His fingers lace into my hair, and he tilts my head back as he kisses me hard and deep. While his mouth works, so do his hands. He unbuttons my pants, and slowly, so damn slowly, he wraps his hands around to round over my ass as he slides my jeans down and off. They fall to the floor on their own, but Lucky’s hands remain on my ass.
“So fucking perfect,” he breathes into my mouth. “Do you feel how perfect you feel in my hands?”
Words don’t seem to be working right now, so I simply nod.
“You want to keep going?” Lucky asks, his words rough and shaking as he traces his nose along my neck.
I nod again.
Lucky shoves his own pants down, kicking them off to the side. And slowly, he drops to his knees. His hands trace down my sides as he does, lighting a trail of fire along my skin. He hooks his finger into the front of my bra, and I watch every second of it as he pulls it down, exposing my left breast.
“So fucking perfect,” Lucky repeats, every syllable of it reverent. He’s so damn tall that even on his knees, he is at exactly the perfect height to lean forward and suck my nipple into his mouth. A moan escapes my lips, and this time it’s my head that tips back in ecstasy. My fingers lace into his hair as he sucks on me. His tongue laps back and forth across it, and slowly, he bites his way down the underside of my breast.
“Yes?” he asks, and I can just hear the grin on his face. His fingers hover at the clasp of my bra.
“Yes,” I pant.
My bra falls to the floor instantly. Lucky hooks his fingers into my thong and pulls it down over my hips, and it falls to the floor.
And I stand here in front of him, completely naked, and he’s on his knees before me.
I look over Lucky’s head to our reflection in the mirror. Me, completely bare. Him, completely at my command, even if he’s the one talking me through it.
I don’t see shame there. I don’t see coercion. I don’t see manipulation.
I see love. I see heat. I see lust. I see my future. And I see the man I want.
“Look at how powerful you are,” Lucky says. His hands caress my hips, and he looks up at me with devotion. “Look at how perfect we are, Willow Vale.”
“Tell me what to do next,” I breathe as I look back down at him.
“Sit here,” he says immediately, like he’s been cooking this up in his mind since we stepped into this incredible room. He takes my hand, helping me as I do what he asks. He maneuvers me until my back is against his chest. Behind me, his thick cock strains against his black boxer briefs, and my heart rate skyrockets. But not from fear. From anticipation.
“Look in the mirror,” he says right next to my ear. And so, I do. Which means I get to watch every second of it as Lucky places a hand on both of my knees, and he slowly pulls them open. “Relax for me, Willow. And watch.”
Holy fuck. Holy fuck.
That’s me. Spread wide in front of a mirror. I must be two seconds away from a panic attack, because I feel my heartbeat everywhere. I see my pink pussy widen as he opens my legs all the way. I glisten with my arousal. My eyes flick to Lucky’s face, and there, I see lust. Admiration. Focus.
Lucky’s right hand slides from my knee, up my thigh. His touch is soft but hot. He circles around my belly button with his fingers. And then he starts a slow, torturous descent straight down.
His fingers slide over my clit, and my breath hitches. My entire stomach twitches, my legs doing this little shake. Lucky adjusts his touch, rubbing his index and middle fingers on either side of my clit instead.
A curse escapes my lips.
“Perfect, Willow,” Lucky says as he strokes me again. “Look at how fucking sexy you are. Look how wet you are.”
“For you,” I moan as one of my hands rises and laces into his hair. My back arches as he strokes me again.
He makes a noise of approval and rubs long and soft. His eyes are fixed on me. He brushes his fingers over me before continuing down. He slips them through my slick entrance, coating them. And I cry out in absolute pleasure as he slides his middle finger inside me.
Holy shit. I have been missing out. Even just this tiny, basic little bit is better than it ever was with that dead asshole. The things Lucky is making me feel… I didn’t even know this was possible.
“I love that you’re wet,” Lucky breathes against my ear. “You grip me so perfect. Do you feel me inside you?”
“Yes,” I say simply, gripping his hair tighter as he pumps his finger deeper, joining it with his index. My back arches again, and his free hand comes to cup my breast.
Even better.
