“Jesus, yes, just like that, baby.” Luke grabbed a fistful of her hair and wrapped it tight around his hand, anchoring her head in place so he could fuck her mouth. She worked to time her breathing with the thrust and bump of the tip of his cock hitting the back of her throat. When he paused, the length of him as far as she could take him and still not the whole way in, she slid her tongue along the underside of his cock, licking and tasting the last few inches.
He groaned and tried to pull back, but she held onto his hips, breathing through her nose and trying to work him deeper into her throat. When the threat of gagging got too strong, she backed off a little, stroking him with the flat blade of her tongue.
He used the break to free himself from her mouth and hands, helping her to her knees so he could kiss her. Bending, he cupped her breast and suckled her nipple, tugging hard on the sensitive tip. She gasped, but her body pressed closer, arching toward him, offering herself to him. He moved back and forth lavishing attention on both of her breasts until her nipples were swollen and red, straining toward his mouth, and her pussy was so wet, she felt her slick arousal on her thighs.
“Turn around, Claire,” he said, guiding her to her hands and knees on the edge of the bed.
With a firm gentle hand, he stroked her back, pressing her shoulders down until her forehead rested on her arms. The position left her naked and exposed, completely vulnerable to anything he decided to do to her. His fingers slid along the slick seam of her body with a teasing touch, playing along her outer lips but avoiding her aching clit. He stroked past her opening to the tight ring of muscle, teasing the bud with a slick fingertip.
She wanted, God no needed so much more. She felt wrung out, empty and she needed him to fill her. Touch her everywhere and burn away the memory of everything that had come before. Shifting her hips, she rocked back against his hand, taking more of his finger into her tight channel. His thumb pressed into her slick opening and she whimpered at the feeling of fullness that was so good, yet not quite enough.
He slid first one, then two fingers from his other hand alongside his thumb in her slick pussy. With firm steady strokes, he curled his fingers making gentle arcs that had her legs starting to tremble and her climax winding tighter. His fingers worked the sweet spot inside her, and he kept up the steady pressure, stretching her, drawing her closer with every touch. She rocked, thrusting back against him still needing more. He pressed his thumb against the swollen bud of her clit and rubbed. All the tension that had been building inside her wound tight at that simple touch, and in moments he took her over the edge.
Her legs shook and her body tightened around his fingers as the first wave of her climax rolled over her. As good as it felt, it wasn’t enough. She needed him to fuck her until she was limp and spent, so far gone she couldn’t think about anything else but his body in hers. She kept her head down, spread her knees wide and lowered her hips, offering herself to him.
“Fuck, Claire.” He groaned. “You are so fucking gorgeous.” He slid into her in one smooth stroke, stretching her, filling her. “God and so fucking wet, baby.”
She reached in front of her, grasping at the sheets as he drove inside of her. Her breasts mashed flat against the mattress and the side of her face pressed flat into the sheets. She inhaled sex and soap and man as he made her gasp with pleasure. She pushed her hips back, opening for him, taking him deeper, and his answering groan had her body tightening around him.
When his fingertip pressed against the tight ring of muscle, she pushed back meeting him.
“Please, please.” She panted. “I need.”
She couldn’t make the words come. Her body was hot, swollen aching and she needed him to take her. Conquer her. Own her. She wanted him to drive her on until there was nothing left to think, nothing left to do, nothing left to feel but his body mastering hers.
“What do you need, sweetheart? I’ll give you anything you want,” he said, his voice sounding strained.
“Fuck me, God I need you to fuck me.” As much as she wanted to, she couldn’t make herself say the words for what she wanted from him.
He rolled his hips and stole her breath. “I am fucking you.”
Another delicious roll hitting every sweet spot inside her and she gasped as his cock nudged her womb. With the slick tip of his finger he breached the tight ring of muscle and the pinch and sting of the invasion ramped her desire. He slid a second finger beside the first, filling her, stretching her with long smooth strokes.
“Is that what you want?” he asked, working his fingers in tandem with his cock. “Is that how you want me to fuck you?”
She nodded against the sheets.
“Say it, baby. Tell me what you need.”
“Like that, God, fuck my ass.” She buried her face in the sheets, embarrassed but needing him too much to let shame keep her from the pleasure she knew he could give her.
“Fuck yes,” he said, pressing a kiss to her back. “I will fuck you every way I can, and I won’t stop until you come screaming.”
She kept her face mashed into the bed, holding his words to her. She couldn’t fight, couldn’t be in control anymore. As she waited for him to take her, a delicious peace settle on her. Her body was wound tight, aching, hungry, needing to be dominated, but for the first time all day, her mind was finally quiet with nothing moving through it but the way his body made her feel.
She heard the slide of the nightstand drawer and then a click. A drizzle of something cool ran between her cheeks. Luke pressed his fingers against her tight opening, breaching the ring of muscles and stretching her. She breathed into the bed, overwhelmed by the edge of pleasure and pain.
“Relax, sweetheart,” he said, petting her back as he stroked inside her, his hand and cock driving her on. “I’ll take care of you. Just feel. God, you’re so fucking tight.”
He slipped from her body and she whimpered at the empty feeling. He pressed the tip of his cock against the tight ring of muscles, and even though she wanted him and he’d taken time making sure she was ready, he felt huge. He pressed forward, inching inside of her in tiny increments.
“That’s it. Relax. I’ll go slow until you can take all of my cock. God you feel so fucking good. Feel how hard you make me.”
The steady stream of words washed over her as he slid deeper inside her.
“Fucking perfect,” he said with a groan when he was so deep she could feel his balls against her pussy.
He slid out until just the tip of his cock was inside her, and her entire world coalesced into the feeling of his body moving in hers. Claire gasped at the overwhelming sensations, pressing back with her hips to try to take him again.
“Touch yourself for me,” he commanded.
Sliding her hand between the bed and her body, she slipped two fingers into her aching pussy while she rubbed her thumb over her clit.
She moaned, a raw sound of pleasure, as he started to move.
She rode her hand and his cock as he fucked her ass. The orgasm arced through her, bowing her back and stealing her breath. There was none of the gentle build up or winding tighter. Suddenly she was coming, her body clenching around him. Her climax triggered his and before she was done, Luke grabbed her hips tight enough for his fingers to leave bruises and thrust inside her. In moments she felt his cock pulse as he pumped his seed deep inside her body.
“I love you,” she whispered swamped with emotions and unable to hold them in any longer.
Luke froze, and for a moment, Claire thought he’d heard her. But then he collapsed onto her, covering her back with his body, their combined sweat making their skin slick against each other. Wrapping his arms around her, he rolled them, curling his body around hers, keeping them joined while Claire drifted completely sated with the pleasure of surrendering to Luke. For the time being she ignored his silence.
