His tongue found me then, and I shuddered at the feeling of him licking and sucking. He slid two of his fingers into me, and I felt a lighter orgasm fall from me. This one brought tears to my eyes as his fingers pumped and curled and his tongue licked and tasted. My hands fisted in his hair and even though it felt like I couldn’t take anymore, I also didn’t want to stop.
“Lukas,” I breathed.
I whined his name.
I groaned his name.
And it wasn’t until he was sitting up on his knees between my legs, with his fingers pumping and curling deep inside me at a ferociously fast pace, and I was coming again in a hard, fast, blinding-bright light that I moaned his name.
When he bent down to lick up my release, my whole body jerked at the sensation. Overly sensitive and overstimulated I needed a minute. Just a minute. I looked up at him under hooded lids and gave him a lazy grin.
“Like I said, fucking ego.”
He grinned.
“Do you need another minute, or are you ready for me to fuck you again?” he asked, and my eyes fell to where he was slowly pumping his still hard length.
I let my legs fall open, and that was all the invitation he needed. I thought he would just resume the position we had been in, but he moved to sit against the headboard, and thendragged my satiated and languid body onto his lap. I straddled his thick cock and felt it slowly push into me as he gently pushed my hips down. I gasped and he stole it with a kiss. He felt so much bigger like this, hitting deeper, feeling like he stretched me fuller.
“Just lean against me,” he whispered.
I let my cheek fall against his shoulder, as he took control of my hips and started moving me. I pressed my lips to his neck to keep the groan from falling from my lips. He ground me against him, the feeling of his pubic bone again my clit was bordering ontoo much.
“I can’t,” I moaned, my voice barely audible. “I can’t come again.”
“Do you want me to stop? Tell me and I will,” he said, pausing his movements.
I think I might have growled.
Lukas chuckled and then he was moving my hips faster, grounding harder. His own hips had started an upwards thrust and stars were blooming across my vision.
I could feel the heat blooming, the edge rushing towards me and my body took over, wrenching control away from his hands as I started to alternate between bouncing up and down his length in time with his upward thrusts, grinding and rolling my hips.
“Shit, Aimee.”
My hands were on his shoulders, anchoring me. His hands trailed up my sides and around my back, until one of his hands found my loose hair and twisted a handful into his grip. And then he tugged, forcing my head back. His lips trailed down my throat in little nips and licks. And then, he sucked a nipple into his mouth with a hard drag. His thrusts became utterly erratic and I could barely breathe as everything came to a white hotpinprick of blinding light as I came crashing down hard in a cry and tremors as he seated himself deep with a groan.
It took a few moments to come down from the high—to come back to some semblance of self. He was still twitching inside of me, his face pressed into my chest as he heaved breaths. My whole body felt jittery and weak and it was the best feeling in the world. He was all sweat slicked and warm under me, and I always wanted to find myself here, wrapped in him. He leaned back and stared at me. He reached up with a trembling hand and brushed sweat-soaked hair off my face.
“Holy shit,” he said.
A laugh bubbled out of me, and then more fell from my lips. He grinned and couldn’t stop a laugh from falling from his either. He leaned up to kiss me, and I sighed against him.
“I feel like that wasn’t laugh worthy, but praise worthy.”
I felt him slip out of me as he lifted me off his lap.
“If you need words to tell you how fucking amazing that was…” I said.
“Words inflate my ego, so yes.”
“Well then, you’re going to have to wait until my brain comes back online,” I said.
“Well, I clearly didn’t fuck the sass out of you,” he tsked.
I laughed again and rolled to my side. I watched as he stood up and walked towards the bathroom.
“I’m going to go take care of this, and then you—so don’t move,” he said, pointing at his still wrapped dick.
