He smiled wider and pushed his fingers inside me, pumping furiously. Pumping and stroking, giving me a pleasure-filled torture.
“Come for me.”
The breath fell from my lips as I let go and pressed my head back into the pillows so I could handle the scorching orgasm that tore at my insides.
I cried out, crying his name and panting.
“We’ll do that again later,” he promised. “Time to take you.”
I shuffled upright and pulled in a breath. “Not yet. I want to taste you too.”
I wanted to give him the same pleasure he gave me, and I hadn’t done that in weeks. We always got to the stage where I was too weak from the endless pleasure he gave me that I couldn’t move after.
His face lit up at my request and brightened even more when I moved to him. He stepped back, and I pushed his boxers down his legs, unleashing the length of his massive, thick cock.
I dropped to my knees and smoothed my fingers over the base of his shaft and stroked down the length. I couldn’t help but watch in fascination as his face contorted in pleasure. It fascinated me that I could make a man like him feel that way. He ran his fingers through my hair when I licked the fat head of his cock and took him deep into my mouth.
“Fuck, Amelia. I live for this.”
And I was eager to please him. I sucked and licked, working him as I bobbed my head up and down, licking him clean and tasting him. He blew out a ragged breath and panted, then held my head closer, so I could take him deeper.
His cock grew, straining toward me, aching for release. I felt it, but still I continued and sucked hard. The pained look on his face encouraged me to continue, and continue I did, giving my man pleasure and hopefully soothing his worries away.
I loved him with my mouth, and I loved the taste of him.
“I can’t… God… fuck.” He reached down and grabbed my arm.
I thought we would fall back onto the bed but instead, he moved with me to the wall and pushed me up against it. I managed to catch my breath before he lifted my leg and guided his cock into me. I was already ready for him, so my body welcomed him as he slid in. I wrapped my leg around him and slipped my arms around his neck, giving him better access to pound into me. But what was best about this position was the fact that we could kiss while we got lost in the fast rhythm of his pumps.
The assault of his lips on mine, the hard, rough strokes that rocked my body, the dark heat of passion that melted me.Everything.
I had everything, and in that moment, this was all I wanted. He was all that I wanted.
His thrusts increased to the usual pace I’d gotten used to with him, trapping me in the torment of ecstatic bliss as he rutted into me, the lean beauty of his hips thrashing against me.
Although I was filled with him and he gave me so much, I wanted more. My body begged for more, demanded more.
I relished the sounds of us echoing through the room. The sounds of our sweat-slicked bodies slapping against each other. The sounds of our moans and groans so loud and demanding. The sounds of my heart hammering in my chest.
Faster and faster he went, fucking me, riding me, and that was it. We both felt it. That relentless pull of the raw, primal need that consumed us. I had to wrap both my legs around his waist and grab on so hard to his shoulders that my fingernails dug into his skin and left a mark.
The orgasm that took me grabbed him too. I could feel it. He strained, then pounded home, bursting into me, and my body shuddered, bucking and thrashing against his as we shared the release.
“Luc!” I cried, unable to hold in the emotion.
He cupped my face and reclaimed my lips, soul-kissing me and crushing me to him. Kissing the world away from existence. It all faded away, and love flowed through me like warm honey.
* * *
It was a repeat of the day before, as if we were living the same day over again.
I lay in Luc’s arms relishing him, and he beamed down at me in adoration.
Neither of us wanted to leave the bed because leaving the room meant walking back into reality.
We’d stayed awake for most of the night, only getting the bare minimum sleep we needed. Then waking up to make love.
He sighed, and I watched the steady rise and fall of his powerful chest.
