“Please, sweetheart,” he said, gently nudging her toward the bed. “Get up here and wait for me.” He saw something cloud her expression and waited for the protest he was sure would come, but she kicked off her shoes and climbed onto his white bed. She crawled to the headboard giving him a spectacular view of her lace-covered ass, and when she looked back over her shoulder at him, her green eyes twinkling, he knew it was deliberate.
“Get your pants off, Masters and get up here. I’m not going to be the only one naked in this bed.”
Her words were playful, but there was steel in her tone, and he knew she was talking about more than just this one time. So many of the times, they’d been together it had been about getting her naked and writhing in pleasure while he maintained some level of detachment. Apparently, she wasn’t comfortable with that scenario. The new way suited him fine. He couldn’t wait to be inside her, and the very last thing he wanted was to stay detached. After the past few weeks, he needed to get as close to her as he could – no space, no distance between them.
“Be patient,” he said, grinning because she wasn’t. “I’ll be there in a moment, but there’s nothing sexy about a naked guy in dress socks. There is an order to these things.”
She laughed, a clear bell-like sound, and he made himself a silent vow to do whatever he had to do to make sure she laughed often. He could almost feel his heart growing at the sound.
“Point,” she said, still giggling as he slid off his shoes and tugged off his socks.
When he stood and stripped off his slacks, her laughter stopped, and he felt the heat, flashing from her eyes. He watched her gaze take in his erection straining against his briefs and saw her suck in a breath as he shed the cotton and freed his long, hard cock. Completely naked, he stalked toward her, his cock leading the way.
CLAIRE SWALLOWED HARD and tried to remember why it was important that she didn’t give Luke anything and everything he wanted. God, he was magnificent. Coiled power and raw energy, with a massive cock she knew from experience he knew exactly how to use. But for as much as she wanted him, there was a part of her that was scared.
He’d taken what she’d offered before and used it against her. He said he loved her, and she believed he did, but she wasn’t sure they were using the same definition. Being vulnerable made her nervous in a way it never had before, and she didn’t want to be the only one. As magnificent a lover as Luke was, she’d rather have him, honest, open and exposed, beside her, than the dozens of orgasms she knew he could give her.
He crawled up to the top of the bed, wedging her legs open so he could kneel between them. Planting a hand on either side of her head, he leaned in until their lips were almost touching. She inhaled, breathing in the clean, citrus scent of his aftershave, and met his gaze. His dark eyes were shining, and she saw deep inside to the part of him that called out to her.
“I love you, Claire. I will find a way to prove it to you so you can trust me again, but for now, will you let me make love to you?”
She wanted to say yes. How could she possibly say no? She had to bite her tongue to keep the words from spilling from her lips. After their last time with her blindfolded and tied to the bed, she couldn’t simply let him do anything he wanted. At least for this time, she had to be an active participant in all of it. She couldn’t simply accept what he wanted to give her. The last time she done that, it had broken her heart. She shook her head and watched his face fall, hurrying to explain herself before she hurt him.
“I can’t lay back and let you love me, Luke. I love you, too. I have to be able to share that part with you.”
His lips curled up in a wicked grin and then his mouth was on hers, teasing and tasting. Heat coiled and arced between them, and she decided she didn’t care who did what to whom as long she got to take him inside her body and hold him there.
He tugged on her bottom lip, and she opened for him, drawing his tongue into her mouth, tangling and taking what she needed from him. He gave her everything she demanded, breathing with her as they feasted from each other’s lips. The long hard length of his erection pressed against her, riding the slick seam of her body through the lace of her panties. She wrapped her legs around his hips, needing more, needing to get closer to him.
“Fuck, Claire. God, I missed you so much.” He whispered the words against her mouth and she tangled her fingers in his hair, pulling him closer.
She kissed her way along his jaw, scraping her teeth over the pulse point at his neck. He nuzzled his face into the sensitive skin behind her ear, letting his forehead rest on the pillow beside her. She felt the power of his body covering hers and felt how much he wanted her, but he didn’t rush her. He let her take what she wanted, touching him and trailing kisses along his throat to his collar-bone. Fine tremors ran under her demanding fingertips, and she could imagine how much it was costing him to hold back and let her have her way. If she loved him before, it was nothing compared to what she felt for him now.
“Please,” she said, arching her back and thrusting her breasts toward him, needing so much more than teasing caresses.
She felt him groan in relief, and then he was working his way down her body, laying a path of kisses to the tops of her breasts. His tongue slid below the lace, skimming the edge of her nipple, and she lost her breath in anticipation. He leaned back just far enough to flip the front catch on her bra, baring her to his hungry gaze, and then his mouth was on her, and she lost her mind. He suckled her, and with each pull if his hot mouth on her nipple, parts of her world slid in place. Over the past few weeks, she’d been wandering through her days, never completely present because of the pain of losing him. With each demanding caress of his mouth on her needy flesh, he drew her back to the present and into this one singular moment with him.
He sucked hard, stretching her nipple to a glistening peak and pulled away to watch it pebble tight in the cool air, before repeating the process with the other breast. By the time he was finished, her breath was coming in shallow gasps, and she was practically keening with wanting him so much. She reached for him and wrapped her fist around the thick hard length of him, determined he’d feel as overwhelmed by this thing between them as she did.
With long slow strokes, she worked her hand from the thick root to the tip, using her thumb to smear the bead of pre-cum over the smooth, round head. She felt his body shudder with ragged breaths and then he bent, letting his forehead rest against hers.
“Fuck, Claire. I can’t take much more. Please, sweetheart,” he said reaching between them to still her hand. “Let me make you come so I can be inside you. I need you so damn much. I won’t last.”
His voice sounded strained, not like the smooth, in-control, demanding lover she’d grown used to. With a hint of apprehension and much more desire, she nodded, their foreheads still touching. Luke stole a quick kiss before moving down her body and hooking his fingers in the waistband of her panties. She lifted her hips, and he stripped the scrap of lace from her body, leaving her naked and exposed to him.
She wanted his mouth on her with a desperation that rivaled starvation, but she didn’t want to be pinned down and forced to take what he wanted to give her. He seemed to sense that there was more going on with her than the need to come because when he slid his hands over her thighs, his touch was light and almost reverent. He nuzzled her, teasing the juncture where her inner thigh met her body before moving his attention to her sex.
Gently scraping his teeth over her mound, he blew across her aching flesh and every nerve in the path of his breath sprang to life. But instead of spreading her open with his thumbs and pinning down her hips in preparation for the delicious onslaught of his mouth, he slid his hands under her thighs, spreading his fingers and reaching for her hands. He waited until she twined her fingers with his, their hands linked together, before he licked into her, and she lost her mind.
The touch of his tongue to her needy clit was almost enough to send her over the edge, and when he teased her opening, dipping inside, it was so close to what she needed and yet not quite enough. She knew if she let go of his hands, he’d curl his long fingers inside her and find the spot that sent the climax crashing over her every time. He’d done it dozens of times before. In some ways he knew her body better than she did, but she couldn’t bring herself to let go of his hands, to break the connection that was somehow more than just physical.
So very close, she squeezed his fingers, his strong hands gripping hers and pressed her hips closer to his mouth. He met her, wrapping his lips around her clit in an open mouthed kiss, and sucked, drawing the tight bundle of nerves into his hot mouth.
“God, fuck, Luke, God, yes.” The words fell from her mouth in an unedited stream, pulled from her body by the demands of his mouth.
In moments, her muscles clenched and pulsed, her back bowing as the orgasm rolled through her in wave after wave of pleasure. He didn’t hold her body still and make her take more. He didn’t wait for her climax to finish. Before her sex stopped the delicious spasms, he crawled up her, positioning the head of his cock at her swollen opening.
Holding his body over hers, he caught her gaze, his dark eyes burning like coals, and thrust into her in one achingly sweet movement. She couldn’t close her eyes or bring herself to tear her gaze away from his gorgeous face, so lost in pleasure at the feeling of his body wedded with hers. For a moment they froze, caught in the perfect union, and then he started to move and she saw want, love, and overwhelming need etched on his face.
She wrapped her arms around him, holding him to her as her hands traced the long, strong lines of his back as he thrust inside her. His movements grew erratic, more driven, and he dropped to his elbows on either side of her head. In a gesture so tender it stole her breath and all that was left of her resolve, he cupped her head, cradling her to his chest as he lost himself inside her.
“I love you. I love you, Claire. I love you.” The words seemed part chant, plea and prayer, and they washed over her, healing and filling the holes torn open in her heart.
“I love you, too,” she said, clutching at his back, holding this broken, beautiful man as he shook with his climax, filling her and spilling his seed inside her.
