Chapter 21 #2
His fingers were calloused from weight lifting, and the slight roughness added to the pounding need throbbing through her.
Sabrina squirmed, arching into his touch, and kept her hands behind her back when he made a soft warning sound and released her wrists long enough to unfasten her bra.
Then his hand encircled her wrists again and he tugged the bra free with his teeth before putting those teeth and his tongue to better use, scraping and playing relentlessly with her nipples.
She was already hotter and wetter than she could ever remember being, and he was merciless, suckling and nibbling with more intense attention to her breasts than she could bear.
Her skirt was around her thighs, and she knew she was grinding helplessly against him, an unbelievable aching pleasure building between her thighs, like he might make her come without even touching her there.
In between gasps she heard herself begging, tiny thin, “Please, Luke? Please?” that only made him chuckle.
He let her wrists go again and she knotted her hands in his hair as quickly as she could, wanting to hang on.
He laughed again, even more softly, and murmured, “Shirt,” against her breasts.
Sabrina let go, reluctantly, so he could pull her shirt and bra off, and then to her dismay he lifted her out of his lap and set her on her feet.
His eyes were dark and hungry as he slid his hands over her hips and pulled her skirt and panties down all at once, leaving her to step out of them. “Look at you. You’re so beautiful.”
She did glance down at herself, unable to stop herself. All that bosom, swollen and aching and red from Luke’s attentions, and the neatly trimmed hair on her mound suddenly seemed very vulnerable, and with a surge of shyness Sabrina started to fold one arm over her breasts.
“Oh no.” Luke caught her hand, kissed the inside of her wrist, then put his hand on her waist and pulled her in again. “Trust me?”
A shocking thrill ran over her skin, sending electricity through her whole body. She whispered, “Yes, of course,” breathlessly.
Luke, with a tiny wicked smirk and one bizarrely effortless motion, scooped her all the way up to his shoulders, stood, walked a few steps to the wall, and put her up against it with the heat of his mouth hungry and demanding between her thighs.
Sabrina let out one startled shriek, clutching his head for balance even as she realized she was in no danger at all of being dropped, and then orgasmed so hard she arched and pushed them a step away from the wall again after all.
Luke’s laughter buzzed and rumbled through her as she writhed and bucked against his mouth, hands scrabbling against his hair again, then reaching for the ceiling just above her head so she had something to cling to, or press against. His tongue delved inside her and to her shock she orgasmed again, completely out of control as he used his strength with casual confidence, pinning her between his shoulders and the wall.
She was almost certain he kept her there forever, alternating between sucking her clit and filling her with his tongue, until she could barely do anything more than moan and shudder with the pleasure he brought her.
There were moments she thought she might actually be flying, detached from anything but the points of ecstasy in her body, though she was hardly disappointed when it finally came time to return to earth as Luke knelt and moved her down to spread her across his thighs.
Sabrina whimpered and tried to move forward, but his hand on her hip prevented her. “Luke, please?”
“Yeah?” He drew his fingers inside her thighs, up over sensitive flesh that sent her trembling. “I’ve got condoms in my back pocket, but I want you to stay nice and wide and open for me while I get one on. Can you do that?”
She nodded frantically and slid her own hands to his waistband, which wasn’t even open yet.
She wanted to touch him, but he made an amused scolding sound and reached up to slide his hand into her hair, that impossibly strong grip again.
Sabrina went weak again, and Luke whispered, “That’s better,” before brushing his thumb along her throat on its way back to the job of unfastening his fly and getting a condom on.
By then she was ragged with need, wetting her lips with every breath, and all she could do was moan when he lifted her onto himself, filling her with the heated length of his cock.
Then his arms folded around her incredibly gently and he shuddered, too. “You feel good. So hot. Jesus, Sabrina.”
She whimpered against his throat and nodded, lost in rocking with him, in the thick powerful points of connection between their bodies and the growing need building in her again.
He was completely gentle now, no teasing strong grip in her hair, only his mouth against it murmuring her name over and over, until increased urgency brought them together in a heated cascade that left them both laughing breathlessly, holding on, joyful and complete.