Page 33 of Fire in My Blood
He closes the distance between our mouths and kisses me slowly, licking and sucking on my lips. His tongue gently pushes inside my mouth and slides against mine, and I squirm in response to the building need sending a rush of wetness between my legs.
He takes his time, exploring my mouth with his tongue, until my patience runs out, and I wrap my lips around his tongue and suck gently. Lucas groans and shudders.
He pulls back a little and gives me a sexy grin. Then, he kisses the corner of my mouth before trailing kisses along my jaw to my ear.
I gasp and tip my head back when he sucks on my earlobe. His dark hair tickles my cheek, and I turn my face to nestle into the crook of his neck and nip at his skin with my teeth.
He jerks and straightens his arms to direct a molten amused glare at me. “You have to be careful with me, or I’ll come before I can give you the pleasure you deserve.”
Chapter 20
Lucas
I’m so hard it hurts, and I stay on my knees to keep my lower body away from Erica’s. I’m so turned on it won’t take much to send me over the edge. But more importantly, I don’t want to freak her out by pressing my throbbing erection against her belly too soon.
I’m much bigger than the average man, and if she’s like most women, I need to prepare her properly before she can comfortably take me. The need to come is like a fire burning in my blood, but I’m just as desperate to give this unique and beautiful woman an experience she’ll never forget.
I want to give her pleasure, a lot of pleasure. And in order to do that I need to take this slow and give her time to adjust both mentally and physically.
Smiling down at her, I bring my right hand up to her breast and gently massage the soft mound through the material of her shirt. She isn’t wearing a bra, and the sharp peak of her nipple rubs against my palm.
Leaning down, I take her nipple into my mouth and suck on it through her T-shirt. Erica moans and arches her back to push her breast more firmly against my mouth, and I grin while flicking my tongue against the peak.
I bring my left hand up to massage her other breast while I keep playing with her nipple. When she shudders against my mouth, I let go and move over to give her other nipple the same attention.
I reach down until I find the hem of her shirt before smoothing my hand up the outside of her thigh. Her skin is soft and silky, and I growl against her nipple in appreciation, making her gasp. When I reach her hip and realize she isn’t wearing any panties, my cock jerks in anticipation.
Erica buries her hands in my hair and massages my scalp, causing a shiver of pleasure to race down my spine. She fists my hair in her hands and pulls my head more firmly against her breast.
I abruptly let go of her nipple and sit back, careful not to put my full weight on her thighs. Gripping the hem of her shirt with both hands, I raise an eyebrow in question. “Can I take this off?”
She nods almost frantically and immediately lifts her middle off the bed to allow me to push the garment up past her ass. Next, she lifts her shoulders and head, and I pull the T-shirt over her head and throw it onto the floor.
I keep my gaze on hers for several seconds, but there is no sign of fear or uncertainty in her eyes. All I see is desire.
The level of trust she shows me is staggering. After witnessing her fear and hearing about her assault, it’s humbling to be the one she has chosen to help her overcome the experience. And I’m conscious of my responsibility. A moment’s loss of control, and I may destroy her ability to trust forever.
My gaze lowers to her naked form before me, and I suck in a breath at the breathtaking sight. She’s strong for a woman, the gentle definition of her muscles a testament to the hours she has spent working on her physical strength. But her muscles don’t diminish her natural femininity. Her physical strength just works to emphasize the swell of her hips and breasts and enhances her beauty.
I reach out and place my hand between her breasts before trailing my fingers down over her flat belly. “You’re so beautiful, Erica.”
“Thank you,” she whispers. “So are you.”
I chuckle. “I’m a man. Men can’t be beautiful.”
She grins up at me. “Some men are beautiful, and you’re one of them. In a masculine way, of course.”
Returning her smile, I grip her rounded hips and lean forward slowly. Her eyes widen, and she holds her breath when my mouth hovers above her belly button. I place a kiss there before swirling my tongue around it.
Rising to my knees above her, I grip her legs and pull them up from between my legs before spreading them wide. My cock twitches at the sight of her pink glistening pussy. She’s already wet, her folds swollen and plump.
I raise my gaze to her face. She’s biting her bottom lip, and her hair is spread around her head like a golden halo on the pillow. Blatant need is clearly visible in her eyes.
Using my thumb, I part her folds and run it up and over her clit, coating her swollen nub with her juices. She lets out a long moan and tilts her hips forward.
I circle her clit with my fingertip with just enough pressure to slowly build her toward her climax. Her breathing turns ragged, and her hands fist the sheets at her sides.
As much as I love building her up slowly, I crave to see her come. While continuing to tease her clit, I slowly insert a finger into her hot, wet sheath. She whimpers. I use my finger to explore the walls of her pussy until I find her most sensitive area in the front. Rubbing it causes her to buck her hips and mewl, and the sound is enough to make my cock leak.