“You were made for me, Willow,” he whispers as he pumps me again, and now, his thumb brushes over my clit. “Look how we fit together.”
“Inside,” I pant. “I want you. Inside. Me.”
Lucky shifts, and I hear the soft rustle of fabric as he tosses his boxer briefs aside. He positions himself in front of me, and I get exactly one second to see that gorgeous, perfect cock of his. And then he’s kneeling between my legs, and I feel the heat of his head as he lines up at my entrance.
“Take a deep breath for me,” he says calmly.
I do.
And I feel the stretch. I feel the burn. I feel every inch as Lucky fills me and fills me withhim. When I feel him bottom out, the breath rushes out of me in a wicked moan.
“That’s it, Willow,” he says with a smile as he slides out just a little. “You’re doing so well.” He presses back in.
Holy shit. I do not know how it fits. How there’s room inside of me for all of him. Does it hurt? Yes, a little. It’s been a whole fucking decade since I’ve had sex. But that doesn’t mean I haven’t taken care of my own needs, that I haven’t played on my own.
Thank fuck.
Because otherwise, there’s no way I could enjoy this this much.
“Keep going,” I breathe, hooking my legs around him.
He makes a noise of approval and slides out again and then in. In and out. Steady. Fast. Slow. He bends forward over me and takes one of my nipples in his mouth, again. He sucks it. Hard. A wild noise escapes me, and I don’t know how to classify this one. Animalistic? Feral?
“Good girl,” Lucky whispers against my skin as he hooks my leg around his waist and presses into me again. “You’re such a good fucking girl.”
My fingers claw down his chest, wanting to fuse us together. Every inch of him is perfect. Saint Shade. Lucky. The balance of the two is a fantasy I couldn’t even conceive of. This room. Him raw. It’s everything.
“Are you ready?” he asks, looking down into my eyes.
“Yes,” I answer, even though I don’t know for what. The answer is going to be yes with him.
He reaches a hand between us, and I gasp when he presses a finger against my clit. He slicks it with everything between our bodies, rubbing firm, long, and perfect.
And this is what he meant.
I feel it skyrocket inside of me. The momentum as I tip my head back against the mats beneath us is unstoppable. Lucky rubs me with the perfect rhythm. And I start seeing stars as he launches me toward the edge.
“That’s it, come for me,” Lucky growls as he picks up the pace.
And I detonate.
It rips from my clit, races out to my toes, to my nipples, through my whole scalp. The best feeling I have ever, ever experienced takes complete control over my body as I rip apart. A cry escapes me, something divine and dark. My breath catches in my throat, and maybe suffocation really isn’t that bad a way to go. But the air is superb when I drag in a gasp as another wave hits me.
Lucky pistons inside me harder, and a war cry that would make his ancestors proud fills the entire mirror room.
As the orgasm subsides, Lucky lowers himself until he’s lying on me. But it’s the very best kind of weight. I wrap my arms around his broad self and hold him tight.
We share ten silent seconds, our thundering hearts syncing to the same rhythm.
“You alright?” he finally asks, his tone slightly nervous.
I actually laugh. It builds until I’m shaking underneath him and I accidentally laugh his cock right out of me. Dammit. “I’m amazing, Lucky. Holy shit.”
I pull his face to mine, and I kiss him like I love and lust him, because I fucking do.
He’s grinning like he’s died and gone to Valhalla. “I always loved this room. Now I’ll just call it my damn temple. That there, what we just did, it doesn’t get more holy than that.”
“Agreed,” I say, grinning like a maniac as well.
