Honestly, I can barely wait for him to come back. I can already imagine burying my cock in his pretty little hole, and I can almost hear his moans and whimpers as I fuck him. I’ll make him mine again. Just a few more minutes now.
When he comes back, holding the lube in his hand, he crawls onto the couch. But before he can position himself, I flip him onto his back, tugging at his pants and boxers until they come off. While taking the lube from his hand, I take a moment to eye his beautiful body. He’s so smooth and tight, and so incredibly hot. I can’t wait to bury my cock deep inside him and fuck him senseless. It’s our first-ever make-up sex, and I know we both still have some residual feelings of sadness and frustration inside of us. With what we’re about to do, we can take them out on each other in the best possible way and replace them with something much more pleasant.
Quickly, I squirt some lube onto my finger, bring my hand down, and push my finger inside of him. Honestly, I can barely wait. I’m so turned on. I’m taking less time than usual, but he doesn’t seem to mind—quite the opposite. The lustful look he gives me as he bites his lip encourages me to take it further. Only seconds after I inserted my first finger, I put in the second. When he moans in response, I take it as another sign. Without breaking eye contact, I start to scissor him with my fingers, spreading him open. When no signs of pain show on his face, an odd sense of pride and gratitude spread through me.
“God, you take me so well, princess.”
“Just put it in,” he says, strangely out of breath. “Hurry.”
His words surprise me, adding to my lust. I do what he says, but only barely, because this seems like a fun little game. As I press my cock against his hole, letting only the tip slide in, the sight of it drives me crazy. The idea of teasing him into it adds a whole new dimension to what we’re doing, and so I slowly push only my tip in and out of him. He’s breathing fast, lust and frustration written on his face, and I know I’m giving him only a hint of what he wants, nothing more. Not that he needs to worry. Soon enough, he’ll be proving just how good he is at taking my cock.
I keep it up for a while longer, until it’s no longer enough. I’m on my knees on the couch, he’s lying down with his legs up, and suddenly, it feels like he’s too far away. The feeling is strange and unbearable, and so I bring myself down, placing myself on top of him. I kiss him as I slam my cock into him, hard and fast, and he moans into my mouth. The vibrations of it course through me, and goodness, I can’t seem to ever get enough from him. He’s like a drug.
When an idea comes to me, I don’t bother trying to resist the temptation. As I keep kissing him, I lower my hand and bring it around his legs, to his ass. Gently, I start teasing his sensitive rim with my fingertips. He moans softly, but I’m not sure who of us likes it more. Because not only can I feel exactly where my cock enters him, I can touch us both in our most sensitive places. . .and that’s not even all.
Unable to control myself, I press, and my finger slides in. Now I’m fucking him with both my cock and my finger. Why didn’t I think of this before?
In response, he tenses up slightly, but doesn’t break the kiss, proving what I just thought.
“You take me so well,” I say as I pull away from the kiss. “Such a good boy.”
His arms are wrapped tightly around me, and his expression is intense when he looks at me, entirely focused. “Just keep going,” he barely manages to say. “This helps.”
I don’t know precisely what he means by that, but I know better than to ask. When I pull my finger out, he lifts his legs, silently asking me for more. That proves this isn’t the time for questions. Instead, I’ll happily give him what he needs from me. As I lean in to kiss him, I push further into him, inserting my cock as deep as I can. . . Fuck.
He moans, and with every thrust, the hurt I felt subsides. My mind shuts down, and our fight from before seems insignificant. Luc and I have each other, and we have this: two bodies great for fucking that almost seem like they were made for each other. Nothing else matters. Come to think of it, maybe that’s what he meant when he said this helps…
Before I can dwell on it, he suddenly digs his fingernails into my back, causing my mind to go blank. It adds to my arousal, and I feel my peak rising inside me, but I try to hold back. I want Luc to come first, and I long to see it as it happens. He seems ready to burst. Maybe if I’m lucky, this time he’ll come hands-free.
The thought encourages me further. I push his legs further up, fucking him deeper, faster, hitting that spot in him over and over again. He gaps and lets his head fall as his eyes roll back—a promising sign. God, how great would it be if I could make him come with just my cock?
Well, maybe my cock and my words. “You’re doing so great, princess. You’re so hot like this.”
He gasps, and I know he’s close now—just a little more. I slow the pace of my thrusts, burying myself deeply inside of him. “Let go,” I tell him softly. “Show me.”
A few more slow, deliberate thrusts, and he reaches his peak, his arms wrapped tightly around me. His face scrunches up, hemoans and his body tenses when his come starts shooting out of him, covering his chest and cock in white puddles. That image, along with knowing he came just from being fucked, sends me bursting as well, and before he even finished, I start coming too, shooting my seed inside of him. That’s another thing I’ll never, ever tire of. Making him come with my cock, coming inside his ass. . . God, I love him so much.
We’re breathing fast, recovering from our orgasms. I remain on top of him, catching my breath. This time, sex was intense in a way that’s different from usual. I feel lighter with it, as though some weight has been lifted off me. I wonder if that’s why so many people love having make-up sex.
Luc’s stroking my hair in a way that makes me want to float away. He seems relaxed, his body limp beneath me, fingers slowly moving over my skin.
“I can’t wait to get married to you,” he says softly.
“I can’t wait to get married to you either,” I reply. And as I lean up to kiss him, I realize it’s true in every way. “So let’s get started on planning a wedding, okay?”
He chuckles. “Do you really want to?”
I nod. “We’ll make magic together,” I tell him. “Like we did just now.”
He chuckles and runs his hands through my hair, and I realize once again, I’ve never felt this way before in my life.
Chapter 36: Luc
Today is August seventeenth, the day before our big date, and I don’t know where the time went. It feels like last week that Cody told me we still had five months until today, and now we’re just one day away. I’m so nervous; I can’t sit still for longer than five seconds, and I keep going through a list in my head, trying to make sure we’ve taken care of everything, but the conclusion is always the same: I believe we have, but I’m not sure.
It doesn’t help my nerves that lately, whenever I ask Cody about the cake, he becomes nervous and changes the topic. That can only be a bad sign, if you ask me. Maybe I shouldn’t have given it up when I did. It’s the most essential thing for our wedding, which includes countless important details. Since working at my dad’s cake shop, I’ve been picturing my wedding cake and how it would look. And since I started working at Utopie, the cake shop in Besançon, I thought about it during every one of my shifts. Sometimes, when making and selling wedding cakes, I had to remind myself it wasn’t my own cake I was making. Giving it up to Cody wasn’t easy, but it seemed so crucial to him that I did. One thing has become clear: that man is up to something. I only hope it will work out in the end. If anything goes wrong tomorrow, I don’t know what I’ll do. I only know I’ll respond poorly.
My mom is with me. Having her here the night before my wedding is both a blessing and a curse. Cody’s entire family is here from Canada, and they’ve abducted him.
