She was soft looking, and her breasts were enough to fill my hands—the perfect size. I knew that one of the reasons she had been nervous about being naked was the fact that she didn’t look the way she used to, and the scar on her knee bothered her. I saw someone who had been through one of the worst things imaginable and was finding a way to live again.
“Lie back, pretty girl,” I said, my voice a bit lower, a bit rougher.
My cocked ached to the point of pain, and I didn’t think I was going to last very long. I watched as she scooted back on the bed, before I turned around and grabbed a few condoms from a dresser drawer.
“So many.”
It wasn’t a question.
“Better safe than sorry. I don’t plan on letting you out of this room anytime soon.”
It was just before midnight, so we had plenty of time to play.
CHAPTER 30
aimee
I watchedhim tear open the foil packet and roll it onto his hard length.
It would have been fun to taste him again, but we had time for that later. Maybe round three through five—Lukas had enough condoms to last at least eight times. I shivered at the thought.
“Cold?” he asked as he ran his hands up my calves, squeezing and back down to my ankles.
He repeated this movement a few times and I squirmed under his touch. Every part of me was overly sensitive and Lukas knew it. He was teasing, and I both loved and hated it.
“Just wondering what was taking you so long,” I said, knowing full well what my words would bring out in him.
I bit my lip and tried not to smile as his eyes heated and darkened. His hands stilled, squeezed and pressed my legs open wider. He bent over and pressed a kiss to my hip, and then on my clit and I gasped. Then, he crawled onto the bed. I could feel the cool air that was lost between us as he situated himself. His hands moved up until they were at the top of my thighs. His thumb brushed over my clit and I gasped and arched at the sensation.
His thumb brushed a barely there touch, and I whined.
“You’re going to be a good girl and tell me what feels good, right?”
“Y-yes,” I stammered out as my breath caught at another brush.
Heat had pooled low in my stomach, and my core clenched at nothing, and I wasn’t sure how long I’d last once he was in me. I could feel my orgasm building, teeteringso closeto that edge already. My breaths were high and quick and I felt like a tether ready to snap.
“Please, Lukas,” I breathed.
I felt the tip of him against me.
I wiggled and shifted my hips to try and find the friction I craved—the friction my body was demanding.
His hands moved from my thighs and up my sides, stopping at my breasts. His stupid thumbs brushed over my nipples
I whined again, long and low. “I swear to God, Lukas Fraiser. If you don’t fuck me right now?—”
Suddenly his hands were gone, and I was sucking in a sharp gasp as he pushed his way inside. My breath caught in my throat as he slowly pressed in, filling me. The stretch was…a lot…and a little painful. Tears burned in the corners of my eyes at the sensation. It didn’t hurt, but it was foreign.
“Thoughts, Aimee,” Lukas gently reminded me as his hips shifted slightly.
I put a hand on his stomach and he stilled. I sucked in a breath.
“Wait…wait a moment.” My chest heaved with each word.
He stilled, his whole body locking up.
I wasn’t sure when I’d shut my eyes, but I breathed through the sensation, the feeling. I shifted my hips, and he slipped in a little further. The burn was starting to lessen, so I moved again.
