“Don’t close your eyes,” he whispers hotly onto my mouth, and then suddenly I feel the palms of his hands pressing on the insides of my thighs, pushing my legs farther apart and toward me and repositioning himself without ever pulling out.
“Tell me you want me,” he says in a low, rumbling voice that demands an instant response. “Tell me. I want to hear your voice.”
“I do want you, Luke,” I whisper, my voice shuddering, my lips parted, sucking in the warm air between us. “I want every part of you. Every inch of you.” I gasp when he thrusts against me once more, hard. And he stops and holds himself there again, deep inside.
His lips move against mine urgently, aggressively, the vibration of his voice moving through me in a rumbling, hot growl. Each time his hips rock against mine, it’s rougher than the last, more determined than the time before it, sending my mind into blissful oblivion. Claiming me that much more. I belong to him. We belong to each other.
He presses his solid chest against my breasts. My eyes slam shut of their own accord as he rocks in and out of me so hard and so deeply that I lose my breath once more. My senses. My self-control. My thoughts. I wind my fingers through his hair, pulling and gripping with no regard for how much it might hurt him. I know it doesn’t. It only makes him fuck me harder.
Arcing my neck on the pillow, my mouth open, my lungs and heartbeat frozen somewhere inside of me where I can’t feel anymore, I feel a growing fiery, tingling sensation between my legs, spreading outward through my thighs.
“Oh my God … Luke—” My own body cuts off my words.
“I’ll only come after you come,” he says, rocking against me.
This can’t be real … can it? This has never happ—
Just as that thought enters my mind, a tiny explosion goes off inside my belly, heat spreading throughout my hips and thighs and down into my toes. I moan his name, digging my fingertips into his back. My legs tremble and shake as they tighten around his body, and I feel myself contracting around him, over and over, and I feel like I’m inches from passing out.
Luke pulls out and comes hard, and I reach down and help him, collapsing my hand around his. His sweating body trembles atop mine. His kiss is deep and forceful, the heat of his tongue tangling around my own. He moans into my mouth, pinning me against the mattress with one arm.
With my eyes closed, I feel his lips kiss mine more softly now. Tenderly, as if I’m too delicate to be rough with, too important to him not to be cherished.
My eyelids break apart slowly and I gaze up into his eyes.
I smile softly and he does too.
“What?” he asks, his gaze searching my face. “Why are you blushing?” He pecks my lips.
Reaching up with one hand, I trace the pad of my thumb across his bottom lip. “Oh nothing,” I say mysteriously. “It’s just that … Well, never mind.”
He pecks my lips again. “No, tell me,” he urges, tugging on my bottom lip with his teeth. “What is it?”
When he lifts his head, my eyes veer away from his for a moment.
“Well, I don’t want to bring up my past … you know … experiences, right now of all moments, but—”
A sexy, devilish grin spreads across his face. “Just say it. It’s all right.”
After a moment, I say, “I’ve just never been able to orgasm that way.”
Luke chuckles lightly, plants kisses all over my cheeks and forehead, and then lies down next to me, pulling me closer. I can feel his heart still beating erratically against my shoulder.
“I’m serious,” I say, and I’m telling him the truth. “It’s always been fingers or oral for me.”
His arm tightens around my body. “Well, I can do that for you too, if you want.” A shiver moves up my spine and into my neck as his fingers brush along the bare skin on my waist and down over my belly.
Then his hand moves down. Farther. Farther.
“No, not yet,” I say with light laughter, stopping his hand before there’s no turning back. “I need to recuperate first.”