“Perfect,” I murmur, then lean in and taste her.
She cries out, her hands immediately flying to my head, shoulders, anywhere she can find purchase as I work her over with my tongue, learning what makes her gasp, what makes her hips buck, what has her saying my name like a repeat prayer.When I slide one finger inside her, then two, she tightens around me.
“Let go,” I murmur against her, pumping my fingers in time with the flutter of her pussy. “I’ve got you.”
She comes with my name on her lips, her body, thighs, pussy trembling as I work her through her orgasm until she’s pushing weakly at my shoulders. Her thighs shudder on either side of my face.
I kiss my way back up her body, and when I reach her mouth, she kisses me deeply, tasting herself on my lips.
She reaches between us, palming me through my boxers, and I nearly come undone right there. My eyes slide shut and I groan. She pushes at my shoulder until I roll onto my back, and then she’s sliding down my body, her hair trailing over my heated skin. She grabs my boxers and tugs them down until my cock springs free.
She wraps her hand around me, and my mind fogs as she leans in and takes me in her hot, wet mouth. A rush of pure pleasure pulses through me and my hips flex on their own.
I thread my fingers through her hair, letting her set the pace as she works me with her tongue and lips. Taking me down her throat with a vibrating moan. She’s too fucking good at this. I can feel the pressure building—
I jerk my hips away from her and grip my cock, easing the urge to blow. I grit my teeth as she stares up at me with watery eyes and swollen lips. I pull her against me, kissing her deeply.
My hand slides between her thighs and she moans softly. She’s still sensitive, still slick, and when I stroke her, she arches into my touch. “Luke,” she mewls.
“Condom?” I ask, suddenly realizing we need one. Or three.
“Nightstand. Top drawer.”
I kick off my boxers and reach over, fumbling open the drawer and finding an entire box of them. I glance over my shoulder and raise a brow at her.
“What? I like to be prepared,” she says defensively, but she’s smiling.
I pull one out, tearing it open with my teeth. “Good girl.”
Her pretty lips part as her bare chest rises and falls rapidly. She falls to the bed, lying on her back. Eager. Waiting.
I roll the condom on, positioning myself between her creamy thighs. She wraps her legs around my waist, pulling me closer. I push inside slowly, and we groan together at the feeling of finally being joined. “Fuck.” She’s tight, warm, perfect, and I have to pause once I’m fully seated. She feels too fucking good.
“Okay?” I manage.
“Yes.” She rolls her hips experimentally and I grunt.
I start slow, pulling almost all the way out before sliding back in, finding a rhythm that has her gasping and clinging to my shoulders. Her nails dig into my back and the small bite of pain drives me higher, pumping into her tight heat.
“Harder,” she breathes. “Luke—”
I give her what she wants, what we both need, and the sound of our bodies moving together fills the room. She’s so responsive, so open, meeting me thrust for thrust. Writhing beneath me as I piston into her wet channel. She moans, tightening around me.
“Touch yourself,” I rasp. “Let me feel you come wrapped around my cock like the good fucking girl you are.”
She slides a hand between us, swiping wet, sloppy circles around her orgasm-swollen clit. Within seconds she’s crying out, her body clenching around me. I watch her face as she comes undone—eyes squeezed shut, lips parted, a flush spreading across her chest—and it’s the most erotic thing I’ve ever seen. The sensation combined with the sight of her pushes me over theedge, and I come with her name on my lips, burying my face in her neck as white-hot pleasure crashes through me.
We stay like that for a long moment, both of us breathing hard, tangled together. Finally, I pull out carefully, disposing of the condom before collapsing beside her.
She immediately curls into my side, her head on my chest, and I wrap an arm around her.
“So,” she says eventually, her voice sated and teasing, “Still think this wasn’t a mistake?”
I press a kiss to her hair, grinning like a fool. “The only mistake was ever thinking I could stay away from you, gorgeous.”
She tilts her head up and the smile on her face is radiant. “Good answer.”
I pull her closer, feeling something I haven’t felt in years. Maybe longer.
