Page 36 of Searching for Sadie (Mystic Falls #5)

SADIE

A s they climbed the stairs some of the doubts started to creep back in. She found herself thinking that she wished he was the one in front because he was probably staring at her big round ass, even though he'd done nothing but love her big round ass.

By the time they made it all the way up to his room she still wanted to do this, but some of her confidence had withered away.

When she walked into his bedroom the lamp on the side of his bed was on. As crossed over to that side of the bed she switched off the light leaving them in darkness.

"Oh Songbird, that's not going to do," he said in a low voice as she switched on the light on his side.

"What are you doing?" she asked.

"Come here," he said as he moved to sit at the foot of the bed.

She gave him a questioning look, but as he reached his hand out, she took and allowed herself to be pulled to the end of the bed until she was positioned between his legs facing him.

He cupped her face and kissed her. "Sadie, you are beautiful. You know that, right?"

Why was he doing this? This wasn’t what she wanted. She wanted to forget how the show has made her feel, not talk about it. But he seemed to have a different idea. He took her chin in his hand and made her look him in the eyes. The vulnerability of it all made her want to run.

The next thing she knew he was kissing her, and yes, this is what she wanted.

He was pressing slow kisses to her neck as he slid her shorts down her legs.

Then his hands slowly trailed back up her legs and started to push her shirt up as his hands trailed over the dips and curves of her waist. His mouth left the column of her throat just long enough to slip her shirt over her head.

He trails kisses along her collar bone as he undid her bra, kissing each shoulder and he slips it from her shoulders.

Then he did something she wasn't expecting. He turned her to face the mirror. There in the reflection above his dresser was her naked body covered only scarcely by his arms wrapped around her.

She tried to turn back, but he wasn't having it.

"What do you see?" he asked quietly.

"Lucas..."

"No, Songbird. What do you see? Because all I see is perfection."

"Perfection?" she said with a huff.

"Yes. Perfection." he said firmly.

"I'll tell you what I want to see," he said before he pressed another kiss to the top of her shoulder.

When she looked in the mirror, she saw herself, and in this moment, it wasn't what she wanted to see.

There were times she could ignore the stretch marks that lined her belly and hips, she could ignore the way her belly hung in a way she didn't like, she could ignore the way her full breasts hung.

There was nothing perky about her. While it wasn't necessarily something she loved about herself, it didn't usually bother her.

It was her body. It gave her the same pleasure and pain as everyone else.

The shame that was there when she looked in the mirror was an old enemy, one she thought she had conquered, but after hearing how unattractive she was for weeks on end, it was louder than ever.

She quickly looked away, looking down at her feet, fighting the urge to put her clothes back on and run.

"Look," Lucas encouraged.

"I don't want to," she muttered.

"Look at yourself, please."

Somehow, she managed to drag her gaze back up to the mirror, but instead of looking at her body her eyes connected with Lucas's.

"Let me tell you what I see."

She leaned into him as his arms wrapped around her waist.

"I see a beautiful woman."

Sadie rolled her eyes.

"Don't do that. I mean it. You are beautiful. You have eyes I could get lost in and a smile that lights up the whole room."

"Yeah, I got a pretty face," she said, dismissing him.

"Are you kidding me? Look at you! You're the whole fucking package."

And finally, she took herself in, her flaws were still there.

"These soft thighs, they were made to go around my head. And don't get me started on this round ass," he said as he pushed her away from him slightly so he could take it in. "I could just take a bite out of it."

A small smile began to tug at the corner of her mouth.

"And these arms," he said as he traced his fingers up and down her arms. "I just want them wrapped around me all the time.

And of course, I could write sonnets about these perfect tits.

" He cupped her breasts and the sight of her full breast spilling out of his hands in the mirror was kind of hot, even she had to admit that.

Then his hands moved lower, and her eyes flew back to his in the mirror as she tried to move out of his grasp, but he held her tighter. "And this belly is soft and wonderful. I just want to squeeze it. There is not one part of you I don't find sexy."

She looked at herself again, while she might not find it sexy, she believed he did. And that was enough for now.

"I'm attracted to you. Period. I'm so enamored with who you are as a person, you're beautiful inside and out. But the outside..." his eyes connected with hers in the mirror. "The outside is a fucking masterpiece."

His gaze traveled up and down her body but this time the shame was gone. She felt beautiful.

She turned in his arms facing him. Her heart stammered as she looked into his eyes. She was falling in love with him, and if she wasn't mistaken, he was falling too.

She cupped his face as his hands slid down her body cupping her ass. They gazed at each other silently acknowledging the important moment happening between them.

Then she bent her head and kissed him. This kiss was different from any of the other kisses they'd shared. This was a kiss to build something important on. This was a kiss that said I choose you; I want you and only you.

Then he did something she wasn't expecting, he turned her back around.

"I need you to see what I see," he said as he dragged his hand from her breasts down over her stomach. He moved her slightly, putting one of his knees between her thighs, spreading them wide. His hand trailed down to the juncture of her thighs before covering her pussy with his hand.

"Because I really fucking like what I see," he said as he dipped a finger into her core making her moan.

Her mouth and her head fell back as his fingers came up and circled her clit. "Keep watching."

His hand dipped low again pushing in two fingers. "Oh, Lucas," she moaned as he pumped them in and out.

He kissed her neck as his fingers began to work tight circles over her clit. She continued to watch in the mirror as her hips started to circle looking for release. Lucas was right, this was hot. The sight of them in the mirror was turning her on. She'd never experienced anything like it before.

Lucas's other hand slid up and cupped her breast and rolled her nipple as he nipped at her neck. That sensation along with the sight of it all sent her over the edge. She leaned back, Lucas taking her whole weight as her orgasm ripped through her.

When the waves of pleasure ebbed, Lucas slid onto the bed pulling her with him.

"Fuck, Sadie. I need to be inside of you."

She straddled him and he lined himself up with her core and lowered herself onto his dick.

She looked deep into his eyes. Yes, she was falling for this wonderful man. She sank all the way down until she was seated fully on his dick. His fingertips sank into her holding her down as he thrust his hips getting even deeper inside of her.

"You're so beautiful," he said as he continued to move inside of her.

She was done taking it slow, she put her hand on his chest for balance and began to rock back and forth.

The feel of his cock slipping in as out of her as she ground her clit against his pelvis was already building another orgasm.

He continued to meet her rocks with thrusts until she couldn't take it anymore.

She let the waves of pleasure overtake her as he continued to work her.

When she was done, he wrapped an arm around her knee and flipped her to her back without ever leaving her body.

Wow, no one had ever done that before. But before she even had time to think about that he began thrusting in and out of her, chasing his own pleasure.

He groaned and bit her shoulder as his body tensed and he pulsed inside of her.

"Holy shit," he panted.

"Yeah," she panted back.

He rolled over and pulled her close and kissed her head. After a moment he went and got cleaned up and brought her a glass of water. "Do you need anything?"

"No, I just want you to hold me.”

A warm smile spread across his face. "It would be my absolute pleasure," he said, as they both got under the covers, and he held her close.

"Thank you," she said as he turned off his light.

"You never have to thank me. All I did was show you what I see.And what I see is perfection."

He kissed the top of her head as she settled in and drifted off to sleep.