12. Juniper

TWELVE

"You still owe me an apology, Lawson." With the way my shirt is covering a portion of his head, it's kind of hard to see him. I name off the reasons why. "Kidnapping, making rude comments, and forgetting the most memorable night of my life."

He pulls himself away from my body, the exact opposite of what I want him to do. I remember his mouth, and I've missed it with a desperation that my fingers and toy could never satisfy. Lawson is a skilled lover. He pays attention, watches the signs, and knows how I like to be taken. Even in his inebriated state, he made sure I came before he even thought about getting his own.

"You sure you can handle my mouth on you for that long? I seem to recall you twisting and pulling away from me at one time," he states, shocking me to my core.

"You remember?" At one point, Lawson had his whole arm holding me down, my thighs draped over his shoulder while his mouth and fingers worked me so hard sweat was dripping down my body.

"Parts and pieces. Your scent, the way you move. Certain things trigger my memories. Now, it seems I've got some work to do, but in order to do that from my place on my knees, I'll need your help." My grip on the railing tightens. A shudder takes hold when he licks his lips, nostrils flaring, and I'm pretty sure he's breathing in my scent.

"What's that?" My voice quakes with desire.

"Take your shirt off, baby, hold on tight, and I want your leg over my shoulder. You feel the slightest bit of unease, tell me. That's non-negotiable." He has a firm grip on my hips, squeezing when I don't respond right away. "Need your words, Juni."

My fingers leave the railing and move to the hem of my shirt, or Lawson's really. There's something about wearing anything that belongs to him, his scent and his warmth wrapped around me.

"Alright, Lawson, I'll tell you, but newsflash. There's nothing you could do that would ever make me feel uncomfortable." I slide the shirt up my body, lifting my ass off the railing, and the second the fabric is over my head and I drop the shirt onto the dark wood deck of the porch, Lawson makes a deep groaning noise in the back of his throat.

"Hold the fuck on, babe. I'm going to enjoy my time with this pretty pussy of yours." I want his mouth on me, tired of yearning for him each and every night. I do exactly what he says, hands digging into the wood railing, leg going over his shoulder, and Lawson takes care of the rest. My eyes close when I feel his breath skate over my wetness, his hand gripping my thigh. His fingers dig into my skin with a fevered need of his own, and I edge my foot out in order to give him as much room as possible.

"Lawson." There's no time to prepare. All I can do is hold the fuck on. My head tips forward, and I watch as he worships my body with his mouth. His tongue swirls around my clit before sliding down the length of my slit. What I didn't see coming is the way he slides two fingers inside me or the hollowing of his cheeks as he sucks my lips into his mouth. I can no longer keep my eyes open. My head tips back, my legs start to quiver, and Lawson doesn't let up. Truth be told, I don't want him to. His mouth and fingers are more than amazing. They make me feel alive.

Lawson makes me feel alive.

I didn't realize everything I was missing until he found me, unwilling to give up everything and do anything in his power to bring me to my senses. Thankfully, he's as stubborn as I am, doesn't give up, and goes after what he wants.

"Lawson." He adds a third finger, pushing me to my limit as his thumb slides along my back entrance. I bear down, wanting to feel him everywhere. The last time we were together, he took my ass. It was my first time, and while I wasn't prepared for the event, Lawson took his time, used lots of lube, and when he finally worked his thick length inside me, well, let's just say I wasn't prepared for the onslaught of feelings. I was on my knees and elbows, ass tipped up, and Lawson was behind me. The only thing I could do was hold my position, especially with his hand wrapped around my hip, fingers sliding to my clit, making a V-shape, working me up exactly how he is now.

"Hmmm," he hums against my clit, adding another sensation. One I'm not prepared for. My body relaxes before drawing up tight. His fingers amp up their pace, gliding in and out, using my wetness as lube for my ass. How he's able to manage everything is beyond me.

"Right there, Lawson. I'm right fucking there." A fevered chill rushes through me, my stomach sucks in, and I roll onto the tips of my toes with one foot.

"Stay still, Juniper." I"m oblivious on how I'm trying to move away yet not wanting to lose his touch. I'm out of control, spiraling in the feelings Lawson emits from me.

"Can't. Oh god. Lawson." He wraps his lips around my clit and sucks on it while moving his fingers deeper, harder, faster. I'm a slave to him, ready to give him everything. Lights burst beneath my closed lids. I lose my grip on the handrail, going to the back of Lawson's head and holding him to me. What can I say? Even through an orgasm, I don't want to lose a single moment. A far cry away from moments before when my body was trying to push and pull away from Lawson's mouth and fingers.

"So fucking pretty when you come." He slows down, no longer going hot and heavy. He's dragging my orgasm out, probably trying to wring me dry and make me come again.

"I can't, Lawson. I can't." He pulls his head away from my pussy. Lips, cheeks, and chin are wet from me.

"You're about to come again, this time with my dick." He places my other foot on the ground, soaked hand going to my hip to keep me steady as he rises to his full height.

"What if I want to suck you, though? Will you let me?" My hands decide to join the action, going to Lawson's pajama pants, pulling at the drawstring.

"Not this time. After. Promise." He steps out of his pants that have dropped to the floor. His cock bobs thick and heavy against his lower abdomen, and my mouth waters at tasting him again.

"Fine, but it's happening today." I barely get the words out before his hands are on my hips, and he's lifting me until my ass is completely seated on the railing, his mouth is on mine. I have a feeling today is about to get one hundred times better, which will be hard since it"s already an amazing day. Lawson being Lawson, though, I know he'll one-up my last orgasm, and this time, we'll come together.