Chapter 13
KYLIE
Luc rolled onto his back, taking me with him, still deep inside. Nope, I don’t think he finished, and if that didn’t fuck with my head in the aftermath of a powerful orgasm, I don’t know what else would.
His hands rested on my hips, and he looked up at me, his expression relaxed.
“Do you know how to ride, baby girl?” he asked, and he must have seen the panic on my face.
He pulled my face to his, his mouth capturing mine. Fuck, I forgot to think when he kissed me. My God, I wanted more, and I took it, my hips grinding against him.
“There you go, just like that,” he said.
His voice vibrated through me, my hips grinding and bucking against him. When the next orgasm rocked through me, my eyes went wide, seeking his soft brown gaze.
“You’re so fucking beautiful like this, Kylie.”
“Is this good for you?” I asked.
I had never felt my body react this way with a partner, and every time I had sex or fooled around with someone, my focus immediately moved to pleasing them.
If I got good at that, it took the attention away from me.
A man easily forgot a tepid response to going down on me if I enthusiastically deep-throated his cock.
But I’d never been on top; I had only had penetrative sex once.
“It’s perfect.”
“But you haven’t finished yet,” I said.
“Because you’re not done.”
“My leg is about thirty-five seconds from cramping up.”
“Are you telling me you want me to end this?” he asked.
“No, I feel a little bit like you’re not into it.”
Luc thrust his hips up into mine, his hard length showing me just how much he was into it. Pleasure coursed through me, and I let out a soft moan.
“I’m very much into it. But I have spent years learning to edge so I can last longer. And to be fully honest, the condom reduces sensitivity. And no, I’m not complaining or pressuring you to change that boundary. I’m not quick. I won’t ever be quick.”
I thought about what he said as he rolled his hips, and I continued to rock against him. Shit, what the hell was happening to me? I could feel the tension deep within me begin to build once more.
“I want to know what you feel like when you come,” I said. Using my words to tell him what I needed. The most satisfaction I had ever gotten from sex up until today was the knowledge that I could please my partner. I stared deep into those deep, brown eyes, and watched Luc as I moved.
“I want to see your face when you lose control, Luc. How do you sound when you come? Do you grunt? Will I hear only a slight pant when you let go? Or are you going to yell my name?”
I picked up the pace, riding him faster as just the thought of making him come drove me wild.
Luc flipped me over onto my back, my breath rushing out of me in surprise.
He pinned my arms above my head, and I arched towards him.
His mouth captured my nipple, and he swirled his tongue around it, eliciting a cry of need from deep within me.
Surprise continued to war within me, as the feeling of him deep inside ruled my sensations.
The teasing I had attempted with words, forgotten as he flipped the script on me. He stared down at the place where our bodies were joined and watched as he drove in and out of me.
“Kylie, look how good you take me,” he said, his voice a near growl. And fuck, he took me hard. The pleasure had a slight hint of pain, and I fucking loved it.
“So good.” My verbal response elicited one of those smiles that told me just how much I had pleased him. I would do anything he asked, even if my only reward was that smile.
His pace quickened, his breath came out in short, sharp pants, and his arms shook as he pounded into me. He grabbed my leg, lifting it onto his shoulder, hitting a spot deep inside me that sent me over the edge again.
“Is this what you want from me? Do you want me to fuck you hard enough to take your breath away?”
“Luc!” I let out. The intensity of his fucking continued to milk the orgasm from me.
“Yeah, baby. So fucking good,” he groaned as he came and collapsed on top of me for a second before pulling out and removing the condom.
Disappointment flared briefly when he immediately got out of bed. I watched his ass as he walked to the adjoining bathroom and dropped the used condom in the trash can. I had left red marks on his ass cheeks and might have done the same on his back if he weren’t already covered in tattoos.
I sat up in bed, looking for something to cover myself.
“Are you cold?” he asked as he returned to the bedroom.
“No, but I don’t have my dress.”
“Kylie, if you’re ever cold here, let me know. I can adjust the temperature to whatever you need. But I live alone, and except for when my cleaning crew is here, I don’t see the need for clothes. But if you want a T-shirt, let me know.”
I let my eyes wander, taking in the sharp planes of his body. He had the body of an athlete and the height of a ball player, and it looked like he kept the same gym routine as his players.
“If you walk around like that, how am I expected to keep my hands off of you?”
“Bingo, baby. That’s the point.”