29. charlee
TWENTY-NINE
charlee
With one hand reached around my waist, fondling my breast, and the other making its way up my leg, taking the material of my dress with it, coupled with the feel of Lucas’s tongue tangling with mine. . .there was almost too much sensation.
As if that could be a thing.
I just didn’t know where to concentrate. It was like an all-out assault, and I was here for it.
The instant his fingers found me, I was lost. Moaning as he pushed aside the material of my thong, I pressed into his fingers.
“Mmm,” I managed. “You are so good at that.”
His head pulled back enough to look at me, but his hand didn’t stop. Now his palm pressed and rubbed me as his fingers worked.
“It’s easy,” he said. “You make it easy. Those sounds in the back of your throat tell me what you like.”
I was pretty sure I made one of those sounds now. In response, Lucas continued to work my pussy while he rubbed my nipple between the fingers of his other hand.
“You like that, baby?”
“Mmhmm,” I said. “Yes. I do. Very much.”
“Good.”
As much as I enjoyed kissing him, watching Lucas while he fingered me was almost as pleasurable. In fact, the glint in his eyes, as if giving me pleasure truly gave him pleasure too. . .
“I’m gonna come,” I said, increasing the speed of my hip circles against his hand.
“Come for me, baby. Come on. Be a good girl and come for me.”
Oh, dear Lord.
“Come for me,” he said with even more authority, his voice deeper than ever. “Come for me, Charlee. Right. Now.”
It was a demand. One I couldn’t ignore. Didn’t want to ignore.
“Go ahead, let yourself go.”
I did.
Panting, calling his name, I did let myself go. Clenching around his fingers, looking into Lucas’s eyes, I gave myself over to him. My body came alive like it never had before.
“That’s it.”
I’d had no idea what a turn-on that could be. Even more of a turn-on? Lucas was currently unbuckling his pants. I watched, fascinated, as if I’d never seen him before. I continued to watch as he sprang himself free.
Then he reached for me. “Come straddle me, baby.”
Jesus. Fucking. Christ.
I did as he said.
We locked eyes, the obvious question between us.
“I’m on birth control.”
No words were exchanged, but he held himself with one hand, my hip with the other. I wanted this. Wanted him.
My heart raced at the thought of what we were about to do.
Finally. After all these years.
And just like that, I was pressing down onto him, with Lucas guiding himself into me. I was so wet, but even still, he was extremely well-endowed. Inch by inch, we became one. Our eyes stayed locked, until mine rolled back into my head.
Lucas’s hands were now at my back. By the time I lifted my head up, we were moving.
I was riding him.
When he reached for my head, grabbing a fistful of hair, I gladly let him guide my lips to his. Kissing, grinding, pumping up and down, the pace quickly became frantic.
Pent-up longing, exploding.
Our mouths broke apart.
“That’s it. Fuck me, Charlee.”
“I love my name on your lips.”
“Mmm,” he said, his hand still firmly in control of my head, “you’re going to love my tongue on your lips too.”
The thought of him between my legs again. . .
“Lucas.” His free hand moved between us. Lucas’s thumb worked my clit as we drove into each other.
“Yeah, baby?”
“I want to come again for you.”
“Mmm, I want that too. I fucking love when you come for me. Do it.”
I was so close already.
The grip of his fingers tightened. He positioned my head so we were staring into each other’s eyes once again. “Do it, Charlee.”
His thumb circled. My hands gripped the material of his suit on Lucas’s shoulders as the need inside me built again.
“You?” I managed to ask.
“Mmm, I will be right behind you.”
The look on his face told me he wasn’t kidding. Part strained, part pleasured, his handsome face was just too much. I kissed him, our tongues finding each other.
And came.
I moaned against him as Lucas thrusted up into me, sensing my orgasm. With another thrust, the walls of my pussy clenched and clenched. And then he was buried full hilt, pausing inside me. Coming. Moaning.
We stayed together, still kissing, but gently now. As my body relaxed against him, it hit me.
Lucas and I had just had sex.
I sat up, or tried to. The warm air. Lake view. Lucas. All of it assaulted me at once making this feel like an almost out of body experience.
“You’re not going anywhere, baby.”
I wondered exactly what he meant, but found out a few seconds later as he scooted us to the front of the chair. Kicking off both shoes, he said, “Don’t move.” Then, reaching down, Lucas pushed his pants off completely.
Still inside me, he lifted us off the chair as if I weighed nothing. I wrapped my legs around his hips as he began to walk. With every step, I could feel him getting hard again. Impossible. Except, not.
“I can feel you,” I said. Part of me wanted to rip every remaining piece of clothing off him, and part of me wanted to bury my head in the crook of his neck and snuggle there forever.
“And I can feel you,” he answered. By the time we made it to the door, he was fully erect while still inside me. “Fuck. The key.”
The door was, of course, locked. I began to pull my leg down, as if to let him go grab the key, when Lucas shook his head.
“Oh no, you don’t.”
With that, he angled me to the door of the cabin, the smooth wood cool against my bare back, then smiled. “This time, it’s not gonna be gentle.”
Oh, my God.
The look on his face. It was primal. Authoritative.
At his first thrust, my eyes widened.
At his second, I held on for dear life.
At his third, I believed him. This wasn’t gentle at all. I met his energy with my own, and as best as I could do with my legs wrapped around his back, I met every thrust with a bounce of my hips. Soon we found a near frantic rhythm.
I cried out his name.
He called out mine.
“I want to fuck you,” he said, “right through this goddamn door.”
There was only so much a girl could take. The relentless pace, his words, the need apparent between us. . . it was the first time I could remember coming like this. No clit stimulation, just pure and unadulterated Lucas. The effect had me screaming his name, hoping the next cottage wasn’t close enough to hear us.
“Fuck, Charlee,” Lucas growled just before burying himself so deeply into me I was sure there was no possible way he could be inside me any more. As we shuddered together, both of our arms tightened, his around my bottom and mine around his neck. It was like we were one person and not two.
We stayed that way for a while until I wondered if Lucas would ever let go of me. If he didn’t, I wasn’t going to be the one to break the spell. For now, at least, nothing between us mattered but this embrace. For this one moment in time, there was nothing between us but love. Except, Lucas didn’t love me. I wasn’t even sure he forgave me completely.
But one thing was abundantly clear.
I was still, and always had been, in love with him.