Troy used to complain that I was slow to warm up, but now I feel like I’m about to catch fire. My panties are drenched, and I’m throbbing for Luke. He smells of sweat and musk and man, and I can’t get enough.
“I want you,” I say, in a voice that I barely recognize as my own.
“Yes, Milly,” he says roughly.
I move off his lap to reach the fly of his jeans, and feel him shudder as I pull down his zipper. He lifts his hips so I can pull off his pants, then reaches up to peel off his shirt.
The sight of Luke in nothing but black boxers steals my breath. Broad shoulders, muscled pecs, ridged abs; his upper body is a thing of beauty, and under different circumstances I could spend hours enjoying it.
Right now, though, my attention is caught by the package inside the boxers, and I slip my fingers under his waistband and take him in my hand. His cock is hard and hot and thick. I give it a couple of exploratory strokes, and it pulses under my fingers.
“Enough,” Luke says with a groan. “Or I’m gonna come in your hand, Milly.”
The way this is going, I think I could come from just the sound of his voice, but I want him inside me.
“Condom?” I breathe.
“Bedroom.”
My legs are shaky with desire as I follow him to the bedroom, and I watch impatiently as he pulls a foil packet from a drawer in the nightstand. He takes off his boxers, and I gasp at the sight of his erection.
“Okay?” he asks, looking at me in concern.
“Yeah,” I reply, but he isn’t convinced.
“What is it, Milly?”
“It’s just, uh, you’re very big,” I stammer. “And I haven’t been with anyone since Troy, and you’re, uh, bigger than he is.” I feel my cheeks turning red. “I’m sorry, I know I shouldn’t talk about him, but?—”
“I don’t mind that kind of comparison,” Luke interrupts with a chuckle. “You can tell me that as often as you want.” He rolls the condom on. “We’ll take it slow.”
But I don’t want to take it slow; I need Luke inside me now. My skin feels too tight, feverish, and I’m surprised to realize I’m still fully dressed. After my resistance to taking my top off, Luke hasn’t tried to remove any more of my clothing; I’ll have to do that myself.
I no longer care about how I look naked—I no longer care about anything except the ache between my legs. My clothes are standing between me and Luke, and they need to come off.
Thirty seconds later my sweater, bra, jeans, panties, and socks are on the floor. Luke is staring at me, open-mouthed.
“Beautiful,” he breathes. “You’re beautiful, Milly.”
We move at the same time, a convergence of desperate hands, lips, and tongues. As we fall onto the bed together, I reach for his cock again. “I need you inside me, Luke.”
“I’m not going to last, Milly,” he warns. “Let me warm you up first.” His clever fingers are doing something delicious to my inner thigh, but it isn’t enough.
“Please, Luke.”
His fingers move higher still, and he slips one inside.
“Fuck, you’re dripping,” he says in surprise. He slips a second finger in, and I feel myself clench around him. His thumb finds my clit, teasing and rubbing. Bringing me to the brink.
I’m so close, but I don’t want to come on his fingers.
“Please,” I beg again.
He removes his fingers and levers himself over me, and seconds later, I feel the thick head of his cock at my entrance. It’s a tight fit, and I reach down to help guide him in. When my fingers brush his abdomen, I realize he’s trembling. He wants me just as much as I want him, and it’s taking every ounce of his restraint to hold back.
“I can take it,” I breathe. “Fuck me, Luke.”
His control breaks, and with one decisive thrust, he buries himself deep. Filling me. He’s big, but I can take him. There’s a twinge of pain as I stretch around him, but it’s the most exquisite pain I’ve ever felt.
