“This * gets nice and swollen for me,” I said between licks, and she squirmed beneath me, making a helpless whimper.
Done making her wait, I dived in for the main course, parting her with my thumbs so I could suck her clit into my mouth. She had to clap a hand over her mouth to stifle her cries. But she couldn’t hold back when I slipped one finger into her *. She fit so snug and hot around me that my cock ached. I could feel her inner walls trembling under the onslaught of sensation.
Slowly sinking my finger in and out, I teased her opening with another, getting ready to slip the second one in alongside the first. But she moaned my name and her * clamped around my finger in wave after wave of pleasure, her thighs twitching around my head as she bucked into my face.
Damn, that was fast. “Did that feel good?”
She nodded slowly, still looking a little dazed. My male pride swelled—along with a certain other part of my anatomy. Sex with Lacey was turning out to be one wild ride. Her body was so responsive, as if every touch was a brand-new sensation.
Then I suddenly wondered if it was brand-new. Lacey did act a bit sheltered sometimes. But maybe her previous lovers had just been incompetent.
“Has a man ever gone down on you before?”
If she was indeed a virgin, I should have been approaching sex a little differently this whole time. But shit, better late than never.
Lacey blinked. “I, um, had a boyfriend.” She hesitated, dropping her gaze for a moment, and then smiled shyly. “But he never did that before.”
Mystery solved—her ex was just a fucking selfish prick. What a damn shame, wasting a gorgeous woman’s time in bed like that.
I smirked back at her. “He must have been a real dumbass then, especially if he let you slip away.”
I thought I saw her expression darken for an instant, but before I could be sure of it, Lacey grinned mischievously and said, “I want to touch you too.”
Well, a man certainly couldn’t say no to that. I gladly lay back on the bed while she knelt down between my spread thighs. Watching her slim fingers tug down the zipper to my jeans was strangely erotic. I hadn’t been undressed by a woman in a long time. Daniella’s hands were generally bound, and so she rarely touched me. And though the last few years had been peppered by occasional one-night stands, I generally stripped as fast as I could to get to the main event.
A smile rose on my lips as I watched her carefully reach inside my boxers. I hadn’t been treated with such delicacy in a long damn time, maybe ever. I wanted to joke that she didn’t have to be so dainty with me, but I was transfixed; I could have watched her tentatively explore me for hours. And when her soft fist curled around me, I bit back a groan.
Using her other hand to push down my boxers, she freed my aching, swollen cock. Lacey sucked in a breath, her eyes darting up to mine. I knew I was hung, but her expression was priceless. She chewed on her lower lip, as if contemplating her task.
“You sure about this, sweetheart?” I asked at her hesitancy. I was going to have a hell of a case of blue balls if she changed her mind, but I’d live.
She swallowed, her pretty blue eyes drifting up to mine. “Very.” Then she gripped the base of my cock and, without hesitation, swallowed me down to her hand.
Fuuuck.
I groaned out loud. Pleasure shot through me, drawing my balls up close to my body as Lacey treated the head of my cock to a slow, wet kiss. Definitely not a virgin. Her tongue flicked in perfect rhythm with the bobbing of her head and the stroking of her hand on my shaft.
“You’re good at this, baby.” I stroked her silky brunette locks and she murmured, acknowledging the praise. “Mmm, just like that.”
She kept up the perfect rhythm, not too fast, but not too slow either, her mouth creating a warm, wet suction over me.
I combed her hair away from her face with my fingers. I couldn’t seem to stop petting her, touching her. Rubbed my hands along her shoulders and down her arms, tangled them in her hair, brushed my thumbs along her jaw, anything to let her know how amazing her mouth felt.
Letting my head fall back, I savored how the pleasure gradually burned higher and hotter in my groin. I watched Lacey’s pink lips sliding over my wet cock. I wished she would look up at me, but she kept her sky-blue eyes closed, sooty lashes long on her flushed cheeks. Too shy to meet my gaze—though not too shy to suck the life out of me, apparently. Hell, that feels good.
My abs were already tensing with every stroke. In a minute, I panted, “I’m going to come soon.”
But instead of pulling away at my warning, Lacey opened her eyes. She wants to watch me come, I realized—and arousal shocked through me like lightning. Arching slightly off the bed, I released with a low, ragged groan. Without a pause, she swallowed it.
This woman was becoming more perfect by the day. And that scared the fuck out of me.
Chapter Eleven