Chapter 7
seven
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Luke
Holly Bascombe—beautiful, sweet, entirely out of my league—wanted me to fuck her, and I felt frozen in place.
“Luke?” Her voice was soft, uncertain. “If you don’t want to—”
“Oh, I want to.” My voice sounded rough. Rougher than it ever had been before. “I just … I want to make sure that you’re sure. That this isn’t just—”
“I’m sure.” She leaned back, her palms resting behind her, her legs stretched out in front of her.
I often had difficulty with nuance, but there was nothing subtle about the shift. Her posture was open, welcoming.
Inviting.
“I’ve been sure since you drove across town in an ice storm to rescue me from hypothermia.”
“You weren’t hypothermic.”
“Luke.” She smiled, fond, exasperated, and heated all at once. “Are you really going to argue semantics right now?”
No, I was not.
I stood up from the couch, and Holly’s eyes tracked my movement.
When I crossed to where she was sitting, I sank down onto the blankets beside her, the firelight casting shadows across her face. “I’m going to kiss you now, okay?”
“Please.”
I cupped her face in my hands—her skin was warm, no trace of that frightening cold from earlier—and kissed her.
Her lips were soft and responsive, parting immediately when I deepened the kiss. When my tongue swept against hers, she made a small sound in the back of her throat that went straight to my cock.
She reached up and fisted her hands in my shirt, pulling me closer. The angle was awkward, so I pressed her backward, lowering us to the blankets. Her legs parted, welcoming me between them, and I settled against her.
“Mmm, much better,” she breathed against my mouth, and then she was kissing me again, her mouth pressing harder this time, her lips more demanding. Her hips rolled up against mine, seeking friction, and the pressure of her against my cock made me groan.
Her hands slid under my shirt, nails scraping lightly against my stomach, and I groaned into her mouth. I’d spent sixteen years wondering if I’d ever experience this again—this wanting and being wanted in return—and now that it was happening, my brain couldn’t quite catch up to reality.
“Holly.” I broke the kiss, breathing hard. “I need—can we slow down for a second?”
She pulled back immediately, concern flashing across her face. “Are you okay?”
“I’m perfect. I just—” I pulled in a breath, trying to organize my thoughts.
How did I explain that I wanted this to last all night?
That I wanted to take her apart and put her back together again?
That I needed this to last for hours, not just minutes?
I finally settled on, “I want to do this right. I want to make this good for you.”
“It’s already good.”
“Well then, I want it to be better than good.” I traced my thumb along her jaw, watching her eyes darken. “I want you to feel so much pleasure you can’t think straight. I want to learn exactly what makes you fall apart. I want—”
“Okay, you need to stop talking like that,” she interrupted, her voice strained. “Because I’m approximately three seconds away from pushing you down, and just climbing on top of you and taking what I want.”
The image that conjured made my cock throb. Little did she know I’d imagined exactly that a few days ago.
“You can have anything you want,” I said, reaching for her.
Holly’s smile was pure satisfaction. “Oh, I fully intend to.”
I pulled her sweater over her head in one smooth motion, then the thermal underneath. She lifted her arms to help, and when the fabric cleared her face, she was grinning—flushed and eager and so fucking beautiful it hurt to look at her.
The simple white bra was next. My hands shook slightly as I reached for the clasp, and when it fell away, I forgot how to breathe.
“You’re staring,” she said softly, but she didn’t sound self-conscious. If anything, she sounded pleased.
“You’re beautiful.”
“You said that already. At Rosa’s.”
“And I’ll probably say it a lot more before we’re done here.”
I cupped her breast, and the weight of it in my palm, the way her nipple hardened against my thumb was better than anything I’d imagined.
And I’d imagined quite a bit.
“Luke,” Holly breathed out, arching into my touch. “I need your mouth on me.”
I lowered my head to her breast, and her sharp intake of breath when my lips closed around her nipple sent a thrill through me.
I’d read about this—about how sensitive breasts could be, about the nerve pathways that connected them to other parts of the body—but reading about it and experiencing her response were entirely different things.
I catalogued her responses: Holly liked having her nipples sucked, she preferred firm pressure over gentle, and she made the most incredible sounds when I used my teeth carefully.
One of her hands came up to thread through my hair. “Oh God. Yes. Like that.”
I switched to her other breast, applying what I’d learned, and was rewarded with her nails scraping against my scalp.
“More,” she gasped. “Luke, I need more.”
“More of what? Be specific.”
“Your hands. Your mouth. I don’t care. Just … just touch me. Please.”
I kissed my way down her stomach, taking my time despite her pleading. When I reached the waistband of her leggings, I looked up at her. “Here?”
“God, yes.”
I hooked my fingers under the elastic and slowly pulled her pants down her legs. She lifted her hips to help, and when they were finally off, I could see the wet spot on her underwear—simple cotton, nothing fancy, and somehow that made it hotter.
“These too?” I asked, already knowing the answer but wanting to hear her say it.
“Everything.”
I peeled off her underwear, and the scent of her arousal hit me immediately, making my mouth water. I’d read about this, too—how taste and scent played into arousal—but I hadn’t expected my body to respond so viscerally.
I settled between her legs, and Holly went very still.
“Luke.” Her voice caught. “You don’t have to. If you’re not really into that, we can just—”
I looked up at her, confused by the sudden shift in her tone, by the words she was speaking. “Not into what?”
Her cheeks flushed deeper, and she wouldn’t quite meet my eyes. “Going down on me. Some guys don’t like it, and that’s okay. Eric always said it was—” She stopped, and swallowed. “You don't have to.”
Something hot and protective flared in my chest. “Eric was a fucking idiot who didn’t deserve you.”
“Luke,” she said, her voice almost pleading.
“I’ve thought about this. At length,” I said, holding her gaze.
“About how you’d taste. What sounds you’d make.
How you’d look when you came on my tongue.
” I kissed her inner thigh, feeling her shiver.
“So, unless you don’t want me to, I’m going to spend a very long time down here making you scream. ”
Holly’s breath hitched. “I want you to. God, I want you to. I just—I didn’t want you to feel like you had to—”
“Holly.” I waited until her eyes found mine again. “I don’t do anything I don’t want to do. Ever. And I really want to do this.”
Her exhale was shaky as uncertainty gave way to something that looked a lot like hope. “Okay. Yes. Please.”
I started slowly—kisses dotted along her inner thighs, deliberately avoiding her pussy. She squirmed, trying to direct me, but I held her hips still.
“Patience.”
“I don’t want to be patient. If you’re all in, I am too. I want your mouth on me.”
“And you’ll get it.” I moved my mouth closer. “I promise. But I want to take my time. I want to savor you.”
“You’re killing me.”
“I guarantee you’ll survive.”
When I finally dragged my tongue through her slit, the movement slow and deliberate, Holly’s back arched off the ground, and she cried out. The taste of her flooded my senses: tangy and slightly sweet and utterly intoxicating.
I’d known in theory that I would enjoy this, but the reality was overwhelming.
I wanted to drown in her.
“Oh fuck,” she gasped, her hands flying to my hair and holding me against her. “Luke. Oh my God.”
Again, I focused on learning her: which touches made her gasp, which made her hips buck, where she was most sensitive. Her clit was swollen and responsive, and when I closed my lips around it and sucked gently, she nearly came off the floor.
“There. Right there. Don’t stop.”
To be clear, I had zero intention of stopping.
I worked her with my tongue and lips, finding a rhythm that had her thighs trembling. When I added a finger to the mix, she moaned so loudly I was briefly grateful I didn’t have any neighbors close by.
“More,” she demanded, rocking against my hand. “I can take more.”
I added a second finger, curling them the way I’d studied, searching for that spot that was supposed to feel different from the surrounding tissue. When I found it, Holly’s entire body went rigid.
“Oh fuck. Oh fuck. That’s—you found—”
I stroked that spot while my mouth worked her clit, and Holly’s inner walls clenched around my fingers, while her thighs clamped tightly around my head.
And then, just as she was about to tip over … I stopped.
Her eyes flew open. “What—why did you—”
“Not yet.” I kissed her inner thigh, feeling her pulse race under my lips. “I want to make this last.”
“Luke.” Her voice came out high and desperate-sounding. “I was so close.”
“I know. And I’m going to get you there. I promise. But not yet.”
I went back to work, building her back up with deliberate care. It took longer this time for her to approach that edge, and when she did, I could see the tension in every line of her body.
“Please,” she whimpered. “Please, Luke, I need—”
I stopped again.
“No!” She cried. “You can’t keep—”
“I can.” I kissed my way up her body until I could look her in the eyes. They were wild, her cheeks flushed, her lips swollen, presumably from biting them. She was the most beautiful thing I’d ever seen.
She grabbed my face and kissed me desperately. “I just need to come. I need it so badly.”
“You will. I promise you will. But I’m going to make us both earn it first.”