Love and Neckties - Lacey Black Page 0,57
wants and needs from me. Watching and feeling her come may be my new favorite thing in the whole world. Especially when it’s my name flying from her sweet lips.
“Holy fuck,” she mumbles as I glance up. She has the most perfect euphoric look on her face, her eyes all glazed over and a seductive and satisfied grin on her lips.
Licking my lips, I rest my chin on her inner thigh and just watch. Freedom Rayne has the ability to completely wreck me. I know this now. She has this power over me, a force I’ve tried to ignore for years, but here it is, alive and breathing. I don’t want to fight it, but I know I have to. Everything about us coming together this way has been a little backward, and I’m not a man who goes the wrong way. Ever.
That’s why I have to fix this marriage mess as soon as possible.
Starting with right now.
What the hell am I doing?
I can’t sleep with Freedom. I shouldn’t have carried her into my room, to my bed. And I definitely shouldn’t have gone down on her like I was a crazed man. Though, tell that to my cock. He’s pretty excited about what just happened and is ready to claim her in other ways too.
“You’re thinking too hard,” she whispers, her voice as pure as sin.
Freedom gets up, so I do the same. I’m about to excuse myself to the bathroom—to take care of the little problem I’m having down south—when she throws her arms around my neck and kisses me. Her lips are like nectar, sweet and delicious, and I can’t stop. My tongue dances with hers as she pulls me forward until we’re pressed together.
“Take off your pants.” Her breath fans against my face, her words like a direct link to my cock.
I shouldn’t, but I do. My hands wrap around my belt buckle, releasing the leather. Still, the rational part of my brain tries to force its way through the thick sex-fog. “I’m not sure we should—” I start but am cut off.
By her lips.
Again.
“Less talking. More sexing,” she whispers, sending my brain into orbit in another universe.
Freedom helps me ditch my trousers, my button-down, and necktie. She drops her skirt on the floor. My socks go next, followed very quickly by my briefs. I barely have them around my thighs when her hand wraps around my length, tight and warm. I’m not sure where the loud groan of pleasure comes from, but by the glint in her eye, I’d say it came from me.
By some divine powers that be, I reach into my nightstand drawer and find a condom. The foil package is ripped from my hand as Freedom gnaws at the packaging with her teeth and pulls the protection from inside. All I can think about is how amazing her hands feel as she strokes me, long and hard, positioning the condom at the head of my cock.
“I’m going to suck that, but not now. Right now, I need to feel you inside me,” she says, as she slowly rolls the protection over me.
Meanwhile, in my brain, I’m trying not to think about how truly glorious it feels to have her touching me so I don’t come before I’m even inside her body.
She spins us around and presses on my shoulders until I’m sitting on my bed, my back against the headboard. Then, she’s straddling my waist, positioning my cock at her entrance, and sitting down.
I feel everything. The tightness of her body as I press inside her. The warmth of her arms as they wrap around my neck. The muscles of her thighs as they press against my outer legs. And the squeeze in my heart as we come together in the most intimate way possible.
Completely.
Like someone lights a match, fire spreads through my veins and my hips buck upward, burying myself to the root. Freedom stills, a gasp slipping from her sweet lips. “Shit, I’m sorry. Did I hurt you?” I ask through gritted teeth. My body is begging to move, but I refuse if it’s only going to cause her discomfort.
“Holy shitballs, I forgot how big you are,” she whispers, her eyes closed.
“We can stop,” I tell her, realizing I might actually explode if we do. But I won’t hurt her.
“Don’t you dare stop.” She gasps, slowly lifting her hips and sliding back down again. “So fucking good.”
She’s right, this is too fucking good to stop. Now or ever.
With my hands