I continue placing small kisses along her neck, down to her collar bone, and in one fluid motion I slip the front of her dress down, revealing her left breast. She gasps, sucking in a quick breath as I take her taut nipple into my mouth. I suck tenderly and hold her tit firmly in my hand as I flick the pink bud with the tip of my tongue. Just as quickly I put her dress back in place and kiss her lips. She moans and gives me a disappointed look. Not pleased that I stopped.
“You are such a tease sometimes, you know that?” Lexi crosses her arms and huffs.
I laugh and playfully slap her ass and her jaw drops.
“You started it, sweet cheeks.” I shrug. “I’ll take care of you and finish what you started later.” I smirk. “Don’t worry.”
Lexi sticks out her bottom lip and pretends to pout. It takes every bit of restraint I have to not pull her to me and suck that juicy lip into my mouth and just take her right here on my patio.
I chuckle and pull her into a hug, kissing the top of her head.
“Now let’s get dinner out of the way, so I can have my dessert.”
TODAY HAS BEEN the most fun, and at the same time, the most relaxing day I have had in a long time. Coen has given up his entire Sunday to keep me company. I don’t think he’d really rather be anywhere else, though, judging by the way he hasn’t been able to keep his hands off of me. I am definitely not complaining.
After some protesting from Coen, I helped him prep all of the food. After we seasoned the chicken and wrapped the potatoes and corn in foil, he did all of the grilling, and I prepared the salad. It was the most delicious barbecue I’ve had in a long time. Maybe I’m imagining it, but this was the best I’ve had since the last time my dad was able to make it for me. Sure, I make it for myself all the time, but it always tastes better when someone else cooks it.
I’m inside washing the dishes when Coen comes in from cleaning the grill.
“You’re hard-headed at times, aren’t you?” he asks. He’s standing so close that I can feel his warm breath on the back of my ear. He smells like a mixture of cologne, sweat, and barbecue smoke. It’s so manly and such a turn-on.
“Me? Hard-headed? Never.” I snicker.
“Mmhmm,” Coen hums as he slides his hands around my waist and starts nibbling on my earlobe. It sends shivers down my spine. “I thought . . . I told you . . . to leave the dishes . . . there,” he says in between placing kisses up and down my neck.
He’s making me so wet. He presses his body closer to mine and I feel his cock hard against me. I drop the dish I was washing back into the soapy water and turn around to face him. His green eyes are filled with lust and he takes my mouth and completely intertwines it with his own. He then slides his hands so lightly down my back that it causes me to shiver again. I moan into his mouth and he growls as he grabs my ass cheeks hard and lifts me up. My hands are still soapy and wet from the dishes, but he doesn’t seem to mind.
Wrapping one arm around my waist, he holds me up as he fists his other hand in my hair. Our kisses are so deep that we can hardly breathe and neither one of us wants to come up for air. My nails dig into his back and he walks through the house, carrying me to the bathroom.
Once we make it there, he stands me next to the tub, and even though I expect him to rip off our clothes in desperate fury, he doesn’t. The desire is written all over his face, there’s a fire in his eyes, and his lips part as he wets them with the tip of his tongue, letting his bottom lip drag against his teeth.
“So fucking beautiful,” he says, almost inaudible.
We both get into the shower and Coen turns it on. For a brief moment we just stand there, panting from our heated kiss, and let the warm water trickle over our bodies while we catch our breath.
He places his hand on my neck and I close my eyes while leaning in to his touch. His grasp is firm but sensual as he slowly turns me around, my back now against his front. With one hand still on my neck he starts placing kisses down my spine as his other hand slides between my legs. He rubs his middle finger between my slick, wet folds, teasing my now sensitive clit.
I shudder against him, now completely under his spell.
I reach behind me and grip my nails into his firm ass cheek.
“Ah, fuck, Lex,” he growls low in my ear, “I want to take this slow for you, but if you keep that up, I’m not going to last long.” I let go of him as he reaches for the shampoo and starts washing my hair. I’m frustrated when his strong hand leaves my aching pussy but the moment he starts massaging his fingers through my hair I melt into his touch.
A few moments later I turn around and reach for the soap. Our eyes lock and he freezes, waiting to see what I’m going to do next. I work up a lather in my hands and slowly reach out so they are just centimeters away from Coen’s pecs. His breath hitches in anticipation of my touch. I steadily guide my hands down to his waist, never once making contact. He starts to move closer and I back away.
“Ah, ah, ah.” I shake my head. “Ladies first.” I smirk.
Coen raises an eyebrow in amusement and swallows hard.
“Be my guest, sweet cheeks. I could stand here and take in the sight of you like this all. Night. Long.”
I decide to tease him a little first. I cross my soapy hands over in front of my chest. Starting at my neck I take my time and wash down my arms. I then cup my breasts as I close my eyes and whisper Coen’s name. I open my eyes again and continue to washing down to my waist, but just before I start to reach between my legs, Coen turns me around and quickly pulls me to him. My back is now to his front again.
His strong, wet, tattooed arms are wrapped around my waist. His cock is warm and hard, resting against my ass.
“I love the teasing, Lex.” He licks up my neck and nibbles my ear. “But I’m craving my dessert,” he growls as he turns me around to kiss my lips.
We finish our shower, as best as we can while not being able to keep our hands off of each other, and Coen dries us both off. He takes his time with me, carefully making sure he doesn’t miss a spot. One minute he’s ravaging my body like a starved animal and the next he’s sweet and sensual. He wants me so badly, but he’s trying so hard to make sure he’s pleasuring me and not just satisfying his own needs tonight. No man I have ever been with has cared like this before. Coen’s different, but it’s a good different. In fact, it’s amazing, and I never want it to end.
“Dessert sounds like a great idea.”
Suddenly his smile fades and he looks perplexed.
“What’s wrong?” I frown.
“The dessert toppings are downstairs in the kitchen.” He sticks out his bottom lip and pretends to pout like a toddler.
Things have been so spontaneous the past few days, why stop now. I instantly have an idea.
“Wanna race?” I wiggle an eyebrow and giggle.
“Right now?” Coen looks at me like I’ve grown a horn in the middle of my head. “Lex, in case you’ve forgotten, we’re kind of naked and I have a raging hard on.”
“All the more reason to race you . . . to the kitchen for the toppings.”
A slow smile spreads across his face, but he still looks a bit confused.
“I don’t follow, sweet cheeks.”
“First person to the kitchen and back to your bedroom with the toppings gets dessert first.”
“Okay . . .” Coen’s intrigued now, but still not quite getting it. I think all of his blood is rushing to the wrong head at the moment.
I can’t help but laugh at how adorable this tall, naked, confused, tattooed man looks right now.
“Oh my God, Coen,” I giggle. “Let me put it this way. You should really hope I win”—I lean down and give the head of his cock a quick flick of my tongue—“because I’m very hungry.”
“You dirty, dirty girl,” he shivers and clears his throat. “In that case, maybe I should give you a head start.”
“No way, I want it fair and square. Are you ready?”
I walk out into the hallway, still complet
ely naked, and stick one foot out ahead of me, ready to run. Coen shakes his head, smiles, and does the same. I reach over and slap his bare ass and wink at him. He growls.
“On my count. Ready?” I ask.
He doesn’t say a word, he just smirks and nods.
“Three . . . two . . . one . . . GO!”
We start running through the hallway, down the stairs and through the house to the kitchen. Coen might have longer legs than I do, but I’m at least two steps ahead the entire time. I make it to the fridge and grab the chocolate sauce and whipped cream, but when I turn around to head back Coen isn’t behind me anymore. When I get back to the bottom of the stairs I stop. I look up and he’s sitting in the middle of the staircase, pretending to be out of breath.
“Oh, you are so full of shit.” I look at him in disbelief. He’s totally letting me win on purpose. Normally I would be pissed, because I would much rather win fair and square, but right now, I’m really looking forward to drizzling him with this chocolate sauce and whipped cream.
“Do you know how distracting it is to run with a hard-on?” He leans back against the stairs, closes his eyes, and starts stroking his long, hard cock. I lick my lips and swallow hard. “Especially when there’s a hot little tattooed redhead running naked through my house with wet hair.”
I start tip-toeing up the stairs. “Well, no dessert for you then, I guess.” Once I’m next to him I jog the rest of the way up.
He opens his eyes and whips his head up to find me.
“Wanna bet?” He climbs the stairs in a flash on all fours and almost catches me. I squeal as I turn the corner into his bedroom and throw myself on the bed, out of breath. I have the chocolate sauce in one hand and the whipped cream in the other. Coen pounces on the bed beside me.
“Someone’s feeling frisky,” he says, throwing one of his legs over me so that he’s now on his hands and knees above me. His hair is still damp from the shower and a strand is dangling loosely in front of his face. He takes the toppings from my hands and lays them on the bed beside us.
“You might have won the race, sweet cheeks.” He leans in close to my ear and whispers in a raspy seductive tone. “But this time I’m bending the rules.”
I reach up and hold his face in my hands.
“That doesn’t sound very fair.”
“Maybe not,” he says, “but I told you, this day was all about you, Lexi, and I keep my promises.”
I hold his gaze and in this moment, looking deep into his green eyes, I feel like I can see through to my own soul.
I pull him down to kiss me; my lips ravishing his. I can’t seem to get enough of him. I trace my hands down his jawline. His hands are placed on the bed, one on each side of my head. I reach my hands around to his shoulder blades and pull the rest of his body close to me and dig my nails into him. Not enough to puncture the skin or draw blood, but just the right amount of pressure to send the message that I want him. Now.
I feel his back tense and he growls in my ear. The vibration sends shivers of anticipation down my spine. I feel the wetness increasing between my legs. My need for him is accelerating. His cock is heavy and warm laying against my thigh as he slowly kisses and licks his way down my neck.
I draw in a quick breath through my teeth and moan.
“Coen . . .”
His hand softly traces over one of my breasts. I arch my back, trying to push my chest closer to him, needing to feel more. He takes my other nipple into his mouth, alternating between licking and sucking. A few flicks of his tongue, a hard suck, and then without a warning he blows a cool stream of air across my wet nipple. It sends instant shivers over my entire body but it’s still not enough.
“Coen, I need you,” I pant.
He sucks hard on my nipple again and squeezes my other breast hard in his strong hand, causing me to moan involuntarily and my body to quake. He releases my nipple from his mouth with a pop.
“I’m just getting started, darlin,’ and I’m planning on enjoying my dessert, but you will enjoy it just as much. Trust me?”
My chest rises and falls rapidly as I struggle to catch my breath. His eyes are soft and shining with lust and desire as he rubs his beautiful, long, ink-covered neck awaiting my answer. I swallow hard and nod my head. A slow smile spreads across his face into a sexy-as-hell smirk.
Fuck, I love that smirk.
Coen’s eyes remain locked on mine as he reaches over to grab the canister of whipped cream. He doesn’t say a word as he shakes it; he just licks his lips ever so slowly and suggestively wiggles his eyebrows.
“Brace yourself, sweet cheeks, this is going to be cold. And make sure you hold still, or we’ll have a mess.” He winks.
I close my eyes and grip the sheets, but nothing can really prepare me for the cold, fluffy cream as it lands on my breasts. I gasp and bite my lip, but just as my body tenses, the warmth from his tongue eases the tension in my veins. He repeats it again on my other breast. The back and forth between the cold and warm has me craving his body heat even more.
He continues the delicious teasing, only now he switches to the chocolate sauce, drizzling it down my stomach and stopping just above the folds between my legs.
“Coen . . . please . . .” I beg.
“I like to savor”—he licks the long trail of chocolate sauce off painstakingly slow—“my desserts. Don’t you, Lex?”
I’m so pent up and needing a release that I don’t anticipate what comes next.
“Ohh . . . fuck . . .”
His long middle finger is inside of me in a flash. He shoves it into me hard and I close my eyes. My walls clench hard around him as I arch my back, wanting more.
“Is this what you wanted, Sweet Cheeks?” He pulls his finger out and thrusts two in this time. He pumps them in and out of me hard and fast a few times before curling them inside of me, reaching for that magic spot. My legs shake and I bite my lip. Then he stops.
“No answer. Hmm. I guess that’s a no then.”
I open my eyes as his hand leaves my body. He’s kneeling between my legs sucking my juices from his fingers.
“Best. Fucking. Dessert. Ever.” He says between licks.
“More, Coen, please,” I plead. “I need more.”
“You need more what, Lex? I want to hear you say it.”
I don’t hesitate. I’m on the edge and I can’t handle the foreplay anymore. I look him straight in those gorgeous, bright green eyes and lean forward to grip his dick in my hand. He growls before kissing me and nibbles my bottom lip. I moan and pull away.
“I need your rock hard cock throbbing deep inside of me right now before I lose my fucking mind.”
“Damn, it turns me on when you talk dirty,” he whispers in my ear, his voice a low growl.
The words are barely out of his mouth before he finally gives me what I’ve been craving. He thrusts in once, nice and slow, and stops once he’s all the way to the hilt. He rests his head in the curve of my neck, placing gentle kisses there as my walls pulse around him.
I reach my hands around him and grip his ass in my hands. I know it drives him wild when I do that. I feel him smile against my neck because he knows that I know it does.
He grabs my legs and rests them on his shoulders as he starts moving in and out of me in a steady rhythm. In and out. Fast, fast, slow. Fast, fast, slow. Over and over. The friction between us is building higher and higher, bringing me closer to the edge.
I reach down between us to rub my slick, sensitive, throbbing clit. Sounds are escaping my mouth that I’ve never heard from myself before. The squeaks and moans of my voice cracking are growing louder with each thrust.
“I can’t hold back much longer, Lex,” he says between grunts and growls. “Are you close?”
I can’t do anything but nod. I rub my clit a little harder and faster and his thrusts match my speed. He gives my tits a firm squeeze and then pinches my nipples. Suddenly I see stars as he dives deep into me one more time and holds me there, arching my back as
I ride out the most earth-shattering orgasm I’ve ever had in my entire life.
I’m not sure how much times passes, but after a moment or two, he gently lowers my legs off of his shoulders, but doesn’t break our connection. He lies down beside me, with his cock still inside of my pulsing pussy.
I nuzzle my face into his neck and inhale his scent. He smells like home. He feels like home. He is home. My home.
“I could stay inside you forever, Lexi. You feel so fucking good. We fit together perfectly.”
We lie like this for a few more minutes. Just as I start to fall asleep, Coen places a tender kiss on my lips and slides out of me.
I think I’m falling in love with this man, but if I say anything I’m sure to scare him off. He pulls the sheets and blankets up over us and wraps me in his arms.
Strong.
Caring.
Passionate.
Beautiful.
Home.
These are the words that cross my mind with thoughts of him as we lie in each other’s arms. Sated and spent. In my hazy, tired, satisfied state, I some how get the courage to go ahead and tell him those three little words.
“Coen, I think I’m in lo—” Just before the word finishes escaping my lips, a snore comes from behind me. He’s fast asleep. Maybe now wasn’t the right time to tell him after all. It’s too soon.
I wrap his arm and the blankets around me tighter as I drift off into my own deep sleep.
THE WARMTH AND brightness of the sunlight coming through the blinds awakens me. Lexi’s auburn hair is partially covering her face and she has her arm draped across my chest. It feels right, her being in my bed. I feel a calmness I haven’t felt in years. I’m content.
Something really clicked between us last night. When I’m with her, the world could crumble around us and I wouldn’t care. I couldn’t help but feel like she wanted to say something to me, though, but she held back.
I turn my head to check the time. It’s 8 a.m. Suddenly it dawns on me that I slept straight through the night without waking up at 3:32 a.m. No wonder I feel like I had the best sleep I’ve had in years. It’s because I really did. And it has to be because of this beautiful woman in my bed. She calms every nerve in my body, yet sets me on fire all at the same time.
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