“Stop that, or there will be no ‘coffee’ for you, Mr. Blythe.” He knew what I meant. He glared at me, but stopped when I started unbuttoning his shirt and followed each open button with a kiss. Once I got his shirt off, I went to work, kissing and sucking, freckle, to freckle, making sure I paid ample attention to each of his ni**les, especially the one with the hoop through it. He moaned when I tugged on it a little with my teeth.
“I like that sound. I think I’ll make it my ringtone,” I said as I licked and sucked my way down to this belly button and then to the little trail of hair that disappeared under the waist of his pants. I made quick work of his belt, and then I had to shimmy down further to get his shoes off. I ran one fingernail on the underside of each foot and that made him growl again.
Then I grabbed the bottom of his pants and yanked. It took some work, but I got them off. You’d think with us having sex so much, I’d get good at undressing him, but I struggled sometimes.
I nearly cheered when I finally got his pants off, but instead, I kissed my way from his feet on up. His breathing got harsh and he started cursing, and his hips jerked a little. He’d messed with me, so now it was time to return the favor.
I paused with my face only inches from his dick. I blew a little and he made a strangled sound.
“Do you want your c**k in my mouth?” I flicked my tongue out and caressed the very tip, just a little bit.
“No, not really,” he said, his voice tense with anticipation.
I licked him again.
“Liar.” I took him into my mouth, as far as I could. I’d gotten better at doing this, and Lucah never seemed disappointed. I sucked and then dragged my teeth along his length to the tip.
“Fuuuuuuccckkkkkk,” he said. His hands grabbed at my head and fisted in my hair, pulling a little. I didn’t mind one bit. I loved seeing him come undone because of me. I was the only one who could make him feel like this, make him say those things.
Watching him lose himself in pure pleasure that I created was a powerful feeling, and it made me feel like a goddess of desire. Which, of course, only made me want him more.
I pulled my lips over my teeth and started moving faster, sucking and making sure I used my hand to pay attention to his balls, as my other hand worked with my mouth. He was thrusting and losing it, and then his hand jerked my head away. Most of the time, he didn’t like coming in my mouth, though it didn’t bother me any, either way. I licked my lips and slid back up his body, which was glowing with a sheen of sweat already.
“I’ve had enough coffee, I want to be inside you,” he said, kissing me hard as his hands made quick work of the frilly bra. His legs came up and wrapped around me and he flipped me so I was on my back. I lifted my hips so he could get my panties off and then he was above me lifting one of my legs up.
“As much as I love,” he punctuated his words with kisses on the inside of my calf, “these little things that Sloane makes for you, this is how I like you best. Naked with your red shoes on. My sweet, sweet girl.” He kissed up my leg, as I had done to him, but he didn’t pause and tease me. His mouth went right where I wanted him most, and he set to work. Every time he went down on me I thanked anyone I could thank (God, Jesus, Zeus, The Great Spirit, whoever) that I had gone to that tattoo shop and gotten my VCH done. That little ball plus Lucah’s tongue and fingers was a trifecta of orgasm-inducing magic.
I was already wet, and had been for a while, so he plunged two fingers inside me as his mouth licked and sucked my clit. He wasn’t going slow, but tonight I didn’t want slow. Maybe later. I hadn’t seen him all day, and all the talk about going to the supply closet and the things he wanted to do to me in there had me frisky and ready for something quick and hot.
My first orgasm hit me hard, and for a second, I thought it would make me burst apart. Lucah brought me down and I thought he was going to stop and give me a break. But as the stars cleared from my vision and my body tingled with the release, he started again, and it was almost painful, because I was so sensitive.
I moaned and bit my lip and begged him to stop. But I didn’t really want him to. I just didn’t know if I could take any more. Could you die from too many powerful orgasms? Was that a thing? I should look that up online—
“Oh, f**k, I can’t. Not again.” I was rising again, as his hands and his tongue worked.
“Yes you can,” he said, pulling back and then blowing on my clit. Je-sus CHRIST.
With one last hard thrust of his fingers, I came again, my back arching off the bed and his name in my mouth, along with a string of curses and unintelligible words. I may have also cursed in several foreign languages, including Elvish.
“Such dirty words from such a sweet girl,” Lucah said with a laugh, resting his cheek on the inside of my thigh. My chest heaved as I tried to get myself back under control. Or maybe put myself back together was the better term for it.
“How is it like that every time?” I said, looking down at him. It was quite a sight, seeing the man you love with his glorious face in between your legs and smiling at you as if you’re the greatest thing to ever happen to him.
“Because I love you. And because I’m very, very good at what I do, Miss Clarke. I always strive for perfection.” He pulled himself up with his arms so our faces were level. I knew he was ready, but he paused.
“I’ve never been with anyone like you, Aurora Abigail Clarke.”
“I’ve never been with anyone like, you, Lucah Jacob Blythe.” He leaned down and gave me one soft kiss before he lifted one of my legs over his shoulder, got into position and slowly entered me. I loved not having to use condoms anymore. We’d both gotten tested and had clean bills of heath and I was religious about my pills so there was nothing between us anymore.
He filled me completely, and he went so deep, it was like he was trying climb inside me. I wanted him to.
There was another small pause as he filled me completely and then drew back, only to fill me again. I pushed my hips up to meet him and we started our dance. Neither of us needed to speak, but we did.
Faster, harder, more, yes, I want you, I love you, f**k me, beautiful, more, I love you, more, I love you . . .
And when I came a third time around him, he thrust once more into me and came himself, filling me with everything he had. It was a possessive thing. He was marking me, leaving a part of him behind. I was his.
I liked being his, the smell of his skin on mine, the taste of him on my lips. He came to rest on his back, his chest heaving. I laid my head on his heart and his arm went around me.