Page 65 of Worth the Fight

Lukas brushes his nose against my inner thigh, moving closer to where I so badly need him. My body squirms, skin on fire, and I let out a full-body shudder the longer he teases. “Lukas,” I whine, and I reach down, sliding my hands into his hair to pull him to me.

His laugh rumbles against my pussy, his mouth so close I can feel the exhale, but he’s not close enough.

I roll my hips, trying to inch closer to him, and I can practically hear his grin.

“Just let me look for a minute, baby.”

I moan, pulling my bottom lip between my teeth and biting down so hard it hurts. He wasn’t joking when he said he’d have me soaked without truly touching me. I bet I could get off just like this, to the image of him between my thighs, just to the thought of him touching me.

“Put me out of my misery,” I grunt, and I’m about to tease him again, to tell him that maybe he’s not such a good boy, when he finally touches me.

He swipes two of his fingers through my cunt, and I arch at the touch.

“So fucking wet,” he rumbles, swiping again, and then he takes his thumbs and spreads my lips. “Just as pretty as I remember.”

I open my eyes and stare down at him just as his gaze flicks up to mine, and he holds it, unwavering as his tongue darts out and he licks a long, slow swipe from lips all the way up to my clit.

I sink back into the bed, practically melting into the pillows at the feel of his wicked tongue. This, this is what it’s supposed to be like when you’re with someone. There was a point in my life where I was so angry with myself for being unable to be physical with anyone else. I had coached myself, talked myself in circles, tried to imagine what it would be like, feel like, but every fantasy I tried to conjure up only turned into Lukas.

His hands, his soft lips, the swell of his back muscles as his head is buried between my legs. There was always only him, and now that he’s back—that we’re back, I’m so thankful it never worked out with anyone else.

“Lukas,” I pant, tightening the grip my hands have on his hair.

“Fuck, baby,” he grunts against me. “I forgot how fucking good you taste. This sweet pussy, all for me.”

“Oh, God.”

The sounds he’s making are downright sinful. He devours me like a man truly starved, like he’s on death row and I’m his last meal.

“I can’t wait to fuck you, baby.”

I moan at that, my hands leaving his head to slide up my body. I cup my breasts, rolling my nipples between my fingers, pinching them, needing something to distract me, to bring me back down to earth.

Lukas rises on an elbow, adjusting his position so he can slide two fingers deep inside. I’m so wet they sink like a heavy weight, and he groans, his eyes darting up to stare at me. “You’re so fucking tight, baby.”

The room spins, my face heats, and I feel myself crumbling. “Lukas, I’m gonna, I’m gonna...”

His mouth is back on me, fingers pumping in and out lewdly, and when he pulls my clit into his mouth and sucks, my orgasm hits.

I come on a scream, reaching down to palm the back of his head and push his mouth into me, grinding myself against his face. He moans, welcoming me, and I wrap a leg around his head.

My back arches, and when I start to come down from the high, my body becomes too sensitive, each lap of his tongue as he finishes nearly tickling me. I pull back, trying to inch up the bed, but he growls, tightening his grip on my thigh and yanking me back to his face.

“Lukas, oh my God. I’m too sensitive, it’s, it’s…”

“Give me one more, baby. Soak my face, show me who you belong to.”

His hands slide up my body until he grips my breasts, using his hold to pull me to him.

My body doesn’t know how to react. My mind is mush. All I can do is give myself to him, trusting him as I scream out, my ragged voice echoing off the walls of the room.

His fingers slide down my stomach, digging as they go, until he grips my hips. He pulls my leg forward, sliding my thigh around his head, and when my back arches, he lifts with me, his mouth never leaving my pussy as my lower body bows off the bed.

“I’m gonna come again, oh my God.”

Our movements are frantic, hands fumbling as he lowers me back to the bed. With his mouth sucking on my clit, he shoves two fingers deep inside, the tips curling forward. He tries to add a third finger, but I’m too tight, it’s been too long, so he pauses, pulling back with an almost pained look on his face as he watches my body stretch to fit him.

“Mags, baby,” he groans, and in the end, it’s his voice that does me in. The way his face is flushed, soaked with my first orgasm, and the way he stares as he fingers me. I cry his name as I come again, and he pumps his hands, keeping the rhythm I need and finishing me off in only the way that Lukas knows how.