Thirty-Six
THIRTY-SIX
LUCAS
T he first taste of her feels celestial.
Leora is better than any dessert I’ve ever had, and I don't think I’ll ever forget the taste of her. And every time she moans, my cock grows harder. It should be impossible to be this turned on, but with her, I’m learning that nothing is impossible. As soon as my tongue touched her pussy, I was welcomed by a flood of desire. I wish I could bottle her up.
I want to take my time. I need her to crave me again and again after this, because I know I will remain starved for her.
"Lucas," she breathes out my name in a way that makes me want to record it and play it on repeat forever.
I slow my pace and pull away for a second. "Tell me what you want and I’ll give it to you." The heat in her gaze is mesmerizing. "I’ll give you the world if you ask for it."
She smiles at my words. "You. I want you ."
I dive back down, this time to wrap my lips around her clit and suck. I want her squirming under my touch.
"Lucas," she says, this time with much more need. "I’m close."
I pull away.
"No. What are you doing?" I’m met by furrowed brows and a parted mouth, and I smile. As much as I want her to come on my tongue right this second, she also needs a little punishment after yesterday.
"You didn't think I would make it that easy for you."
Her brows furrow and eyes narrow as she speaks, "Lucas!" She’s becoming increasingly annoyed, and that’s exactly what I want. I want her frustrated, and I want her angry. I want her filled with so much need she’ll almost burst. Exactly like I’ve been feeling.
"You didn't think you could shut me out and then meet another man without being punished, did you?"
"Punished? I already said I was sorry."
I grab her and pull her along with me. I make her stand up in front of me as I sit down at the edge of the bed, her confused green eyes scrutinizing me. She’s gloriously naked and before I tell her what I want to do to her, I take in every curve.
"Not enough. I need you to lay down over my knees."
Her eyes grow wide when she catches on to what I have planned for her.
"I’m sorry?"
"Do I need to repeat myself? Over my knees, wife ."
"You want to spank me?"
"Didn’t I promise you that I would turn your laughs into screams? I keep my word, Leora. Now, lay down if you want me to consider fucking you."
She hesitates, but before she gets a chance, I pull her down on me so that her stomach is lying flat on my knees, her ass gloriously presented to me.
It’s begging me to take a bite—so I do.
"Did you just bite me ?" She turns her face to me, frowning, but she can’t hide the little curious smile that curls the corner of her lip. She wiggles her body on my knee and I put an arm over her back to keep her still.
"I couldn’t help myself." I shrug.
I use my other hand to caress her full ass, massaging and squeezing it.
"Do you remember your safeword, Leora?"
"W-what?"
"Your safeword, say it to me," I say, needing her to understand the rules before I continue.
"Amaretto."
"Use it if you need me to stop, okay?" I reassure her.
"Okay."
My hand continues massaging her, trying to relax her. Just as she does, I raise my hand and land a slap on her left cheek, the crack echoing in the room together with Leora’s gasps. She doesn't use the safeword, but I need to check in to see if she’s still alright with it. "Do you want to use your safeword?"
She takes a few seconds, her eyes on me before she shakes her head. "No."
"Are you sure?"
She nods.
My hand lands two more slaps, moving between her left and right cheek, before my fingers find her even wetter than she was before. She’s dripping wet, her need soaking my leg.
"You’re liking your punishment, aren't you?" Her body tries to move against my fingers, but I hold her in place. She’s not in control here—I am, and I decide how much pressure she can have.
I remove my fingers, and she blows out air. "Lucas, please."
"Please what, Leora?"
"Just stop teasing me."
"Do you want to use your safeword?"
"No." She huffs in frustration and I land three more slaps on her ass, leaving it red with my handprint. She hisses, but when my palm sooths her ass, she melts into me before I grab her waist and throw her back down on the bed.
I climb over her, hovering as her eyes meet mine. Her brown hair lays like a halo against the white sheets. Beautiful.
I bend down, dragging my teeth over her earlobe. "Tell me what you want, Leora."
"You know what I want," she says, breathlessly.
"Tell me," I insist, my gaze locked on her.
A nervous smile spreads across her lips before she hides her face under her hands.
"No. No hiding from me,” I whisper, gently pulling her hands away, my need for her clear in my eyes.
"I—" she starts, but she stops herself, taking her lips between her teeth.
"Say it," I command.
"I want you," she finally confesses, her voice trembling with desire, "inside me."
Fuck.
Hearing her say those words stirs something deep within me, and I want that, too. I want it so bad. But not yet. I told her what I was going to do, and by the looks of her, she’s ready to come again.
"If you want me inside you so badly, then I need you to come for me." My mouth finds her pussy again, and this time, I’m not gentle or slow. I devour her as if she’s my last meal, needing her to come on my tongue right this second.
She grabs a handful of my hair as she presses herself tighter against my mouth, her whimpers coming faster.
"Now, Leora," I order as I wrap my arm around her thighs to keep her in place. I suck her into my mouth while pushing two fingers inside her, curling them to hit the right spot.
She comes with a scream, my name on her tongue and her arousal on mine.
I want more.
I need more.
She’s the drug I never knew I craved, and now I’m addicted.
"That was . . . amazing." Her lips twitch and there's a slight blush on her face, as if she’s embarrassed.
"That’s two," I say as I climb back up to kiss her. When we pull apart, she licks her lips. The sight of her tasting herself lights an even bigger fire within me.
I look down on her, mesmerized by what I see. The light from the windows shines on her naked body. "You are the most beautiful being I’ve ever laid my eyes on."
"Condom. Get a condom, now." Her demanding tone spurs me on.
"So needy," I laugh at her impatience as I grab one from my nightstand and step out of my clothes before I roll the condom on. When I look back up, I find her staring. Not at me directly, but at my cock.
"Is something wrong?"
I can't help but smile at the look on her face. Her eyes are large and her mouth is slightly open. "You’re huge."
I slowly climb back onto the bed, my gaze fixed on her. As I reach her side, my lips find her nose. "You can handle it."
Her eyes shimmer as she looks at me, and all I can think about is having them on mine when I fuck her.
I slowly spread her legs, rubbing my cock against her, coating it in her arousal.
Leora sighs deeply. "Lucas, stop playing with me."
She’s so frustrated, and I love it. I answer with a laugh as I line myself up. "You want me that bad?"
Her hand strokes my cheek. "Yes."
"Yes, what ?" I press.
Her hand leaves my cheek. Instead, she grabs my chin between her thumb and forefinger, her grip firm.
"Yes, please. Can you fuck me now?"
I grab a hold of her hips with both my hands as I press forward, slowly sinking into her. Her eyes close as we both groan together in harmony.
"Just like that, baby. Take it all." I bury myself fully inside. Her nails dig into my back, drawing a raw, animalistic growl from my throat.
She feels incredible—better than anything I’ve ever felt before. I try to be still, letting her get accustomed to me before I start moving, but fuck , it’s like she was made for me—like we’re perfectly molded for each other.
I should tell her that she’s the best person I’ve ever been with. But at this moment, words defy me.
I wait for her to open her eyes, giving me an indication that she’s ready. When those big green eyes meet mine, she smiles. It’s then that I begin to move, fucking her into the bed as my eyes go to where we’re joined. It’s so hot, and the sounds of our bodies slamming together, mixed with her moans, will be tattooed in my brain forever. This girl’s not getting away, not after this agreement is over, not ever.
"Fuck." I breathe, and she groans in response.
Her breasts bounce with each thrust and I take pleasure in every single second of it.
"I can feel you everywhere," Leora moans, her head tossed back as I start fucking her harder.
"And you’ll feel me for days to come." My thrusts grow more intense and her breaths quicken. She lets out sweet whimpers, making my whole body shiver.
"That sound," I whisper against her neck. "I’d do anything to hear that sound every single day."
Leora throws her head back, showcasing the length of her neck and I take advantage of it, kissing and licking every part I can reach. When my teeth graze the sensitive part where the neck meets the shoulder, she shivers.
"If it’s always like this, then please do," she utters in a breathy voice.
I grab a pillow and slide it under her hips. When I thrust into her again, I hit a different angle that she clearly enjoys, because she pulls me closer and drags her nails down my back.
"You’re taking me so well. I’m so proud of you." Her walls squeeze at the praise. "Such a good girl, loving how I fuck you."
"Oh my god." She sighs.
"Not God, Ya Amar , only me."
I clamp down on her hips and continue at the same pace.
"Please, Lucas."
I find her eyes, and the look in them is feral. I reach down to circle her clit. "Again. Say my name again."
"Oh fuck, Lucas. I’m close."
I’m close too. I’m doing everything in my power not to come before her. The look on her face is filled with the same burning desire within me. I keep rubbing her clit as I thurst her into the matress. Her inner walls tighten, clutching on to my cock and I know she’s right there.
"Come for me."
My mouth finds hers again, and we both inhale deeply, savoring the moment. Each breath she exhales becomes my own.
"Now, Leora," I demand.
Her whole body tenses as her eyes roll back. I’ve never seen anything so beautiful in my whole life. She comes with the most erotic scream I’ve ever heard, and her walls squeeze me so hard. Before I know it, I’m following her into oblivion, roaring her name. My whole body is on fire with my head tossed back, as I come harder than I’ve ever had before.
I sink down on her, breathing hard against her throat before I lay down next to her collecting her in my arms as we both calm our panting breaths.
Leora's eyes meet mine, her bottom lip caught between her teeth—a telltale sign of her nervousness that I’ve come to recognize.
There’s a slight sheen to her forehead as she scrunches it. "Did you enjoy that?" Her question lingers in the air. Was she not in the same room with me? Did she not hear me roar her name like an animal when I came?
"Was I . . . was I good?" Her words trail off.
I hold her chin between my fingers, making her look at me again. "That was the best sex I’ve ever had. I don’t think I’ll ever get my fill of you."
"This is not how I expected the morning to go," she says with a chuckle against my lips, her finger going to my tattoos again.
"Me neither, but it’s what I hoped would happen. I’ve been wanting this for so long."
Her finger circles the tattoo on my chest. "What does nineteen ninety five represent?" My heart drops for a second as I remember why I got the tattoo in the first place.
"It’s the year my parents passed away."
She doesn't say anything for a moment, her touch lingering on the inked tribute to a painful chapter of my life. I can feel the weight of unspoken sympathy in her gaze.
"I'm sorry," she finally whispers, her eyes reflecting a mixture of understanding and compassion.
I nod, appreciating her silent support. "It was a long time ago. They would have loved you though."
"You think so?"
"I know so." She cuddles closer to me, and I press her tighter to my chest.
Her voice changes, and she brings up another topic. "Why didn’t you take the chance in Paris? I practically threw myself at you." Her voice carries a tinge of embarrassment, and it makes me feel like the smallest person on earth. I handled that whole situation so poorly; I should have let her know how much I wanted her, instead of calling her my friend.
"Believe me, I wanted to, but I would never take advantage of you while you’re drunk, Leora."
"You wouldn’t have taken advantage of me. I wanted you," she says matter-of-factly
"I wanted you, too—sober."
She doesn’t answer.
"I’m sorry, I should have handled it better," I say, and her fingers graze lightly over my skin in a reassuring gesture.
"And I’m sorry I lied to you."
Her apology hits home this time, even though there’s still a kernel of disappointment somewhere deep inside the pit of my stomach. "All I want is to move forward. Are we okay?"
"We're more than good." She shifts her position, moving around until she’s on top of me. Her breasts are now on full display, and I sit up to kiss them.
"I have a question."
"Shoot," I say, curious about what’s on her mind.
"What does ‘ Ya Amar’ mean?"
"It means that you’re my moon." Because, at this moment, she is the light that guides me in the dark. My one true moon.
She smiles, seemingly happy with the answer as she bends down, her lips finding my neck. The warmth of her touch sends shivers down my spine as she leaves a trail of gentle kisses along my neck.
Her tongue finds my earlobe and I shudder. "Can I ask you something else?" she asks .
"Absolutely."
"Do you have any fantasies?"
"All my fantasies include you." My answer seems to have been the right one because she captures my lips in hers, kissing me infuriatingly slowly.
"You on top of me is the first one," I breathe against her lip, slapping her ass, holding her, while she grinds against my, now fully-awake, cock.
"You want more?" I ask her.
"I need more. I need you. "