“I don’t know... I don’t know anything more than what I told... you... wow... don’t stop...”
She gripped him. Hard. “You shouldn’t have come back.” She pulled away and reached for his belt. If it had to be a charade for him, she was going to enjoy the hell out of it. He didn’t have to love her, but Katie had been right about her loving him. Needing him. She fumbled with the buckle, pulling so hard to release the belt that she nearly toppled them both, but he grabbed her cheeks and lifted her, planting her on the credenza. That motion helped as she tore at the button of his pants.
“I’m not going to let you get killed.” His hands skimmed her sides from her waist, moving under her bra, freeing her breasts into fingertips that tormented and teased.
“I told you, Benny would never kill me...” She leaned forward and popped the buttons on his shirt. She heard a small clattering sound as something landed somewhere out of sight. In a moment he was free, unclothed, and lying magnificently large in her hand.
“He’s...”
Whatever it was got lost as he yanked on her jeans, barely opening them in his enthusiasm to get them off her and having to struggle to get them past her hips. The moment seemed oddly comical and she stopped suddenly in her twisting and gyrating to get free, and just looked at him. He met her gaze, concerned. Dark with passion. And for a moment they just stood, staring at each other. Conversation spent, frantic groping suspended, he hovered between her legs, his tip at the glistening opening of her sex. They locked eyes and just... looked at each other.
Then, as if by some unspoken signal, he slid into her, pressing softly, firmly, as though time had stopped as his sex touched hers and only now began to restart in hesitation and slow penetration. He filled her; she wrapped the other leg around his waist and pulled him in. Time began to find the rhythm again.
He pressed into her fully. By the time he was as deep as he could go, and the wonder of his hardness filled her, deliciously stuffing her senses, time sped up to catch up. He pulled out and slammed back in, running through her folds, his thrusts gaining speed, slamming into her until the credenza danced beneath them. A lamp jumped and fell, rolling back and forth on the surface of the table; knickknacks lost their careful placements and tried to change positions, jumping and cavorting as he took her, as she absorbed him.
His hands were on her breasts; she couldn’t even tell anymore if he was under the shirt or he’d torn it off. It didn’t matter, and she no longer cared. All Dani knew was that he was taking her, that she was feeling him, even if he was driven by lust and vengeance. Maybe she was driven by love, though she hesitated to call it that right now, when everything was so wondrous and amazing. Maybe knowing they could both die tomorrow made everything sharper, more bittersweet. But she had tears in her eyes as the orgasm tore through her, sending the lamp finally from the table, and scattering the small pieces of oddments to the winds.
She cried out, grabbing him hard, her nails in his back, her body clamping down on his, trying to imprison the thickness within her, but she was too wet, he was too strong, and he powered through her orgasm as she trembled and shook. It didn’t stop. This time, the orgasm didn’t stop. It rolled over her and consumed her, and he kept thrusting, using, demanding, and the climax refused to end.
He groaned and arched, and grabbed her breasts as his own orgasm came over him, and the waves of pleasure and lust running through her milked him, pulling from him all his seed, his need and his lust for her. Her legs contracted on their own, pressing him deeper as he came. His hands found the perfect painful squeeze against her breasts, and for a moment the room darkened and began to fade, and then the raging storm broke and she convulsed into his chest, her body jerking and her breath coming back.
He collapsed against her then, out of breath and shaking, and she realized just how tired he was. What had he gone through today, that had taken him from her and then back to her? As he lifted his head their eyes met, and she saw with a certain wonder that he truly was worried about her. No... afraid. As if she would disappear if he took his eyes off her. In shy wonder she raised a hand and touched his cheek, her own chest rising and falling rapidly as she sought to catch her own breath.
“Luke...”
But she didn’t know what to say. He leaned forward, kissing her once, his lips tender upon hers, allowing for a moment to think that maybe he did love her and that this wasn’t all for show. But when he drew back, there was a remoteness to him already that let her know she was losing him, that he was already fading from her world.
When he pulled out of her, the friction of his softening cock sliding out caused another mini-aftershock. It was enough to take the last of the little chessmen off the surface, a pawn, sending it hurling to the carpet to languish with its fellows; she shuddered and laughed, and tried to find something witty to say about scattered chess pieces, or the havoc that he’d caused.
That he still caused when he looked at her that way. In the way that her heart gave a funny thump when he touched her hair before stepping backwards, away from her.
So it was that Dani found herself half-naked in the library, unable to move for the tremors that ran through her body.
He pulled up his pants and came back to her, zipping up as he approached. He held her in his arms, brought his mouth to her neck and buried it there, kissing, suckling, licking the sweat he’d caused and holding her tightly. His left hand slipped to her bare ass, and he held her against him as she spasmed once more and her breath finally caught with a certain embarrassment that she was still so aroused, and he was... already quite done.
Especially when he spoke.
“Help me get into the office,” he whispered in her ear.
Dani fell against him in that embrace. You have such a way with words, Luke. A veritable chatterbox.
At the same time, who did she have to be mad at other than herself? He might have come back because she was in danger but it didn’t necessarily mean anything, did it? A man didn’t go into law enforcement, unless he had a strong desire to serve and protect. How much more did a federal agent want to change the world? He wasn’t about to leave any civilian in danger, end of story. Here she stood, her body aching with what had to be some of the best sex she’d had in her life, and she was standing there suppressing hysterical giggles as she tried to imagine how the conversation would go with her friends from here, if they could see her now.