I backed toward the bed and grabbed the hem of my dress pulling it slowly up my body and over my head, exposing my red lace thong and bra.
"You are gorgeous," Lucian said, striding forward. Cupping my breasts, he rubbed his thumbs across the tips of my peaked nipples. "Perfect."
I grabbed his waistband and pulled him closer so I could unbuckle his belt and pants. I wanted to cherish the night, but it was time to get the show on the road.
He slipped a finger into my bra, drawing the lace down so my breasts slipped out.
My brain went to mush as Lucian's mouth covered my exposed nipple, his warm tongue teasing and sucking. Pleasure shot down my body, my back arching with need.
He wrapped his arms around me pulling me closer.
His hard dick pressed into my lower stomach. Perfect. I pushed his pants down as far as I could reach, making his erection spring out.
Lucian's hands traveled up my back and unhooked my bra, he traced it down my shoulders to pull it off. As he backed away from me, his dick pointed straight at me.
I giggled. "It knows what it wants."
"Always, you."
He leaned forward and grabbed the back of my legs, lifting me up and toward him, then throwing me back so I landed on our big bed with a shriek. He knew I loved it when he gave me a show of strength.
In most of our life, I called the shots.
But in the bedroom, I didn't want to call the shots. I wanted my big, strong husband to take the lead.
Usually, he did. Tonight was no exception, to my relief. I needed him to control it tonight, or I'd never be able to hold it together.
He unbuttoned his dress shirt as his dick swayed underneath it. I watched in delight, knowing what he'd do when he was done.
After throwing his tie and his dress shirt across the room, he climbed onto the bed with me. He wasted no time in burying his face in my pussy. His hands held down my thighs as his tongue circled my clit. I held my breath and tried not to squirm as he sucked gently on it, using his teeth to torture me.
He flicked his tongue over my pleasure button and slid two fingers inside me, moving them rapidly, to bring me to my peak.
A short, intense orgasm broke over me, and I lost the ability to keep my hips still. Bucking like crazy, I was pretty sure I slammed into his face, but I didn't care. The waves of pleasure drew moans from my lips, and before I finished the orgasm, Lucian slid into me with one fast stroke.
My back arched again, the sensation of being filled almost painful. I welcomed the pain. Relished it. His hard, fast strokes pounded into my g-spot and I soon exploded with another orgasm.
Crying out, I let the orgasm go wild, with my head thrown back and my body tightening to ride out the intense pleasure.
Lucian flipped me over, and he pulled me toward him, positioning me on my hands and knees, slamming into me again without delay.
My orgasm hadn't finished, and it began to build again as Lucian held my hips plunging into me over and over.
I braced myself the best I could, but Lucian's strength kept pushing me forward and down until my face pressed into the bed as I screamed into the mattress.
Once more, he flipped me over, lowering himself down to my body, pressing into me as he slipped inside. With his arms under mine and his hands on my shoulders, he used my body as leverage sliding in and out of me.
The orgasm that had begun two or three—I'd lost count—positions ago softened and simmered, like a pot on a low boil. I wrapped my arms around his back and pulled him tight.
"I don't want to hurt you."
I laughed into his neck. "You always say that, and you never hurt me."
He relaxed his weight, truly pressing me into the mattress. My orgasm reached a crescendo, and I tightened around him, milking him to come with me.
Lucian groaned my name. "I love you, Connie. You are the best thing that ever happened to me."
We finished with a sigh rather than a roar, the perfect ending to the last time I would sleep with Lucian Morlock.
