Lucie & Matteo | WRU series | Book 2
I have loved and I have lost
Pain touched my skin like a shadow
Wrapped itself around my chest
And slowly nestled itself inside my heart
It's the shadow that knows best
Because I have loved and I have lost
You b...
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10 Nov
I'm an addict Craving my drug Knocking on my dealer's door Waiting for her to let me in As I pray she keeps me out Because I'm afraid of the ruins My addiction will leave behind
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It doesn't take long before I feel her lips lazily kissing my bare chest and she trails a path up my neck, lifting herself until her mouth hovers over mine.
I trace my thumb over her swollen bottom lip, admiring the sight of her. She's straddling my hips, a satiated expression on her face, bringing me back to moments ago. I can still taste her on my lips. The experience was so arousing that it nearly drove me over the edge and she wasn't even touching me.
She nudges her nose against mine and kisses me. Slow at first, until she grinds her hips over mine and I groan against her lips, tilting her head to deepen the kiss. Somewhere along the way, I got rid of my jeans, leaving me in nothing but my boxer briefs, nothing but a thin piece of fabric separating us. A piece of fabric doing almost nothing to dampen the feeling of her moving over me. I'm almost relieved when she starts kissing down my body, forcing her to shift backward because if she kept going, I'm sure she could've driven me over the edge.
She teases my nipples like I did hers as her hand strokes the bulge in my boxer briefs, and my eyes roll back from the pleasure she's giving me. She moves further down, her teeth nipping at my skin as her eyes stayed trained on mine, searching my expression for reactions to her touches.
"Is this okay?"
My body's completely subjected to her, my chest heaving, nipples puckered, and I'm so fucking hard that it's almost painful, and her asking for reassurance, for permission, adds to the sensation.
"Yes."
She looks up at me, her blonde locks wild around her face and her red lipstick a little smudged, as her hands breeze over my skin to my boxer briefs. Goosebumps spread all over my body as I watch her. Her fingers lock around the waistband of my underwear as she places a featherlight kiss just above it. She slightly pulls it down, revealing only my tip before briefly wrapping her lips around it, giving me a glimpse of what it would feel like to have everything.
Every inch of me sliding between her firefighter-red lips.
I clench my fists, refraining from reaching out and tangling my fingers in her hair. I'm fighting every instinct inside me to take over because I want to let her discover what she's comfortable with.
I already pushed her when I asked for her to give me three consecutive orgasms. I was greedy because the sight, the feeling of her coming on my tongue was addictive. Her body was so sensitive to my touch and I couldn't get enough of testing her limits.
