She replies, “I’m not complaining,” which gets me moving.
I take her hand and practically pull her towards the elevator. Once inside, I wrap my arms around her and burying my face in her neck, I just hold her to me. Her hands land on my backside, pulling me towards her so there is little doubt about how much I want her.
My heart’s beating to the throb going on in my pants.
Hearing the elevator ping, I take a deep breath and move Sabrina around in front of me. Sliding my hands against her stomach, I pull her flush against my body.
She presses her ass against my hardening length and gently rotates her hips.
I’m unable to look at the couple that have just entered the elevator because the lust on my face will be clear to anyone—even someone who doesn’t know me. I’m too far gone to be able to hide what she makes me feel.
Sabrina reaches back with one of her hands—the one hidden from view—and caresses over my ass again.
The elevator opens on our floor so I push her out in front of me and keep her trapped in my arms as we make our way to our apartment. As soon as the door is open, I have her inside and up against the wall with my body keeping her in place.
“Tell me if you don’t want this. If you don’t want me inside you.”
I need to hear her say that she wants me just as much as I want her. I don’t want there to be any doubt from either of us.
“I want you Lucien. I want you so much that I constantly ache for you.”
God, I’m not sure I’m going to be able to keep myself in check with her words. Feeling her against me does things to me that hasn’t happened before.
“We need a bed.”
I grab her ass and hear her gasp as I lift her. “Wrap your legs around me.”
She does as I ask, and her arms go around my neck, her fingers snaking into my hair and sending goose bumps down my spine.
If she’s not careful, she’s going to have me taking her on the floor. As it is, my legs feel like Jell-O and I only just make it to the bed before I drop her on it. She bounces slightly and laughs.
She falls silent as she watches me unfasten my belt and pants. I let them fall down to my ankles, which I kick off with my shoes. I’m not ready to remove my tee shirt. Small steps.
Sabrina sits up on the bed and kicks her shoes off. Quickly removing her clothes, she reaches out and traces along my length through my boxers. My shaft twitches and leaks with excitement. It’s not just her touch. It’s the sight of her sitting in front of me in her naked glory—her breasts and nipples swollen with arousal. Her trimmed * leading to her wet heat has my mouth watering.
“Let me see you Lucian,” she asks, stroking me. “Please.”
I look up at the ceiling to catch my breath, but nothing works. I feel like she’s taking the very breath out of me.
I’m slightly scarred on my hip and groin with the skin being puckered around the base of my dick and along one side. I guess I should be thankful it stopped there. I’d have had a lot more problems than I had at the time if it hadn’t.
I can do that—show her skin—because trust has to start somewhere.
With her watching me, I shove my shorts down my legs and catch my breath when her hand closes around my erection. I feel like a teenager with my reaction to her hand on me—seconds from coming. I haven’t let anyone touch me here since the fire. When I was with Sabrina before I pushed her away, she would try and touch me, but I’d knock her hand away. Now that I’ve finally let her put her hand on me, my body is gearing up for release.
She strokes down to my balls, which she massages between her fingers, my legs shake like a newborn colt.
“Lucien, you’re beautiful,” she whispers against the tip of my cock, her breath caressing over me like a breath of fresh air before I watch her tongue appear from between her pink lips. Our eyes meet as I watch her tongue lick around the bulbous head, and trace between the slit, which has pre-cum leaking out. If she’s not careful, I’m going to be coming against her tongue.
“You like that.”
I’ve no idea whether or not she expects an answer, but I’m too far gone to even think about opening my mouth and letting sound out.
She licks all around the base of my shaft, tracing her tongue over the puckered skin without any hesitation.
“How long has it been since you’ve been touched like this?” she purrs as her tongue darts out again to lick the pre-cum leaking from my tip.
I groan and force my hips still. All I want to do is trust towards her.
“Hell…Six years.”
“No one’s touched you for all that time?”
I guess it does sound odd for a full-blooded guy, but it’s the truth.
“That’s right. Fuck!” I cuss as her mouth finds my balls.
“Come in my mouth.”
“What?”
“I want you to come in my mouth.”