82 I want

Shit... I just fucked up the night didn't I?

My thoughts must have shown on my face, because Lance blinks but pulls me back to his lips. In a animalistic way, he devours my mouth in a deep, breath stopping kiss.

Every anxious scenario that had started to swell up in my mind, disappeared, wiped clean and replaced with this moment.

I feel the strength of his grip on my thighs and then feel him rolling me over to be on top. His hands come up my body, thumbs caressing the flesh at my sides, before coming to a stop on either side of my face.

Breaking the kiss, he leans back, and my eyes widen slightly to take in his face as he beams down at me. His eyes are like an ocean of emotions, deep, blue, and full of life.

I want to drift in them, no, I want to swim in them, explore their depths and know every last drop that's in them right now.

I reach out a shaky hand and caress the lock of hair that has fallen to curl around his temple. Pushing it aside, I feel the heat in my cheeks at his intense gaze, one that causes more warmth to spread throughout my body.

He cocks his head toward my hand, eyes fluttering shut, and kisses my palm.

The touch is so soft and sensitive it makes a shudder run down my spine, throughout my body, to the tips of my toes. My breath catches, thrilled at the sensation that is filling me.

Lances eyes flutter back open and I take in a deep shuddering breath, suddenly feeling anxious again. His eyes swept me up into their depths, causing my heart to open and flutter in response to what they dared to reveal to me.

"I really love you too, Lirael."

I am so wrapped up in his eyes, if I had not noticed his lips moving, I would have thought I imagined those words escaping him.

What do I say now? What should I do? Should I say something more? All I want to do right now is kiss those lips...

I bite my bottom lip, wondering if I should hold back or go for it.

Our lips gravitate towards each others as I watch them breathlessly. The pounding of my heart drowns any noise. Time seems to move at a snails pace as I wait for those lips to take mine. I've kissed those lips so many times before, but it feels different this time.

There's a deep yearning in my heart, so deep and strong that it's borderline painful.

"Lance, please kiss me." My voice sounds so weak and pitiful, I feel my face drain of its prior heat.

The next second, lips are softly teasing the warmth to return, as Lance sweeps his tongue across my lips, testing my response. I part my lips, to let his tongue sweep into my mouth, a whimper of relief escaping me.

Lance moans in response, his chest vibrating from the rumble as he moves a hand to caress my chest. He tugs the fabric of my top aside, exposing my nipple to the air, and his touch. His firm hands massage and tug my breast farther out of my top, while our tongues dance with each other.

Only when I'm left breathless and gasping does he trail his mouth down my jaw, to my neck, sucking and nipping the skin as he molds my breast in his hand. My fingers weave into his hair, as he moves farther down to suckle on my breast.

He pulls my nipple in between his teeth, lapping and sucking it till it's tautness is malleable in his mouth. Nipping at it as he takes an audible breath, his other hand works on my neglected breast.

His mouth switches to my other breast, as he presses his body against my own grinding his hardon against my leg, showing me how excited he is. I spread my legs for him to climb in between them, as he releases my nipple with a little pop from his mouth.

He grinds up against me, making me gasp as his hard cock presses against my clit through our clothes as he moves his mouth back to mine. He keeps a rhythm, grinding against me, as he kisses me, letting me gasp for air as he moves up, stealing it as he comes back down.

"We need to take these clothes off, now." I utter breathlessly, gritting my teeth in frustration as he moves against me again.

"Allow me." Lance chuckles, drawing back to pull my satin shorts down, taking my underwear with it.

I pull my top off as he drops his shorts and removes his shirt, revealing his sexy, fit body for my eyes to feast upon.

"Damn, you're sexy." I comment, biting my lip, giddy that this gorgeous man wants me.

That he loves me...

His smile is infectious, his cheeks darkening from the heat and rush of blood to his face at my words.

He moves over me, slowly, a predatory hunger in his eyes as he scans me from my feet up, "Coming from a goddess such as yourself," his lips press a soft kiss on my stomach, making it quiver and tingle, "I'm happy that I am deemed so."

His lips leave a trail of soft kisses, that light a fire of sensations that make my core tense and my limbs tremble.

He hovers over my mouth, teasing me with those lips until I smirk and grab the back of his neck, pulling him down to meet mine.

Letting out a satisfied moan, we intertwine our tongues and bodies, touching, rubbing every spot our hands reach on each other.

Desperate for friction, I roll my hips against him, feeling his hard cock twitching in excitement. I reach between us, gripping his firm length, stroking it to make him groan.

He spreads my legs apart with a knee, moving himself in between my legs. He runs a finger over my lips between my legs, and I can hear the wet slick that has formed.

"Oh, Lirael, you're so wet for me.... damn, do you know how sexy that is?" He whispers huskily against my lips, then trails his tongue down my neck and stomach to nestle between my legs.

I watch as he spreads my lips apart, looking at my womanhood, wet and ready for him. He licks his lips, eyes dilating as he does so. That subtle reaction has my heart pounding in anticipation as he leans forward and laps my hole with his tongue up to my clit.

My sharp intake of breath has him glancing back up to meet my eyes, as he suckles at my clit. I gasp at the shocking impulses that spread from my core to my whole body and back down to my clit.

He's driving me wild making my body feels like everything is twice as sensitive as he continues to lick and suck on my clit.

Letting out a deep moan, my legs start to shake with the oncoming orgasm. Lance pulls back from his deep sea dive into my cave before he found his treasure. I release a whine, a whimper of disapproval, as I'm left wanting him even more.

He brings those delicious lips, still tasting of my slick back up to my mouth. Our kiss becomes a heated dance of tongues and moans, interrupted only with gasps for air.

With a shuddering breath, Lance pulls back from me and his smoldering eyes bore holes straight through me.

"Lirael, I want to make love to you."