“You’re killing me.”
His fingers really start to thrust in and out of me as his mouth sucks my clit into his warm heat. With his other hand he starts to stroke himself. I’m mesmerised. I can’t look away…then I…
“Argh…Oh God, Lucian.”
My stomach hardens as my orgasm rushes over me, draining the last of my strength from my weak limbs. Lucien slowly brings me back down to earth with his fingers and places kisses all over my *, the largest kiss landing on my stomach.
He helps me to slide down the wall, and spreading my legs he kneels between and places such a tender kiss to my lips that I feel tears threatening. Resting his forehead against mine, he’s still breathing heavily as he tells me, “You taste amazing,” while his hands slowly move along my thighs.
Pulling back, he grabs the shower gel and washes between my legs with a small grin on his face.
My eyes caress over him and create desperation in me to taste him. His well-defined muscles, his nipples that are protruding through his wet tee shirt, and his strong thighs that are rippling under my gaze. But it’s what’s twitching between his legs that now has my full attention. He’s still hard as a rock and standing proud.
Unable to move my eyes from his cock, I see his hands clench into fists against his thighs from the corner of my eyes.
I smile and shuffle onto my knees. Pushing his legs open wider, I trail a finger down his jerking shaft as I watch pre-cum leak from the head.
Quickly meeting his gaze, and holding, I lower my head until I’m hovering above his shaft. It jerks in anticipation and my tongue darts out to trace along his slit—collecting the sweet taste of his arousal in my mouth.
He hisses between his teeth.
“You don’t have to do this,” he grinds out.
I don’t reply with words. I wrap my fingers around the base of his shaft and gently caress over the puckered skin at the base with my fingers. I’ve no idea whether or not he has any sensation where the scarring is, and this isn’t the right time to ask.
He’s growing thicker so maybe he does have feeling here. I’m going to try and find out.
Licking down his shaft, I tongue his balls and feel his shaft lengthen, thicken and drip with even more pre-cum as I make eye contact with Lucien again. With my tongue, I trace over some of his scars and carefully gauge his reaction. At first, his eyes look unsure until I hit what must be a particularly sensitive spot. I smile as his eyes practically roll back in his head.
Continuing to lick back and forth, I start to stroke him off and feel his hands slide into my hair and tighten the more he throbs in my hand.
My hands caress his balls as I start working my way back to the head of him with my tongue before sucking him into my mouth.
He gasps and comes down my throat—over and over again.
“Fuck…Sabrina…Stop,” he groans.
I suck him one last time and hear him cuss.
He slumps back on his ass, leaning against the opposite wall to me. He grabs my hands and hauls me into his lap. With his arms wrapping around me, it fills my heart with hope.
“How are you feeling?” he eventually asks, his breathing still not back to normal.
“Much better.” I smile against his chest.
“Really?” He sounds unsure.
Lifting my head, I try to read him through his eyes, and for once I can. He really is unsure about me. Nervous maybe?
“Lucien, I’ve missed you. I’ve missed being close to you and your arms around me. I’ve felt like we’ve been drifting further away from each other, and I had no idea how to get us back to where we were before you walked out. Right now I feel close to you, and I don’t think I could cope if that was taken away from me again.”
He gulps before leaning forward and kissing me on the lips.
“I know it’s all my fault—” I try to interrupt but he covers my mouth with his fingertips. “Let me finish. It is my fault that I keep giving you mixed signals and walking out on you after promising to talk through my uncertainty. This,” he points between us, “is terrifying.”
“I need you Lucien. I thought that at first I could do this alone, but I can’t. I don’t want to.”
“I’m here now.”
I can’t help wondering for how long.
“Can I ask you something without you shutting down?”
He kisses me on the top of my head.
“Ask me, babe.”
“When I had my tongue on you, around the base of your cock, could you feel me.”
Well, I’m certainly feeling him now as he starts to lengthen between us.
“I felt you.” He sits me further away from him on his thighs and slightly spreads his legs.
He smirks and takes my hand, placing my fingers against the puckered skin there. “I can’t feel anything here,” he moves my hand, “but I can here.”
This is the spot that had his eyes rolling. Gently, I press down, watching as his eyes narrow and his shaft jerks between us, tapping against my wrist.