Only he can touch me the way he does and make my skin sing the way it does.
It’s intoxicating.
“Damn right.” He slaps me again and hitches my leg up around his thigh, but he’s too tall to rub his cock against my center.
“Lift me,” I beg.
“Oh, I will. Patience, beautiful.”
That glorious hand of his slips behind me again, over my now warm ass, and down between my folds. He slips a finger inside me and moves it in a circular motion, sending me spiraling in sensation.
“Luke! Please!” I’m pulling my wrists against his hand to no avail. I want to touch him! I want him inside me!
“What do you want baby?” He croons to me as he assaults my * in the most delicious way.
“You. Please.” I whisper this against his neck.
“You’ll have me. Be patient, my love.
I’m
making
you
forget,
remember?”
“I don’t remember my own fucking name right now.”
He laughs and kisses me sweetly.
“I’m going to let go of your hands now.
Put them on your head.”
“What?” He’s not making any sense.
“Just put them on your head.”
“I want to touch you.” I pout and he bites my lower lip.
“Not yet. Trust me.”
He releases my hands and I lower them to my head, weaving my fingers together and lean my head back on the wall.
“Good. Don’t move your hands, baby.”
“Okay,” I whisper.
He continues to kiss my face and neck, gently bites my earlobe and then heads south.
And I know exactly what he’s going to do.
“Fuck.” I look down at him as he kisses his way down to my breasts, pulling the nipples into his mouth. My breathing is ragged and blood is rushing though my body on hyperdrive.
I’ve never been so turned on in my life.
“Easy, baby. I’ve got you.”
As he kneels to the floor, he hitches my right leg around his shoulder and wraps his arms around me, supporting me on his forearms and gripping my ass in his large hands.
“I’m going to fall.”
“I won’t let you fall.” He kisses my belly piercing, and then places three sweet kisses on my tattoo.
Without thinking, I lower a hand and run my fingers through his hair, but he jerks his head away and glares at me.
“On. Your. Head.”
Oh.
“I want to touch you.”
“Later. Come on baby, play along.”
“Okay.” My hand goes back on my head and without hesitation, his lips wrap around my clitoris and he sucks.
Holy fucking shit!
“Fuck!” My hips push against his mouth and he pulls back slightly to move down to my lips where he kisses me intimately, running his tongue up and down and around me, teasing me. He nibbles gently, and then buries his tongue inside me while inhaling my scent.
I can’t take my eyes off of him.
Seeing his mouth on me is the most erotic thing I’ve ever witnessed.
His hands are kneading my ass. His right hand, still supporting my weight, slides closer to my center. He dips his littlest finger in my wet core and flexes it and pulls it out and as his mouth resumes its delicious torture, he slips that little finger right… there.
His molten blue eyes are looking up at my face. I’m so overwhelmed with sensation it’s weakening. That finger is moving slowly in and out and the feeling is unimaginable. It makes me feel just a little dirty and wanton and oh so hot.
His presses his nose on my clitoris and it’s all over. He’s pushing all my buttons – literally – and I fall apart, shuddering and pulsating, coming over and over. It just doesn’t seem like it’ll ever stop.
He pulls his pinkie out of me and kisses up my pubis, my belly, over my breasts and finally, my lips. He’s pinned me against the wall again with his body because without him, I would collapse onto the floor.
“Please,” I mewl, not recognizing my own voice.
“Anything, baby.”
“Fuck me.” His gaze finds mine and it darkens.
“I just did,” he murmurs against my mouth, brushing his lips back and forth.
He grips my hands in his again and holds them over my head.
“Fuck me on that bed.” I kiss him.
“Please.”
He holds me against his chest and twirls us across the short floor to the bed. He tears the duvet away from the sheets and guides me down onto it.
“On your stomach, baby.”
I roll over flat on my stomach and he’s suddenly covering me, his hard cock pressing against my buttocks, his chest hair tickling my back. He kisses the very center of my neck and follows my spine down, paying extra attention to the tattoo in the center of my back.
“Why does it say ‘Love Deeply’?” he asks.
“What?”
“Why this tattoo?”
I have to blink and pull some brain cells back together to answer his question.
“Because that’s what I always wanted, to love and be loved deeply.”
He nuzzles the tattoo with his nose.
“You are, Nat.”
“I know.”
I feel his smile as he resumes his journey down my back. He kisses my butt, one cheek at a time and then sweeps his lips across the tattoo on my right thigh, under my buttock.
“And this one? Why does it say ‘Happiness Is A Journey’?”
“Because it was a long journey to travel for me to be happy again.”
“Oh, baby.” He parts my legs with his own and runs a finger from my anus down to the clitoris, making me angle my behind off the bed and into the air.
“Ah, Luke.”
He grips my hips and slides into me, burying himself inside me as far as he can.
It’s glorious. I feel full and happy and sexy and so loved.
He slaps the cheek that was ignored when he had me pinned against the wall, and starts to move in and out of me, slamming into me hard, over and over.
I grip the sheets in my fists and cry out as I feel the familiar pull of the muscles around his cock and my legs clench. He grips my hips, almost painfully, as he slams into me once more and comes violently, erupting inside me.
Chapter Twenty-Three