“Aimee, sweetheart, I need words,” Lukas said.
“I’m…okay.”
“That wasn’t very reassuring,” he said, his tone a bit flat. “Look at me. Show me those pretty eyes.”
I opened them and his gaze locked onto mine.
“Thoughts.”
I shifted again and the uncomfortableness was quickly dissipating. Every time I moved, a sweet pressure started up and I could feel that edge coming closer.
“Move,” I breathed, needing and desperate and not wanting to wait any longer.
“Aimee—”
I tried rolling my hips—a move I’d read about in my books for years, and it cut Lukas off mid-sentence. It was his turn to groan, and then he moved. He pulled back, and the feeling of fullness fled with him, and then he was seated back within me, and I gasped. He hit deeper and there was a brief moment of that uncomfortableness again, before that lovely deep pressure and friction replaced it, and I melted.
I gasped my breaths as Lukas pistoned his hips back and forth, and drew his length in and out of me. I clawed and scraped at him, pulling him down on top of me, my arms locking around his neck. And then, my fingers were trailing up his back in claws and then getting lost in his hair while his lips trailed along any skin he could reach. One of his hands had slipped between us and rubbed small, tight circles over my clit until I was an incoherent mess. His other hand was tangled in my hair and he tugged, angling my head until his mouth could claim mine. He never stopped moving as he devoured me, his tongue sweeping into my mouth claiming every part of me.
And then he was sitting up, pulling my hips tighter to his, lifting my ass onto the tops of his thighs.
“OhmyGod,” I breathed as he hit a new spot inside.
“Fuck,” he groaned. “Fuck.”
“Lukas,” I gasped.
“Fuck,”he surged, hitting deep and hard.
I cried out as that edge I’d been teetering on since the ice rink dropped out from under me and I fell…hard.
My body tensed, everything clenched, and I squeezed my eyes shut as my mouth dropped open in a low moan. I vaguely felt my body trembling, but it felt distant, like I was outside of myself. And then, Lukas was leaning over me. He pressed soft, feather light kisses over my face. He was still buried inside of me, not moving, but just the feeling of him inside was enough to make the tremors continue.
Nothing had ever felt like that before.
“Open your eyes, pretty girl,” he whispered against my lips.
My eyelids fluttered open. I met his gaze with a lazy, satisfied grin and he smirked. He knew.
“I’ve never come so hard in my life.”
“You’re going to inflate my ego to dangerous levels with that kind of talk,” he said.
“I don’t think your ego could get any bigger,” I said, and that smirk got a little darker, a little more heated.
I felt him shift in me as Lukas rolled his hips slowly, pressing in deeper—a feat I didn’t know was possible.
“I bet I can have you screaming my name and begging,” he said as he pumped in and out slowly.
I bit my lip and tried to match his movements, but his hands stilled me. He held me in place as he took his time, steadily driving me back towards that peak.
“Ibet, I can make you come…right…” He leaned back over, his chest meeting mine while reaching back to wrap my legs around him.
He was seated so deep, and was barely pulling out before pounding back in. His hand was back on my clit, rubbing,pinching, and circling. My breaths were short gasps, and it felt like blackness was edging in on my vision.
"Now.”
Again, my whole body seized and then trembled as I tumbled over the edge on his command. He kept circling my clit, and then suddenly he slipped out of me, and I whined, but then Lukas’ face was level with my pussy. His fingers were still on me, and my leg was trembling almost uncontrollably.
