“Oh. My. God.” Yanking the pillow from beneath my head, I smushed it over my face before screaming into it. Loud.
The warm breath of Lucas’s laughter tickled low on my belly. “I haven’t even done anything yet.”
“Yes, you have.” My words were muffled by the pillow, so I lifted it up slightly and looked down at him. “Yes, you have. You have no idea.”
He smiled seductively before peeling my jeans and underwear all the way off, and I said a quick prayer of thanks that I’d kept my pre-wedding wax appointment. For the first time ever, I was totally bare.
“Just lie back and relax, love.” He slid my legs apart, planting a kiss on my left inner thigh, then my right. “Tell me if something feels good and scream all you want.”
My eyes were already rolling back in my head as I felt the tip of his tongue tracing the seam straight up my center. I clutched at the pillow over my face, clenching and unclenching my fingers as he did it again and again with slow, deliberate strokes. Then he flattened the entire velvet surface of his tongue on my tingling sex, licking me from bottom to top, savoring me as if I were the most delicious thing he’d ever tasted.
No one had ever, ever made me feel this beautiful, this cherished, this out of my mind with desire. Tucker had gone down on me a few times, but somehow it had always felt like he was doing me a favor, which made it less enjoyable. I mean, knowing that he was probably more worried about getting a wet spot on the bed than getting me to come took a little something away from the experience. And he was always so tentative—like he was afraid to really go for it.
But Lucas… Jesus Christ, Lucas was a new world.
I moaned into the pillowcase as he swirled the tip of his tongue around my clit, not on it directly, just teasing little circles that had blood rushing through my lower body, the muscles tightening with need. He kept taunting me that way until I couldn’t handle the ache any longer and I threw the pillow aside. “Lucas,” I begged.
But instead of hitting the target like I wanted him to, he slid one finger inside me, making me suck in my breath. “You taste so good,” he said, his voice low, almost a whisper. “Better than wine.”
Smiling, I exhaled. “Impossible.”
He slid a second finger in next to the first, moving them in some magical way that made my entire body nearly numb with pleasure, while his lips plucked softly at my hot, humming bundle of nerves.
I looked down at him, nearly losing control at the sight of his dark head between my thighs, at the playful but hungry way he devoured me. “Oh my god, Lucas. It feels f**king amazing.”
“Mmmmm. Good.” Then he zeroed in on the bulls-eye, flicking it with the tip of his tongue before licking me with one long, hard stroke, and then another, keeping a steady, driving rhythm with his hand.
“Oh God, yes!” I lifted my h*ps to meet his thrusting fingers and hot tongue. Every muscle in my lower body tensed as he took me higher and higher. My hands clawed at the bedspread so fiercely I thought my fingernails might go right through it. “Jesus, Lucas! I’m going to come!”
He moaned, the vibration sending me to the crest of the first wave, and I cried out. My head dropped back as he sucked on my cl*t and twisted his fingers inside me, pushing me over the top. Closing my fists in his hair, I screamed and throbbed and pointed my toes, riding out the longest, most intense orgasm I had ever experienced.
And not once did I worry about a wet spot.
Chapter 9
“I think I’m dead,” I said after my body had finally stopped convulsing. “You’ll have to bury me at Père Lachaise next to that president.”
“I’ll take that as a compliment.”
“You should.” My eyes were closed, the silver stars still fading. “God, I didn’t even know an orgasm like that was possible.”
“Good.”
I popped up on my elbows and look at him. The fact that his hair was tousled and his mouth was shiny and wet sent fresh lust careening through me. “And now I want another one. So come here. And leave your pants there.”
He smiled. “This is one time I’m not going to argue with you, princess.”
I watched, biting my bottom lip, as he undressed all the way and pulled back the covers so we could slip between the sheets. Once his warm, na**d body was stretched out next to mine, I ran a hand down his chest and stomach and wrapped my fingers around his hot, hard cock. Willing myself to have patience, I went slow at first, planting kisses on his chest, in the crook of his neck, beneath his ear. I sucked his earlobe and pumped my hand up and down his long shaft. “And your body is f**king amazing, and your tongue—don’t even get me started on your tongue.”
“Good, because I can’t keep it off you.” He brought a hand to my hip and slid it up to my breast, squeezing it, teasing my nipple with his fingers. Then he took it in his mouth, biting down with a force just the other side of gentle.
Gasping, I squeezed his flesh a little harder, and he began to thrust into my hand, making me hot with impatience. “God, I can’t wait to have you inside me.”
“Mmm.” He slipped his fingers between my legs, where I was already wet and warm and aching for him.
“Lucas,” I rasped. Now.”
“Shhh.” He plunged his fingers into me with a steady rhythm, sucking on one nipple and then the other until I felt the tension pulling low and tight inside me once more, and I knew if I didn’t stop him, I’d explode again in less than a minute. And it wasn’t that I didn’t want to—but I wanted him inside me first.