Every second spent waiting for this, to have Lorianna fully and truly in my arms again, was well worth it. Her small, gentle hand wraps around my hard length, stroking me while her other hand tangles in my long hair, our lips locked.
Being with her, in any fashion, isn’t just sensual. It’s erotic. Without trying, she’s effortlessly stunning, bringing me to my knees again and again just to please her. When all I’ve wanted is to make her feel just as incredible as she makes me feel every day without any sexual touches, it’s been hard to ask for any gratification in return.
But I can’t keep pushing that part of her away when she so clearly wants more of me every time we slip into these moments together, alone, our bodies taken over by the sheer heat of lust radiating between us. Our lips move slowly, capturing sighs and moans and words of encouragement as we carry on together, unwilling to break apart for more than a few moments at a time.
With one arm, I hold her closer to me, and I bring the other down to cup her mound. She rocks into me, her damp folds leaking all over my palm as I rub against her, and she pushes back, seeking more friction.
We meld together like this, her body trembling against mine, our hearts banging in loud synchrony. I groan and shudder into her fist, panting with the effort of holding back. The pure fucking intimacy of this moment is beyond anything I’ve ever experienced before, and I say that every time we’re together. Every time, she brings something new to the table, finding another way to blow my mind.
I’m so close to coming, but I want to make sure she makes it first. I want to prolong this pleasure as long as possible—for both of us. We both need this release more than anything else right now.
I continue exploring her sensitive areas, sliding past her clit and through her wetness before my fingers slide into her sweet depths. The heat of her velvety tunnel grips me, burning me as I go deeper.
“Luke, Luke, oh, Luke,” she chants, lifting her hips and falling back down to spear herself on my fingers again.
“That’s it, babe, just like that,” I murmur against her neck, kissing and sucking the tender flesh as she tilts her head back with another moan. “I can feel you getting there. Show me how much you love me, how much you love this.”
Our hands move together with the same rhythmic purpose, and she clutches my shoulder to brace herself as we rock each other to our very cores. She’s locked me in a thrall of pleasure I can neither control nor deny, and even though I try to hold back that beating, molten tide inside me, Lorianna’s hand movements become more choppy, more frantic as my fingers dip in and out of her, bringing her at last to the cusp of her crescendo.
I press against her clit with my thumb in a circular motion and move my fingers faster. She cries out right as the same wave beats in me, flooding my whole body with a rush of ecstasy I used to only dream about. Her whole body tenses around my hand as she fires into orbit, and in one glorious instant, every inch of my body is alight with intense sensation. In that same moment, our bodies throb with a powerful release that renders us both utterly helpless in each other’s arms.
All too soon, we’re laying horizontal on the couch together, curled up next to each other. I bring Lorianna’s small body closer to mine, cradling her protectively in my arms.
I’m contented by the fact that she’s here with me now. There’s still so much for both of us to do, so much uncertainty and danger out in the world. But here, together, we’ve carved out a slice of paradise. Here, we’re safe.
I kiss her forehead, her cheek, her hair. I can’t get enough of her. I never will.
“What do you say we shower, then start on those lessons?” I murmur.
She giggles and curls into me, yawning. “Nap first?”
I squeeze her tighter, easing further into the soft cushions. “Whatever you need, babe. I’m here for you.”
Another day, we’ll face the monsters out there waiting for us—together.