Page 154 of Ex Somnis

Ah, the not-getting-the-memo part.

“Wait, baby.” I catch her hips gently, holding her above me, then bring two fingers up to her mouth instead. “Help me out?”

Her eyes go wide for half a second, before something hotter replaces it. She takes my fingers in without hesitation, tongue working around them, and when I press a little deeper than I mean to, she gags softly, eyes watering, a thin line of drool slipping down her chin.

Fuck.

“Sorry, sorry, I…” I start to pull back, but she catches my wrist, holding my fingers right there for one more second before letting go, breathless.

I wrap my soaked fingers around my cock, slicking myself up with what’s left, and she wipes her chin with the back of her hand like she’s annoyed at herself for it, which only makes it hotter.

“There.” My voice comes out rougher than I’ve ever heard it.

Her eyes darken with heat and something softer when she sinks down again, this time gliding easily along my cock, trapping me between her warm pussy and my stomach.

I actually whimper, my hips jerking up on instinct.

“Lemon, oh f-fuck.”

She starts grinding, slowly rolling her hips and dragging her heat all the way from base to tip and back again. Every pass catches her clit on the head of my cock, and she moans softly, eyes fluttering.

I’m dying here.

My hands fly to her hips, gripping hard, but I don’t take control. I hold on, letting her use me.

“I haven’t… fuck, baby, I’m not gonna last,” I whine, voice cracking. “You feel too good. I’m gonna come way too fast like this.”

She leans down, kisses me messily, one hand braced on my chest while her nails drag lightly down my skin. The other hand wraps around the head of my cock, holding it firm against her clit while she keeps gliding over the rest of me.

“Please, Lemon, please…” I’m whimpering into her mouth now, hips twitching helplessly beneath her. “I want to be good, baby, but fuck, I’m so close already.”

She kisses me harder, hips moving faster, grinding down on my cock as if she owns it. I’m leaking all over her hand and pussy, making everything even slicker.

“You want to be good?” she murmurs against my lips. “Then come for me.”

I moan loud enough that I’m sure everyone in this house can hear me, while I hold onto her hips like she’s the only real thing left in the world. Then she grinds over me one more time, and I come with a broken, whimpering groan against her mouth.

Thick ropes spill over my stomach and over her pretty fingers as my cock pulses between us. My whole body jerks and twitches under her, thighs shaking, hips stuttering up into her heat while she continues to rock her hips through every last pulse.

She doesn’t stop moving until I’m panting and oversensitive, whimpering softly with every slow roll of her hips. “Shit.” I laugh weakly, catching my breath. “That was the sexiest fucking thing that’s ever happened to me.”

She grins down at me. “I happened to you?”

I huff a laugh and pull her down by her throat, not caring at all about the mess between us. “Yeah, you kind of did.”

She settles against me, her belly pressed to mine, while her fingers play idly through the hair on my chest, and I shiver hard.

“So you don’t care that I’m so much older than you?” she asks quietly.

“You’re not much older.” I scoff. “That on your mind right now?”

“Somehow, yes.” She traces a circle over my heart. “You said you wanted to be good, and I went with it and almost called you a good boy, and I…” She trails off, a blush covering her cheeks.

My cock twitches against her thigh at the words, even though I just came. Heat floods my face, and I bury it in her neck for a second, breathing in her lemonade scent. “You can call me that,” I murmur against her skin. “Anytime you want. Fuck, I think I’d love it.”

She pulls back enough to look at me, eyes wide in surprise. I shrug one shoulder, a little embarrassed. “I think it’s hot. And the age difference…”

I shift up onto one elbow so I can look at her properly, then tuck a strand of hair behind her ear, thumb brushing her cheek. “I had to grow up so early, so I feel like, in a way, I’m older than I am. And maybe that sounds weird, but it doesn’t feel like we’re different in age. Paul feels older. Ridge too. But you’re just you, and I’m just me. All I know is that you belong to me, no matter what.”