Placing my palm on his pectoral, I sweep my fingers over his nipple and feel it harden beneath my fingers. I let my hand wander down over his abdominals to the line of dark hair that starts at his navel and ends, well, at his Maglite.
While I’m doing that, his mouth and tongue are doing magical things to my mouth, neck, and now my breasts. He’s good at all of this. With practice, I think I could be good too.
“You gonna touch me, Foxy?” he asks, skimming his own hands over my body.
Deciding not to answer with words, I wrap my hand around him and marvel at the feel of it. He’s hard, but the skin around his shaft is soft. It makes no sense.
“Like this.” Lucky wraps his hand around mine and proceeds to show me how to touch him. Our hands move up and down together. “Yeah, honey.” Lucky’s starting to pant, and I like it.
Placing pressure around him, I pump up and down once more. “You like that?” I know he does.
“Fuck. Yes.”
Getting a rhythm, I’m fixated on watching his face and body react while also paying close attention to his penis. Liquid is seeping out of the tip. I know people lick that. I’ve read about it. I’m not ready to do that, though. He doesn’t give me a chance, anyway, because before I know it, I’m pushed onto my back and he’s above me. “Can’t wait. You sure about this, love?”
“I’m sure.” Am I, though? Really?
Our eyes meet, and I see two things in his. Confidence and love. Yes. I see love in his eyes. “I’m sure.”
Lucky reaches over and dips his hand into the nightstand drawer again, retrieving a condom. We talked about birth control and being tested one other time. “I’m on the pill,” I remind him. I’d explained that it was for my cycle. He wasn’t surprised. He said he’d heard that before. I was surprised he was so easy to talk to about it. Having grown up with Joe, I know how to word anything about my period so he wouldn’t get all weirded out. “Cycle” is one word Joe can handle.
“I’ve never gone without before.” Lucky’s giving this some thought.
“It’s okay if you’re not comfortable….”
“I am, though. With you, I’m comfortable.” We gaze at one another.
Lucky tosses the condom somewhere to my right. The next few minutes are filled with sensations I’ll never forget. He uses his hands, his mouth, and his body to bring me to the brink of another orgasm. When his finger circles my clitoris, I feel the telltale signs of my release, but he stops before I get there. Instead, he places his, well, his Maglite at my entrance. “I’m afraid this may hurt, Becklyn.”
“I know. It’s okay. I’m ready, Lucky.”
“I’ll go slow. Yeah?”
“Yeah.”
I try to keep my eyes open, but when I close them, the feeling of him entering me is heightened. He’s big, and he’s filling me. Opening my eyes, I look down at us. “How much more needs to fit in there?”
I realize how ridiculous my question is and start to laugh. It can’t be helped.
Lucky’s expression starts off as fierce but quickly turns into the opposite. “Shit, Foxy.” He chuckles. “To answer your question, all of ‘it’willfit in there.”
“Whoa.” I glance down at us again. “There’s no way…”
Lucky loses it then. He throws his head back and laughs so loud and so deep it starts me going again. “What?” I ask between gales of laughter. Tears are dripping down my cheeks then down onto the pillow behind me.
“Woman,” he says, shaking his head. “You’re going to be the death of me.”
“Sorry.”
One second later, Lucky presses in a little more, which stops my laughter because stuff is getting real.
“You okay, honey?”
“Yeah.” I want to tell him to just go for it, but I’m scared.
He’s wincing as he says, “Not much further.”
I smirk at his words, but when he presses deeper, pain shoots through my pelvis. “Oh, wow. Ouch.”
