I can’t avoid the blush that creeps into my cheeks. I nod, my tongue darting out to lick my lips.
“Say it.”
“Yes.” I stare, engrossed in his movements, each stroke long and sensual.
“Yes, what?” He continues touching himself, the other hand fluttering across my stomach, trailing around my breasts.
Insecurity grips me. Will I sound dumb telling him that watching him touch himself is one of the hottest things I’ve ever seen? It was never like this with my ex. It was always sotransactional. But this—this feels like so much more.
Luke’s eyes roam my body like I’m the only thing worth looking at on this earth. His hand still grazes my skin, down my stomach, along my legs and across my pelvis, sending a shiver of pleasure skittering across my skin.
I can’t remember the last time I felt this sexy, completely naked. The last time I feltwanted.
Swallowing, I watch as his hand rubs across the head of his cock and back down, guiding it toward my center and rubbing it along the arousal coating my skin. He raises his eyebrows at me, waiting for my response as he teases my entrance.
With a breath, I relent, casting my insecurities aside and releasing any last shreds of control, giving in to what he wants to hear.
“Watching you touch yourself is… so fucking sexy.” I run my fingers down my stomach, his eyes tracking the movement.
His hand pumps faster against his length. His eyes remain trained on me. “Jesus, I could come just looking at you, lying onthe bed like this.” With one more stroke of his shaft, he releases himself to lean over me.
“You’re perfect,” Luke says, running his nose along mine.
Our mouths collide, our tongues tangling, his erection pressed into my center as he grinds his hips forward. “But I’d much rather come inside of you.”
My heart pounds against my chest, pumping like a freight train. The anticipation of him inside me is overwhelming.
Luke settles onto his knees, reaches over to the drawer of the bedside table, slips his fingers inside and pulls a gold foil square out. He rights himself and quickly rolls the condom on before lining himself up between my legs. Gripping my waist, he pushes himself in at an agonizingly slow pace.
“Goddamn,” he utters huskily, falling forward, bracing himself on one arm as he slides deeper.
I gasp at his size as he fills me inch by inch, my hips rocking to invite him in further.
It’s not enough.
I needmore.
He’s moving so slowly—excruciatingly slow—and all I want is to feel him fully and completely. It’s been so long, and he feels so fucking good.
“I need all of you,now,” I beg.
Luke stares down at me, as if checking that I’m sure. I nod, and he thrusts all the way into me, bottoming out with a grunt.
“Yes,”I gasp, breathless with the sensation of him fully sheathed inside of me.
He wraps my legs around him and begins thrusting in and out at a steady rhythm. His hands find my breasts again, pulling and lightly twisting my nipples.
Our hips rock together, breathing ragged. A sheen of sweat coats Luke’s skin, and his muscles flex with every motion. He’s absolutely beautiful.
His hair has fallen into his face, eyebrows scrunched together.Every muscle is taught, as if sculpted from marble. His thrusts become satisfyingly punishing, fingers gripping my sides and holding me still as he plunges deeper, relentlessly hitting the spot that has heat building in my core.
“Holy shit… holy–” And then his thumb is between my legs, rubbing the sensitive nub until the sensations become too much to bear.
Luke groans. I can feel him becoming impossibly harder, his body riddled with tension.
“I’m gonna come, Trip,” he groans. “And I want you with me when I do.”
He dips his lips to my breast and pulls me into his mouth, sucking and swirling his tongue over my too-sensitive skin.
