Her hand wraps more firmly against my shaft as she massages my nuts in her mouth with her tongue. Her thumb plays with the tip of me as her wet tongue works its way back up and she sucks me into her mouth.
“I want to pleasure you,” I hiss between my teeth.
“You can. After I’ve given you this.”
Her free hand slides against my bare ass and pulls me closer to her so I’m standing between her legs. Then she is caressing me as her mouth and tongue work their magic along my length. The tightening in my balls is almost unbearable and I know this isn’t going to take much considering I’ve been fighting to stay loaded since the minute she put her hands on me.
My hands tangle into her hair as I hold her against me.
I look down and watch as I slide in and out of her wet mouth. Her eyes meet mine and I watch as she swirls her tongue around and around me, curling my toes in pleasure before she sucks me down her throat. My balls feel so damn heavy—like they’re ready to explode like a rocket on the fourth of July. Nothing is going to stop me.
“I’m coming…”
My eyes roll back in my head as she sucks harder and her little moans of pleasure is the final stroke I need.
Holy fuck!
Sabrina removes her mouth and uses her hand to finish me off.
She uses her shirt to wipe her mouth and then grins at me as I continue to spill over her hand.
“No more,” I croak and drop to the bed.
I feel her wipe my cock clean before she snuggles in beside me.
“You needed that,” she states and I hear a smirk in her voice.
“Hmm.”
“I’ve never had anyone flood me before.”
“Hmm.”
“That was so hot.”
“Hmm.”
She raises her head and looks at me with her hand resting on my chest. “Lost your voice?” she smirks.
“I don’t know what to say.”
“Then don’t say anything.” Sabrina leans down and meets my lips. “Thank you for trusting me.” She kisses me again. “I love that I can do that to you.”
Reaching up, I curl my hand around the back of her neck and pull her in to me. “Thank you,” I whisper tucking her head beneath my chin, and I just about catch her wandering hand. “No you don’t. It’s your turn as soon as I can move.”
“Not tonight.”
I freeze. Doesn’t she want me to touch her?
“Lucien, when was the last time a woman did something for you without expecting anything in return?”
I can’t believe I’m about to admit this to her. “Never.”
She doesn’t look surprised.
“That’s what I thought. Yes, I’m turned on. It was hot as hell being able to do that to you, but I realized that I want tonight to have just been for you. You never take time for yourself, and I guessed right, so in a minute we’re going to have an early night. I’m going to sleep in your arms, whether you like it or not, and tomorrow we can go and see my mom and your parents. And for once in your life you are going to do as you’re told.”
The bossy little thing!
Chuckling, I roll on top of her and groan when my balls come to rest between her thighs. And from the way her breathing has picked up, I think Sabrina likes just where I’m resting. I press down and watch as she bites back a moan.
Chapter Seventeen
Sabrina
Waking up and finding a glass of water with ice, a dish overflowing with melon and cherries, along with a cup of coffee on the table beside me, makes me smile. I’m still wrapped up in Lucien’s arms so I’m not sure when he snuck out of bed to leave me these treats. I’m certainly not complaining. I’ve discovered that ice-cold water and melon first thing in the morning help calm my waking stomach, but I still seem to need my caffeine fix. After my first morning cup, I’ve managed to suffer with decaffeinated for the rest of the day so that’s good, right?
Online when I looked up things to prevent morning sickness, a lot of people suggested ginger biscuits or crackers, but I find I’m craving something wetter. God, that sounds dirty, especially after what I did to Lucien last night. But it’s the truth. Either that or the morning sickness has decided to disappear on its own.
I burrow deeper into Lucien’s arms and hear him groan as he clamps down on my wiggling hips. “You need to stop before you find more than you bargained for,” he growls.
“I know exactly what I want,” I counter as I turn in his arms and face him. “It’s morning and I want you to make sweet love to me.”
My left leg curves over his hip as I align our body parts up. His dick nudges against me so I push down and he slides in an inch or two. I’m so wet for him that there isn’t going to be any problem. He grips my hips and thrusts all the way inside. Rolling on top of me, I wrap my legs around his hips and cling to his arms with my hands. I run them up and down too frightened of touching him somewhere that I know will end what we’re doing now.