Then he grabbed my knee, easing my legs open. He didn't crawl over me. Instead, Luke leaned in, pushing his other arm beneath my opposite thigh, and then his mouth kissed right across my pussy. I pushed myself up on my elbows to watch, and he moaned in approval, then kissed me there again. The next time, he used his tongue, sliding right between my folds, pressing as he sought my clit by feel.
My hips twitched when he found it, but I couldn't look away. The view of his muscular back, the top of that tight, round ass, and his arms bulging as he held me where he wanted? That was my aphrodisiac. I'd dreamed of this moment for years, and I would not miss a second of it.
He licked, he sucked, and it felt so good. Luke knew what he was doing. Lifting my leg, I hooked it over his shoulder, using my calf to pull him even closer. Obediently, he leaned in, giving me a view of every muscle flexing as he devoured my pussy. Just as my eyelids started to feel heavy and my hips wanted to buck, he pulled his arm between us.
I felt two fingers slide into my body, pushing in deep. He pumped his hand into me, pressing against my upper wall while he sucked at my clit, but when the tip of his tongue flicked over it, his fingers curled. So did my toes. Fuck, but that was amazing. I couldn't decide if I wanted to grab the back of his head, close my eyes, or keep watching.
"Yes," I panted.
So he did it again, then again until I finally gave in. My eyes closed, I let my head fall back, and I just took it. The sucks got harder, the thrusts of his hand deeper. The pressure in my body was at the breaking point, and I tried to hold off. I wanted this to last. I wanted to enjoy this man for as long as I could, but my body had other ideas.
The rush of pleasure hit me hard. My ass lifted off the bed, pressing me against his mouth, and I cried out as the climax hit. My fingers clawed at the blankets. My legs tensed around his shoulders, and I just rode him. I had no idea how long it lasted, and I didn't care. When the last wave finally faded, all I could do was flop back on the bed and try to catch my breath.
Luke stood, reaching over for that box of condoms. "Oh, I'm not done with you yet."
I just pulled myself toward the pillows to make room for him. "So sure I'm not going to be the one having my way with you?"
He opened the foil packet and began rolling on the condom, glancing over with a devious smile. "Pretty sure, sweetheart. I have every intention of pinning you down on that bed and making you scream like that again."
Then he crawled his way over to me. I hooked a leg around his thigh, more than willing to let him be on top. Luke knelt between my knees, sitting up to slide his hands down my legs, but his eyes made their way higher. I watched him inspect the tattoo across my stomach. His fingers toyed with the colors on my left thigh. For just a moment, he admired me before leaning in, aiming for my lips.
I kissed him back, reaching up to touch his chest. My palm slid over his pecs and our tongues slid against each other, but he wasn't rushing this. He wasn't trying to line himself up. Luke kissed me as if nothing else mattered. I loved the feel of his strong arms holding his weight off me. My hand moved to caress his bicep. My mouth dropped to his jaw, kissing my way toward his neck, but he moved to kiss my shoulder. Then lower, until his mouth found my breast. First, he sucked at one side, flicking his tongue across the sensitive peak inside his lips, and then he shifted to do the same to the other.
I pulled at him again, and this time, he listened. His kisses moved higher, back to my neck, and I felt his hips shift between my thighs. As he reached down, his eyes found mine. There was a hunger in them that couldn't be faked. I wanted to say something, but I couldn't think of the right words, and then I felt him angle himself to my opening. Slowly, he pressed in, but his eyes didn't close.
There was something so intimate about watching each other as he entered my body. I felt like he could see right through me. As if I had nothing left to hide. I wanted to look away, but I was too proud, and too entranced with the need in his gaze. He didn't look at my body. This man looked at me, and I felt like he saw everything.
I was used to showing my skin. I was comfortable with the inspections and criticism. This was different. Luke wasn't chasing a piece of ass. He wanted more. I felt him fill me, stretching me, and still couldn't tear my eyes away. Not until his hips pressed against mine, feeling so good that I had to lean my head back and just feel him.
"That's my girl," he breathed.
Then he began to rock. He was thick, and while I wouldn't admit it, it had been a while since I'd been with a man. That made it all feel even better, but the best part was him. This was my cowboy, my stupid daydream turned real, and he was even better than I'd hoped. He started slow, pumping in long, smooth strokes, and I pushed into each and every one.
He dropped to his elbow, his chest grinding against mine as he kept going. I felt his lips against the side of my neck. I could hear him breathing just a bit harder, but all I cared about was the sweet friction of our bodies rubbing together. Part of me wanted to show off, to prove to him that I wasn't a vanilla kind of girl, but this felt... different. Deeper.
Vulnerable.
He wasn't looking for a quick thrill. This man didn't want a wild piece of ass. He wanted me, and every touch of his body made that clear. He called me "his girl," and that felt like more than a shallow pet name. It felt like a claim, but I wasn't ready. I didn't need a man to complicate my life. I'd also waited far too long for this one.
I kissed his chest and wrapped my arms around his back, trying not to think about it. I just wanted to feel him. I wanted it to be him, right here, and right now. For just a moment, I wanted everything else to stop, and Luke was the drug I was using to forget. This amazing, beautiful man was all mine for this moment, and as he kept thrusting into me, I knew I was about to cross the most dangerous line.
I liked him, maybe too much. He felt good. He cared. This wasn't a dream or a foolish girl's fantasy. This was real, and the man slowly driving my body higher wasn't a pawn in my games. He wasn't a tool I could use and discard when I was tired of him. He was also an anchor to the one place I didn't want to be and wasn't sure I could ever leave.
He was the silver lining. He looked like temptation and felt like seduction. Lying beneath him, I had nothing left to hide, but I couldn't open my eyes. I couldn't look at the raw honesty in his gaze, so I took. I pumped my hips with each thrust, taking him a little deeper, chasing the feeling that made my heart stutter in my chest. Not just the orgasm, but something more. That feeling I'd had when he'd lifted me against his chest as a girl. The feeling of being wrapped in his arms, our bodies tangled together, and to know that someone would just take care of me for a moment.
Luke's hand moved to my thigh, lifting my hips a little more, and the next thrust was harder. "Violet," he breathed against my neck.
I moaned when he found the right angle, but nothing else. I could feel each flex of his back beneath my hands, each time faster than the one before. I was so close. So ready, and so tired of always being the strong one. Pressing my face against his neck, I decided to just stop caring. For just a moment, I could be his. I wanted this. I wanted him. I wanted some miracle to make all of my dreams work out, but right now, I just wanted him to not stop.
"Please," I breathed, the word meant to be in my head.
But he gave me everything. My bed creaked in protest. I could feel our bodies slide on the sheets each time he buried himself inside me, and then it hit. My legs tensed, my back arched, and my teeth found his shoulder to muffle my screams against his skin. Luke thrust again, his arm moving around my back to hold me, then again, riding me through the most intense orgasm I could remember. I heard him grunt, straining, and on the next deep thrust, he shuddered.
"Fuck," he groaned, finally losing control.
But I couldn't relax my arms for a moment. I couldn't make my legs let go. I just wanted to wrap myself up in him. My daydream come to life. My... hero. That was the feeling I couldn't describe. This man was my hero, and I kinda liked how that felt.
When we could both breathe again, he eased my shoulders back to the bed and slid out of my body. For a moment, I thought he was going to head right to the bathroom, but his eyes were scanning my face. Without a word, he made his way off the bed, walking naked to the bathroom. Something heavy hung in the air between us.
