Page 44 of Lucas

Lucas can look at me from across the room, no words needed, and I get damn aroused. One glance and I’m weak-kneed and trembling at the thought of his touch.

The TV remote falls to the floor, narrowly missing his foot. I put both hands on his chest, bunching his T-shirt up under my fingers. I push at him, but his hand is on the small of my back, holding me still.

He slides his fingers deeper until his thumb presses against my clit. His teeth take the place of a whisper, fierce against the tender skin of my throat. I tip my head back. And now my fingers clutch his shirt not to push him away, but to keep myself from falling backward. Not that Lucas would let me.

After all these months, he’s still protecting me, my sweet knight in shining armor, fiercely taking care of his damsel in distress.

“So. Fucking. Wet,” he breathes into my ear. His hand moves faster, and then without warning, he adds another finger, stretching my pussy wide. His thumb strokes, while his fingers fuck. Sweet Jesus, I know I will never grow tired of this.

He pulls out abruptly and I suck back a weak cry of protest. It’s to no avail. As expertly as he navigates my pussy with his hands, I know that Lucas prefers to use his mouth—or his cock. It’s more personal, more intimate, he would say.

He hesitates before taking off his shirt. “We don’t have to do this…”

A smile curls my lip up. “Have sex?”

He dips his head shyly. “I just don’t want you to think that this is all our relationship is about.”

It’s cute that he’s worried, but it’s actually the least of my concerns. “You bought a paper for me…” And made me Editor-in-Chief, a title I may not have deserved at the beginning, but certainly have earned now. “And anyway, last night we just cuddled.” Mostly. I may have given him a hand job.

With a grin, he strips out of his T-shirt, then tugs the button loose on his jeans. Licking his lips, he slides the zipper down, notch by notch without disconnecting our gaze. Fuck me, that’s hot.

Everything about Lucas is breathtaking, and when we’re together, I melt, easily succumbing to his soft commands.

He wears no briefs tonight. He pushes his jeans down around his ankles, and kicks them off. His hard cock springs upright, and it’s all I can do not to stare.

“Your turn, darlin’,” he says.

I hook my fingers under the waistband of my panties and shimmy them over my hips, then part my legs to reveal my pussy, reveling in this way his eyes flash with desire. His stare is electric. I dip my fingers between my legs and tug lightly on my clit.

“Do you want me to eat you?”

Always.

But that isn’t what I crave tonight. “I want you inside me.”

My gaze drops to his crotch. His cock is in his fist, growing harder, impossibly longer and thicker. It’s true that I’ve not been with many lovers or seen many dicks up close, but Lucas’s…I’m sure I could pick his of a crowd. I know every inch of his body almost as well as I know my own.

Moving closer, he kneels between my legs to rub his cock along the seam of my pussy, up and over my clit again and again, until I fall back on the sofa, legs splayed wide to urge him inside. He teases me with the tip of penis, his hands planted beside my head, hips barely thrusting. Slick, flesh on flesh. Christ, I want him to fill me.

When at last he begins to move, my hands go above my head, palm to palm, fingers linked. I give in to the pleasure of him rocking his cock against me. I lose myself in it, this pleasure, this incomprehensible joy. And without warning, before I can prepare him for my release, I come in slow, rolling waves.

I cry out, not caring if the windows are open, whether my screams echo through the city streets and all across the world. I want them all to hear how Lucas satisfies me.

Over and over, I rise and crest and dip. And over and over he takes my body to new heights until I fear I might pass out, or die. Yes, I could die right now with Lucas making me come.

When the shaking of my body finally eases and I can finally breathe again, I open my eyes. Lucas holds himself above me. The cords on his biceps stand out, pulse. His mouth has parted, slack, but his gaze is sharp and focused on my face. That look, it stabs me every time. Penetrating and fiercely intense.

Without putting a hand on his cock, he manages to find my opening and pushes himself inside. I groan at the way he fills me, still shocking after all this time. I move to touch him, but he mutters a command for me to stay still. I obey. He doesn’t move—he presses his lips together and waits.

“Lucas?”

“I’ve never known anyone like you, darlin’.”

I pull him closer, not meaning for it to turn sexual, but the motion pushes his cock deeper inside me. Lucas moans, and starts moving his hips. His hand is on my stomach, and he’s pumping me in a steady rhythm that allows the climax to build.

His words come back to me, low and sweet: we don’t have to have sex, darlin’.

Oh, but we do, because when Lucas is inside me, when our orgasms crest and we lay spent in bed, that’s when I allow the cocoon of safety to fully envelope me. I am a caterpillar, desperately crawling toward the light—and soon, my metamorphosis will be complete. I can’t wait to see who I become.