Chapter 29 #2
His hand cups the lines on my hip. “This is beautiful,” he murmurs.
Then he strokes up to the side of my rib, under my breasts.
“This is beautiful.” My shoulder. “This is beautiful.” My cheek.
“This is beautiful.” He bends down and his mouth kisses the top of both knees.
“This is beautiful.” It goes on and on. He’s not stopping.
He’s adoring every bit of me as if he likes the whole of me.
Me. Rita. A person. Heart, soul, personality, and body combined.
That’s what he hungers for, and that’s what is chewing through his control .
Luke stands back, his hands flexing into fists at his sides. Fully dressed in his black suit, he needs to know. “Tell me what I’m allowed to do.” His tone is desperate. Ruined. The fingers that brought me to climax are pulling at his own tousled, lovely hair.
I bite my lip, my heart racing again. More, I want more. I’m so greedy for him now. He’s all I want. Afraid he’ll be able to glean the totality of my need for him, I flip his question around. “What do you want to do?”
“Don’t ask me that. I don’t have the control to pretend, sweetheart.”
I go up on my knees. “Undress and tell me.”
He starts slowly unbuttoning his shirt, his eyes not leaving mine. It drops to the floor, and I gasp, never tiring of the sight of his lean muscles. His belt is next, unbuckled to slide off.
All that is left are his trousers. I point to them. “Please take those off, too. I don’t want to be naked alone.”
He unbuttons himself, then steps out of his pants. He’s in just boxer briefs, and while I can’t see the full outline of him…the bulge makes me gulp. I think I actually lick my lips as he hooks his thumbs into his underpants, and slides them off.
“Why do you have to be beautiful all over?” I accuse, sounding breathless, looking at his cock. It’s glorious, hard, and reddened as if ignored for too long. I bring a hand to my eyes, as if shielding them from a blinding light.
“Beautiful?” He blinks. His cheeks flush and for the first time, I see Luke Abbot dazed and blushing.
“Yes. Beautiful. Your cock is too good. It’s criminal .”
His grin is like a slowly rising sun. “You can’t say these things to me. I’m having a hard time already trying to control myself, love. If you look at it like you want it in your mouth, I’ll put it into your mouth.”
“Do you not want that? Tell me,” I insist again, my tone urgent.
“I want my cock all over you, Rita. Everywhere. When you walk, I want your legs weak because I’ve fucked you all night. Inside that pretty pussy of yours, I want to make you mine. To soak you with my cum until there is no doubt who you belong to.”
My throat dries out, pupils feel big, and a wave of fresh lust claws at my belly. This is Luke without his slick veneer, unhinged and raw.
Do I want him like this? It’s like he’s read my heart. It’s all I want. Lowering onto my elbows, I do something I’ve never done before. I spread my legs open for him.
His eyes widen. More than half-crazed, he comes and flips me so I’m on my stomach. His mouth finds the juncture of my neck and sucks on the skin. “Tell me to stop,” he says one last time. Needing me to have sense since he has lost all his.
My hand finds the back of his head, my fingers threading through his hair. Gripping it, encouraging his mouth along. “Don’t you dare hold back. I’ll know. Give me everything.”
His hand reaches down and slips between my legs. “You’re a mess, Rita.” He’s spreading my wetness onto the inside of my thighs. “My mess to lick off.”
He does. He’s what I’ve never had in a lover, but what that deep primordial place inside me has always craved.
Luke handles me with ownership, exposing every bit of me, and lathering on his own touch so as to erase any other that came before him.
Only after I’ve toppled over another peak of pleasure with his mouth does he allow me to explore the hard planes of his body.
The strength in his muscles is exquisite.
I feel his abs shake underneath my fingers, and the ways his curses jumble together is my reward.
When I finally can take him in my hand, he appears ragged.
“I can’t think,” he gasps.
I urge him toward my hips and memorize the hard swallows of his throat when our centers meet.
How when he finally begins to push inside, he finally loses the last threads of his composure.
Without pause, I become the object of his worship, his praises spilling over me like water that’s been held back for far too long.
“You are so beautiful. Fucking delectable pussy. Waiting so long, darling. Heaven. Darling. My Rita.” Our foreheads touch.
“My beloved. So beautiful. Everything. You— everything .”
I won’t be outshone. In turn, I cherish him back.
If the words come so easily to me, it’s because of my competitive nature.
“Luke, it’s you. My Luke, don’t stop. Please.
It feels so good. So deep, so full. I can’t believe this is happening.
You’re so good. Everything about you is perfect. To me—perfect. Everything.”
In the darkness of the purpled evening, we move together. Faster, faster, and then slower. My eyebrows come together. I push back enough to see him smirking at me.
“Do you need to come?” he asks. His fingers keep my hips down in place, and then he thrusts in and out in that shallow way—forcing his tip to massage my entrance. It’s so audacious, his declaration without words. I’m in control. I do this to you.
“Faster,” I demand. “More.”
He gives me just a bit more length, the flared base of his head surging deeper.
My head is thrown back and I groan, torn between pleasure and aggravation.
“Tell me what you need,” my patient devil asks.
I’m so close again, there is only one answer. “Need it. Need you.”
“Thank fuck. Tonight, I’m going to have you so deep, no one else can ever compare.
Are you ready for that, Rita?” He rewards me by continually picking up speed, faster again until, by the end of it, my nails dig into his shoulders and his pace is relentless.
I’m pounded by his cock and it is the only thing I feel.
He’s in complete control of everything—my pleasure, my writhing, my movements, my gasps—and he’s taking excellent care of me.
Everything he has promised happens. My legs are weak, shaking, trembling through the climax when it hits.
And moments after I come, clenching around him, he goes over too, emptying himself in throbbing spurts.
Surrounded by our warmth and shaky exhalations, we lay like that in a light doze.
When he finally pulls out of me, some of his release follows suit.
He cups it and rubs it around my sensitive clit. “You’re mine now.”
That mercurial tone. I whimper and burrow into the covers, hiding my face with my hands.
He kisses my navel and stops me from rolling over.
I peek at him with eyebrows raised.
“I’m not done,” says Luke. “If I have this night, I don’t want to be done yet. I need to have you again. Will you let me?”
I don’t trust my words. The things that come out of my mouth would be foolish. They would be declarations of love. Instead, my legs open for him. It’s the clearest and most obvious way I know how to tell him how I feel.
We grin and go again.