“I need to touch you.” My fingers twitch with necessity. I want to feel her smooth skin beneath my palms. I want to run my hands along the curve of her ass, caressing the sensitive skin where her legs join her hips.
“This is for you, Callum.” Standing on her toes, she brushes her lips gently against mine. Teasing, giving me a taste of what I want. It’s taking all of my control to keep my hands off her but my curiosity gives me the motivation to see this through. “You need to relax. Forget about everything weighing down heavily on your shoulders and let loose. Let me do that for you.”
She wraps her arms around my neck, curling her fingers in my hair as she traces the outline of my lips with the tip of her tongue. I groan, opening my mouth and meeting her halfway. I let her take the lead and control the kiss, my cock throbbing with the need for contact of any kind.
“I can relax when I’m buried deep inside you,” I offer, a wry smile masking the growing desperation inside of me when she pulls away. I feel off balance, the ground beneath my feet unstable despite my physical state being safe and secure.
Without control I feel unsure, unable to guarantee that I can hold back the yearning to surpass Lucia’s limits. It’s one of the reasons I tried to stay away from her, but look where that got me. I’m here with that very woman, almost naked and outside. With the breathtaking view of the city I love laid out before me and the cooling spring breeze blowing against my body, I watch in awe as she runs her hands down my chest and sinks to her knees.
Anticipation courses through me as I widen my stance, bracing myself for the exquisite feeling of Lucia’s lips wrapped around my cock. “Close your eyes, Cal. Clear your mind of everything except us. Here. Me.”
My other senses converge with renewed clarity the moment I follow her request and close my eyes. I take in all of my surroundings—her breath fanning over my skin, her hands circling my thighs and resting on my hips, her fingertips digging into my ass cheeks just as the wet and warm haven of her mouth envelopes the head of my cock.
I somehow remain silent, absorbing every detail as she lowers her lips down my cock, fisting the base with one hand as she starts the telltale advance and retreat, never letting her mouth lose contact. With every smooth glide down my length, the rigidity in my body leaches out of me. With every squeeze and release of her fist I relax into her, my hips beginning a gentle thrust, testing her disposition. The moment her hand releases me, returning to my ass and pulling my groin closer to her face, forcing my cock deeper into her throat, I know I’m in trouble.
“Fuck!” I growl, my left hand lifting up from the railing to rest on the back of her head, my fingers tangling in her hair.
Pressure builds inside of me. The sounds of the neighborhood, of the city in the distance are muted—the only thing I can hear is my heavy breathing and the wet sounds of Lucia’s mouth as she devours my cock.
She moans around me. The vibration threatens to set me off but I grit my teeth and will my body to stave the desire for release. It’s the last semblance of control I have in that moment. Lucia may be the one on her knees, but I’m in no denial that she is controlling every response and reaction my body has to her in this moment.
With a scrape of her teeth against the sensitive underside of the tip, a shudder wracks through me, shaking me out of my haze. My eyes snap open and look down. The light from the living room cascades around her, but there’s no hiding the fire in her eyes. Seeing her so obviously turned on from pleasuring me goes straight to my head, and I lose the flimsy grip I had on my control.
Tightening my grip in her hair, I pull her up, lowering my hand to the nape of her neck, my thumb resting on her carotid artery, the fast thrum of her heart spurring me on. I lean down to take her mouth as she continues to stroke me hard and fast with her palm. Intense need rages through me and I can no longer control my actions. Running my other hand up her dress, I shove her damp panties aside and drive two fingers deep inside her pussy, circling the tip of my thumb on her hard clit. With her slick heat coating my hand, I plunder her mouth, rubbing my tongue against hers and exploring her mouth with renewed hunger as I feel her walls clench around my fingers.
She whimpers, giving away how overcome she is. The moment I feel her hand mimic mine, grabbing my hair at the back of my head and holding firm, I lose all coherent thought.
I hold her lips to mine, not missing the widening of her eyes as her body trembles. She starts to pant into my mouth, the short gushes of warm breath between us mixing together as we rebreathe for each other, our lips not parting once. Her pupils shine in the dim light, wide and dilated, and I realize that she’s actually getting as turned on by this as I am.
How the fuck is this possible?
The high hits me, endorphins rushing through my body, then I feel rather than see Lucia’s body grow tense, her eyes growing impossibly large as we watch each other, our mouths fused together as we rush toward the anticipated mutual climax we’re striving for.
With my mind bending and the million thoughts rushing through my head at what this could possibly mean, I don’t have the time to ponder anything. My lack of focus enables a true freeing of the mind and body.
The throbbing at the base of my cock explodes and I’m catapulted sky-high, my shaft pulsating as I growl out the most powerful release I’ve ever had. Pressing down hard with my thumb on her clit, I drive my fingers deep. She clenches tight around me and screams out her climax into our fused mouths. My head spins in the most intensely satisfying way as we come back down to earth. Her hand slows down its strokes, my hand matching her rhythm until I ease back and our lips part.
She looks at me, really looks at me. Her face is a picture of sated beauty, with flushed cheeks and swollen lips. Well fucked and well kissed. A beautiful look on any woman, and simply stunning on Lucia.
“Wow,” she whispers, her hand releasing my cock and moving to my bare hip. I look down at our bodies, mine almost naked next to her fully-clothed one. With one last soft stroke over her sensitized clit, earning me a gratifying shudder, I shift her panties back in place and move my hand from beneath her dress.
“I’m sor—“
She puts her finger on my lips. “Don’t. That was the single most erotic moment of my life. You let your walls down; you gave me a piece of yourself, and I’m not giving it back, Cal. I felt it and you felt it. Well . . .” she smirks, “until you couldn’t take it any longer.”
I can’t help but chuckle and shake my head, her finger not once leaving my bottom lip.
“I think my job is done here.”
“Something was done here,” I retort with a smirk.
“Funny, Mr. Alexander. Anyone would think you were actually relaxed.”
“Shh, don’t tell anyone. It’ll ruin my reputation.”
“And we wouldn’t want that now, would we?” She laughs before bending down to pick up my pants. Not that I’m bothered by the fact I’m still naked from the waist down. It’s then that I notice I’ve ruined the front of her dress.
“Shit. Wait there.” She frowns in confusion but doesn’t move, apparently oblivious. I pull my pants up and button them as I walk toward the kitchen, grabbing a hand towel and running it under warm water before returning to the balcony.
She then watches in shock as I bend down and pat her dress down with the cloth before standing up straight in front of her.
I sense a change in her body language, telling me that I’ve surprised her with the gesture, and I’m not sure that she knows what to think of it.
My suspicions are confirmed when I see her look at the silver watch on her wrist and frown before looking up at me. “I should really be going.”