feel it when I was
sitting in front of him, and I can definitely see it in his eyes.

When I'm flat on my
back, Lucian leans over to open the bedside table drawer. My heart
sinks as I realize that he's back in BDSM mode. Everything we've done
together tonight has been amazing and wonderful. Maybe I can give a
little. Compromise. Allow him to throw a pinch of kink into a night
that's been fairly romantic.

When I see him pull
out a length of rope though, stubbornness sets in. If it had been
anything else, I might have considered it. Not this.

“
No.”
I place my hand on his arm before he has a chance to close the
drawer.

“
No?”
He looks at me as if I've just insulted him.

“
No.”
I shake my head. “Not tonight.”

He seems
contemplative for a moment, staring down at me with an expression
that suggests there's some kind of internal debate raging within him.
Then he finally sets the rope aside before returning to me.

I sigh in relief,
worried for a moment that we were about to get into an argument over
it. He relented though, and for once I'm going to get my way. For the
first time since we met at Flesh, tonight seems all about me.

Lucian kisses me as
he positions himself between my legs. I spread my thighs to give him
easier access, ready to have him inside of me. His glans presses
against my entryway, and I hold my breath as he pushes into me,
connecting us as one.

I close my eyes as
his lips move down to my neck, his hips sinking deep, causing me to
gasp from being painfully filled. It only lasts for a fraction of a
second before it melts into pleasure as my body adjusts to his girth.
He moves slowly, and it's exquisite to feel every centimeter of him.

I moan softly,
expecting him to pick up the pace. He takes my hands in his, holding
them above my head and curling our fingers together. It feels like
another form of bondage, but I don't complain. His lips find mine,
and he kisses me again and again and again as he continues to move on
top of me. Steady, slowly, rhythmically.

He presses his
forehead against mine, closing his eyes. It looks like he's really
into what he's doing, as if he's actually taking the time to enjoy
every small sensation that comes from being entwined with me so
intimately. And then it hits me like a ton of bricks. A feeling that
swells my heart and makes me melt and heightens my pleasure.

For once, he's not
fucking me. He's making love to me.

***

To be completely
honest, after the first few times that I had sex with Lucian, I
thought I was completely ruined from ever enjoying love making again.
The sweet slow motion of two bodies meeting never seemed to make me
orgasm. Lucian's carnal fucking always did. The friction of his cock
pumping into me and his pubic bone rubbing against my clit had a way
of driving me to climax every single time. It was amazing. Dizzying,
even. Nothing had ever felt so good.

I lay beneath
Lucian, thinking about the surrealness of the situation. All around
us are pictures of his dead wife and child. They're watching us.
They're seeing him with me like this. Maybe not literally, but it
feels like it.

He has confessed
that he has feelings for me...of some sort, and now he's proving it.
He's giving me the romance I told him I wanted. And he's far better
at it than I think he gives himself credit for.

I practically purr
as I enjoy the feeling of his big cock spreading me. Seeing him move
on top of me, knowing that he's doing his best to make me happy,
knowing that he's enjoying it, stimulates my hormones to an almost
unbelievable level. Even though he's not jackhammering into me, I can
still feel the familiar throbbing sensation between my thighs. It
won't be long before I come again.

I hook my legs
around Lucian's hips and hold him against me, moaning softly into his
ear as he picks up the pace ever so slightly. The sound of his
labored breathing only makes my core pulse more. He grinds heavily
into me, his pubic bone drawing long strokes across my clit. I feel
so overwhelmed with pleasure and happiness that wetness comes to my
eyes. Tears of joy. I feel like an idiot for crying right now, but I
just can't help it. This is what I wanted from him all along. All of
this.