Chapter 46: Lucas: Perfect for
"HOW DID I do?"
I brush Iris’ hair off her face, her head resting on my bare chest after the hot breathy encounter we just had. Kissing her forehead, I stroke her back. "Everything I do with you is unbelievable, Iris. I love it."
"Are you sure? Last ti we did it three tis in a row."
My dick twitches. I just went for a second round with her and it was hotter than our last encounters. It’s like she had a sexual awakening in her sleep. When we went in for a bath, her mouth was on my dick the mont we sat in the water. I couldn’t even grab her hair because she’d tied it into a bun—sothing I didn’t see her do whilst removing her clothes.
Then ca the moves, the positions. I’ve known most of them since puberty hit but hell, she elevated their aning. Lord knows I held it in every ti she squeezed on my dick when she changed her position, trying to stop myself from unloading in her. We had no condoms and the skin ok skin sensation was otherworldly.
I had to pull out of her from ti to ti, my masculine ego didn’t want
coming before she did. "I can go for two more rounds, but I want you to rest."
"I’m fine," she challenges. "I can go for two more rounds too."
She’s saying that, but I saw the way she looked off a while ago. Puffy eyes and a low voice. If that isn’t the definition of being tired then what is? Not to ntion, she still hasn’t gotten over Jerald, and we have the magazine drafting business deadline coming to an end on Friday, with her leading the beauty and fashion section. Everything that’s happening is enough to make anyone fed up. Even .
"I’m not fine. I can’t be having sex with you four tis in a row just because I’ve got stamina. Your stamina is just as important."
"But I just told you, I’m fine!"
Ugh. Why, oh, why is she so stubborn over the obvious?
Flipping us around and placing my knees on each side of her hip, I lean in and bite her neck, leaving a big red hickey that matches the ones I tattooed all over her body with my teeth. "Do you have to be stubborn over this too?"
"Yes."
I trace my fingers down her belly, feeling her shiver slightly in my embrace. It’s nice to know I have this deep of an effect on her. "You know, when I was talking to Jerald today, he was very protective of you again."
"Are you trying to ruin the mood by bringing him up?"
"Maybe," I whisper in her ear, smirking. If this is what it takes to make her stop asking
to fuck her even though she looks tired, then I’ll double the impact. "He said I should treat you right, that if I ever make you sad, he’ll kill . He also said he’d wait until you are ready to et him, then he’ll apologize for being an ass."
I’m waiting for another smart-mouth comnt from her, but she doesn’t give it to
as I wish. "Do you think I should forgive him?"
"I’m afraid I can’t answer that. I think you should do it when it feels right to you."
Tapping lightly on my shoulder, Iris asks if I can lie back on the bed so she can place her head on my chest once again. A part of
whimpers when she decides to stop asking
for another round, but an even bigger part is glad I was able to hold myself back.
She begins fidgeting with my nipple, circling it with her finger as she adjusts her head on my chest. A sigh escapes from her, heavy with untold stories brewing in her head. "Is sothing wrong?" I ask.
She remains silent, pausing with her seductive play on my goosebump-filled nipple. As if we share so invisible connection, I can feel the tension weighing on her. I want to help her relieve it, but I can only guess what it is that’s troubling her and I’m pretty sure the last thing she wants is
asking stupid questions.
"Luke."
"Yes?"
"Do you think we should call off the dating deal?"
And here I was thinking she was pondering over how to handle Jerald or so article back at work when instead, she has been thinking about cutting the bit of string connecting the two of us. "Did I do sothing wrong?"
"What, no. I was just thinking, since Lynn has stopped bothering you, why don’t we stop the old deal and make a new one... Isn’t it nice that way?"
It’s funny how this woman’s words affect
to such great heights. A few seconds ago, my heart was bleeding. I was wondering how I was going to stop her from separating us without coming off clingy, but now? I’m already healed. The bleeding has stopped and it feels like springs in there. Warm fuzziness and a bit of butterfly jiggles in my belly pit.
"I was thinking the sa thing too," I reply, my voice coming off happier than I intended. My hand finds its way to her waist, snaking around it and pulling her closer. "Now we share not only our bodies but our minds too."
"Scary what sex with your boss can accomplish."
We both laugh, Iris in particular. Her voice cos out clear, a laugh that sounds pure and excited, filling
with hope that maybe she doesn’t hate
that much. Maybe Jerald was right, Iris might like
after all.
Oh, if only I knew what was brewing in that cunning mind of hers, then maybe I’d know if now is the best ti to confess or not.
"Oh, and ummm, I want to go back to my therapy sessions once again."
Talkaboutconvenience.
"I think that’s a good idea."
Raising her head to look at , she squints he mr eyes. "That was a bit too fast."
"Sorry."
"Don’t use that cutesy tone on , you’re trying to avoid the conversation," she suppresses a smile. "Did you think I’m crazy all this ti you’ve been sleeping with ?"
"Oh my god, Iris. Where’s your mind taking you? I’m only agreeing with you that you need to go see a therapist."
"Because...?"
"Because you look stressed and tired. And I already tried booking a therapy class for you once but I thought you’d hate
for it so I didn’t. Now that you brought it up I had to grab the chance and convince you to go."
"And you feel safe telling
all of this now?" Her smile widens, cracking the cent she’s trying to toughen it up with.
"Yes," I reply confidently. "If you try to do sothing to , I’ll shut you up with that," I pointedly look between my legs.
"Don’t tempt , Andrews."
"I won’t."
Her smile drops. "Are you really looking out for
or are you already getting tired of
as Lucas warned?"
"No, it’s the opposite actually."
I’mgettingobsessed.AnIrisaddictifyoumay.
"Explain yourself before I start overthinking."
Pulling her head back to my chest, I begin stroking her hair. "And this is why you need therapy. You have to let go of all the negative energy in your body by getting professional help."
"Still not answering my question, Luke."
Sostubborn.
"Let’s renew the dating deal and upgrade it to a friends-with-benefits pact. Does that answer your question?" I try to make a point without confessing on impulse even though the words are lingering on my throat right now.
"Yes, it does," she replies, bringing her finger back to my nipples like it belongs there.
We rest like that for a few more minutes in comfortable silence, each with their own thoughts. Mine are filled with her. The way the scent of roses reminds
of her, the way she’s playing with my nipple, the way she fills
with a needy urge to make her mine, and the way I just can’t seem to shake her off my mind lately.
I’m a ticking ti bomb, and I don’t know when I’ll explode. It could be any day from now, and I hope that the day I explode will be the right ti and place. I hope I won’t burn whatever we have and push her away. I’m in too deep to have her rejecting
now.
Iris is like quicksand. I stepped on it without thinking things through even though I knew what it was, and before I knew it, my whole body was deep inside it. I can’t escape because it’s too sticky, and I love the feeling of it. I don’t want to swim out of it, and I definitely don’t want so motherfucker pulling
out.
This feels like ho. It’s everything I want in one person, everything I desire.
Stroking her bare skin and pulling her closer, Iris shifts until she’s on top of , naked body on mine. I want this to last forever, but that forever isn’t guaranteed yet, and the reality of that is starting to sink in even though we’re about to open a new Chapter to whatever we have.
"Aren’t I heavy?" Cos her drowsy voice. She’s getting sleepy.
"No, you’re just the perfect weight for ."
Andtheperfectwomanfor.
Her hands lazily drop to the sides and she smiles in her sleep. "Hehe, I think you’re perfect for
too."
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