Chapter Thirty-Maria
CHAPTER THIRTY-MARIA
H oly. Sex. God.
Okay, so I’m a big girl. And obviously, before Luc, I was a virgin.
He is the sexiest man I have ever known. And I am so in love with him.
But when he asks me to ride his face, I admit, I freeze.
He’s shirtless, wearing only gray sweatpants, which should be fucking outlawed, and Poison is still playing in the background.
I must have hit repeat by accident, but it is low enough it doesn’t faze me.
“Climb on,” he repeats. “Don’t make me tell you again.”
“But I don’t know what ? —”
“Get that sweet ass over here, Maria, and ride my fucking face.”
Luc doesn’t wait after barking that last order. I’m sitting on his hips, frozen, and he reaches down and grabs me by the thighs.
Then he just pulls me up his body.
“Oh my God!” I yell as he lifts me.
I don’t know how he does it. Like he has stupid strength or something. Anyway, he is always just picking me up like I weigh nothing.
This time, he sets me down with my knees on either side of his head.
“I’ll crush you,” I mutter, but I can’t really think.
Luc has his tongue in my cunt, and his hands gripping my ass, with his nose pressed right against my clit.
“Fuck. You’re soaked for me,” he growls. “So fucking hot and wet.”
Then he is back to lapping at me from my slick entrance to my tiny little nub that is begging for attention. And then I feel it.
“Your tongue is pierced, too?” I ask, and I swear the fucker laughs.
He must have had it out while we were together because this is the first time I feel metal there.
And it feels great.
I don’t know how I missed it when he kissed me before. But yeah, I sort of did.
His kisses are always intense, but before he was just driving that talented tongue down my throat and all I could feel was full.
So full.
He completes me in ways I didn’t know I needed. And he fucks me like he was born to do it.
God, I love him so much.
Luc licks me just right, circling my clit with the metal ball at the top of his tongue.
He tugs on my hips, and I start to move, following his silent direction while he eats me like a man who’s been starving for weeks.
He fucks me with his mouth like he’s desperate for me and I have never felt more desired.
I pull his hair, moaning as I start to come.
My orgasm slams into me and I am hardly aware as he flips me over, shoves his pants down, and fills me with his beautiful dick.
He laces our fingers together, his silver eyes burning into mine, and he starts to move.
“Fuck. Baby Girl. So tight. So wet,” he groans, then he kisses me.
His eyes are open and so are mine. I don’t want to miss a single moment of our coming together.
I know I am new to this. To sex. But every time with Luc, it just gets better.
My heart is thumping so loudly I wonder if he can hear it.
“That’s it. Let me in. Fuck. Christ.”
He is on his knees now, and he’s pulled me with him, so my ass is resting on his thighs as he drives into me, pounding into my needy pussy.
“Not close enough,” he growls, then he withdraws and flips me onto my belly.
Luc lifts my hips, I’m still trying to catch my breath, but I can’t.
He slams into me from behind, then wraps one hand around my throat and the other around my waist as he lifts me up, so I am mimicking his stance.
“Luc!” I shout, feeling him so deep, I swear he must be hitting my goddamn soul.
“That’s it. Scream for me,” he says.
And as the most explosive orgasm I have ever felt sends me tumbling into oblivion, I do.
I scream.
“LUC!”
Eons later, I blink my eyes and realize I must have passed out. Luc is missing from the bed, but he’s draped a sheet over my body, and I smile.
He is so careful with me.
The central air conditioner is turned up, and it is blasting through the vents. I am chilly without his big body surrounding me, so I snuggle into the sheet.
I know I should get up, but I don’t want to. My body feels deliciously sore, and I’m still caught somewhere between dream and reality.
I like it there. I enjoy being in that place where I have no responsibilities, no fears or doubts, only soft feelings.
Luc always seemed so quiet. He did not look like the kind of man to give commands, but in the bedroom, he does.
And I never thought I could be the type of woman to follow them. But I do. And I like it.
Something about handing him control feels so good. It feels right. And I hope it goes on forever.
I grin as I hear footsteps coming towards the bedroom. It’s Luc, and he’s humming.
Every Rose Has Its Thorn.
Of course, he is humming that song. It must have played for an hour.
“Hey, Baby Girl,” he says, walking towards me with a plate and a fork.
He is deliciously naked. While I am busy staring at his chiseled, inked up, and beautifully pierced body, my stomach growls.
“Brought you something,” he says, grinning at me and I slide over so he can sit.
I glance down at the plate and smile. It is full of fresh berries and whipped cream and little pieces of angel food cake.
“Mmmm. But you only brought one fork.”
I point out, nodding to the plate.
“Aren't you going to share?”
“Yeah, Baby Girl, I'm gonna share, but everything that goes in your mouth when you're lying in this bed, I'm gonna be the one to put it there.”
It’s such a pigheaded, over the top thing to say.
And like everything with this man, I fucking love it.
“Open wide,” he commands, and I listen.
“Mmmm. That is so good,” I say after I take a raspberry dipped in cream from his fork.
“Wider,” he says this time, and feeds me a piece of cake.
Soon, Luc drops the fork on the floor. He’s feeding me by hand. Then, with his mouth.
And I eat it. I take everything he offers.
Sucking down berries along with his pierced tongue and moaning when he rubs whipped cream between my legs and laps it all off.
By the time I’m on my knees, taking his cock as far as it will go down my throat, we’ve eaten everything and made a mess while doing it.
And when I’m swallowing his hot, sweet cum, watching Luc’s face as he gives himself over to the pleasure I bring him, I realize it is worth it.
Everything I have ever been through is so fucking worth it to have this time with him.
I love him.