Chapter 341: If We Keep Going

Rechelle tried to defend herself.

The words came out messy~half-formed excuses about sleep, about fear, about how none of this had to mean anything. Then she met his eyes and the whole thing fell apart.

Lucas was smiling. Quiet. Amused. Watching the heat climb her face like he already knew every excuse she’d tried to build.

She gave up.

She rolled onto her side, giving him her back~the soft dip of her waist, the full curve of her ass under the thin nightgown. If she couldn’t control her face, she could at least stop him from watching it.

Lucas only smiled again and closed his eyes. No pressure. No questions. Just that same calm acceptance that made the room feel smaller.

Rechelle lay still. His breathing stayed steady behind her. The house was quiet. For a while she thought it might be enough.

It wasn’t.

Sleep still wouldn’t come.

She turned back slowly.

Lucas looked unfairly peaceful in the low light. Mouth relaxed. Dark lashes against his skin. Something in her chest pulled tight just from looking at him.

Her hand moved before she fully decided to let it.

Fingers slipped into his hair, gentle at first, then slower, stroking over his scalp. The only solid thing left from the night.

It felt better than it should have.

Lucas felt the touch in his sleep first~warm fingers dragging softly through his hair. His body took it in before his mind caught up. When his eyes opened, Rechelle was already close, hand still in his hair, expression unguarded in a way she hadn’t shown him before.

She froze for half a second.

Then she closed the distance herself.

The first kiss was careful. A soft press of her mouth to his, almost testing. Lucas stayed still for a breath. Then he answered~slow, gentle, lips parting just enough to deepen it without rushing. Soft. Romantic. Like he was tasting her instead of taking her.

Rechelle’s eyes shut.

She shifted higher against him until the soft weight of her breasts pressed into his bare chest through the nightgown. Her body settled over his, warm and full. His hands found her ass on instinct, gripping firm, fingers sinking into soft flesh while their mouths stayed locked in that same unhurried rhythm.

A small sound slipped out of her into the kiss.

She straddled him properly, knees on either side of his hips, weight settling over his stomach and the hard line of his cock under the boxers. There was no hiding it now. She could feel him. He could feel every shift of her body as she leaned down and kissed him again~still soft, still slow, lips lingering.

Her hand slid lower.

She stroked him through the fabric first, slow up-and-down pulls along the thick shape of him. Then she pushed under the waistband and wrapped her palm around the bare heat of his cock. Hot. Heavy. Fully hard in her hand.

Lucas groaned into her mouth.

"Rechelle..."

"I know," she whispered against his lips, still stroking him. "I can feel how hard you are."

He pulled the front of her nightgown open. No bra. Her breasts spilled free~full, heavy, brown nipples already tight. Lucas filled both hands with them, squeezing the soft weight, thumbs rolling over the hard peaks while she kept working his cock.

"Fuck," he muttered, eyes on her chest. "These feel even better than they looked."

Rechelle’s breath broke as he played with her. She pushed into his palms, kissing him between small, uneven sounds~soft presses, lingering ones. His other hand slid down her back, caught the waist of her night shorts, and dragged them lower over the thick curve of her ass. The fabric slipped easily. Underneath she wore only a thin pair of panties that hid almost nothing~soft cheeks bare under his hand, the thin material already damp between her legs as she ground lightly against his thigh.

Lucas gripped her ass harder and pulled her tighter against him while her hand kept stroking him from base to tip.

"You’re soaked," he said roughly against her mouth.

Rechelle let out a shaky breath, forehead nearly touching his.

"Because of you," she whispered. "Don’t stop touching me."

She stroked him slower now, firmer, thumb brushing the wet head of his cock as her hips rolled once against his hand. Lucas squeezed one breast, then the other, mouth finding the side of her neck, then lower, until he could take one tight nipple between his lips and suck.

Rechelle’s fingers tightened around him.

"Lucas~"

"Hmm?"

"If you keep doing that," she breathed, voice already unsteady, "I’m not going to be able to pretend this was only about sleep."

He dragged his tongue over her nipple and looked up at her, still holding her ass in one hand and the soft weight of her breast in the other.

"Good," he said. "Stop pretending."

He kissed her again~soft, deep, unhurried~while his hand slipped between her thighs. Fingers found the damp heat of her through the thin panties, rubbing slow circles over her clit. Rechelle’s hips jerked. A quiet, broken sound left her throat.

Lucas pushed the fabric aside and slid two fingers into her. She was dripping. Hot and tight around him. He curled them just right and watched her face as her mouth fell open against his.

"Fuck... Lucas~"

"I’ve got you."

He worked her steadily, thumb still circling her clit while his fingers stroked inside her. Rechelle’s hand never stopped on his cock~slick now, stroking him in the same rhythm he was using on her. Their kisses stayed soft even as her breathing turned ragged. Soft presses. Soft pulls of her lower lip. Soft little sounds shared between open mouths.

She was getting close. He could feel it in the way her walls fluttered around his fingers, in the way her strokes on his cock turned uneven. Lucas groaned into her mouth and thrust up into her fist, hips restless.

Rechelle suddenly pulled back just enough to look at him, eyes dark, lips swollen from kissing.

Her hand slowed on his cock but didn’t stop. His fingers stayed buried inside her, still moving.