She's responsive. Uninhibited. Making sounds I want to record and replay later when I'm alone. Her hips moving against my mouth, chasing pleasure without shame or self-consciousness.
I work her higher, relentlessly, adding pressure and speed as her sounds get more desperate, as her body starts to tighten, as she gets close to the edge.
When she comes, it's with my name on her lips and her hands fisted in my hair hard enough to hurt, her thighs clamping around my head, her whole body arching off the bed as the orgasm crashes through her.
Bukur.Beautiful.
I kiss her inner thighs as she comes down, gentling her through the aftershocks, working my way back up her body with deliberate slowness. Savoring every inch. Every small shiver. Every gasping breath.
When I reach her mouth again, I kiss her deep and thorough, letting her taste herself on my tongue, sharing the evidence of her pleasure.
"Open the nightstand drawer." The command comes out rough, my voice scraped raw with need barely contained. "Take out a condom. Put it on me."
21
LILY
I'm still shaking from the orgasm, my whole body trembling with aftershocks I can't control, pleasure still rippling through me in waves that won't stop even though Luan's mouth has left me, even though I'm trying to catch my breath and failing.
No one has ever made me feel like this. Ever. Not even close.
Nothing in my limited experience prepared me for this, for the way Luan dismantled me with his mouth, for the intensity of sensation that left me completely undone.
And now he's asking me to put a condom on him and my hands won't stop shaking.
The request registers through the haze of pleasure still clouding my thoughts. I fumble with the nightstand drawer, my coordination shot, fingers clumsy as I pull it open. Find the boxinside. Extract a foil packet that feels impossibly small in my trembling hands.
My fingers are uncoordinated, useless, the fine motor control destroyed by what just happened, by what's still happening inside my body as it tries to process sensations it's never experienced before.
Luan's hands cover mine, large and warm and infinitely steadier than my own. He presses his forehead against mine, the contact grounding, anchoring me back to reality when I feel like I might float away entirely.
"Breathe," he says quietly. An invitation. "Just breathe with me."
I draw a deep breath, feeling my lungs expand, feeling the oxygen flow through my system. Then another. And another. The shaking gradually eases, not disappearing entirely but becoming manageable instead of overwhelming.
We're both kneeling on the bed now, facing each other in the gray morning light filtering through the curtains. Close enough that I can feel the heat radiating off his body, can see the defined muscles of his chest and abdomen.
He's beautiful. Devastatingly so. All hard lines and controlled strength, the kind of masculine beauty that makes my mouth go dry and my thoughts scatter.
I reach for him, my hand wrapping around his cock with more confidence than I actually feel.
He's smooth, the skin impossibly soft over the hardness beneath. Rock hard. Hot under my palm like touching fever. Thick enough that my fingers don't quite meet around his girth.
I stroke once, experimentally, learning the weight and feel of him.
"Lily." My name comes out strangled, his voice strained to breaking. "I would love nothing more than to have your hand on me. But if you keep going, I'm going to come right now. And I want to do that inside you."
The words send heat straight through me, reigniting desire I thought was temporarily sated.
I tear open the foil packet with hands that are steadier now, driven by purpose. Take out the condom. Position it at the head of his cock.
Roll it down his length carefully, learning him through touch, mapping every inch as the latex slides into place.
He groans, deep and rough and entirely uncontrolled. The sound vibrates through me, settles low in my belly where want is already building again despite the orgasm I've already had.
I can't believe I'm doing this. Can't believe I'm here in Luan Krasniqi's bed, touching him like this, bringing him pleasure that's evident in every tense line of his body. Can't believe someone who looks like him, all hard muscle and sharp angles and controlled power barely leashed, wants me enough to be shaking with the effort of holding back.
When the condom is fully on, he kisses me. Deep and claiming. His hands on my shoulders walking me backward on my knees until I'm lying down again, the mattress soft beneath my back, his body covering mine.
