17. Amara #2
"I love you." There was such sincerity and honesty in his voice that it undid me.
It used to be so easy to say the words to him, but now they were stuck in my throat. My eyes filled with tears, and he shook his head. "No, Tesoro, no. Don't be sad. We have all the time in the world. I'll gain your trust. I'll show you how precious you are to me."
He placed his lips back on mine. This time, his kisses were deep, drugging, and slowly, the heat between us became more.
A tiny part of me wanted to push him away, but he felt so right, and this felt so good that I asked that small part to take a break for the night so I could be with the man I loved without worrying about how weak and pathetic I was.
"No, baby, get out of your head." He nuzzled below my ear, which he knew was an erogenous spot that made me mewl in pleasure.
I wrapped my arms around him and got lost in his touch, his kiss.
His tongue dueled with mine, and when his hand ran up my body to cup a breast, it was almost a relief because I ached for him.
His fingers found my hardened nipple, and he squeezed in that way he knew I liked.
I felt heat pool between my legs where he lay hard.
I moved my hips without thinking, and he groaned into my mouth.
He continued to kiss me, only breaking long enough to help me get my tank top off. He looked at my breasts with lust, like he used to, and I melted under his reverent gaze.
He took a nipple in his mouth and suckled. "Fuck, Amara. You taste so fucking good."
My fingers delved into his hair, pulling his head close, increasing the pressure on my nipples.
"Lucas," I whimpered when he bit me gently.
He raised his head. His eyes were drowsy, aroused. He stood up, and as he watched me, he kicked off his shoes. He took his shirt off. The intensity of his gaze made me feel luxurious. He was all mine right now, like he always was when we were together, when it was just us.
Before he took his pants off, he pulled my sleep shorts down to my ankles and threw them aside. I lay naked like an offering, and my hands moved to my breasts and squeezed.
"Yeah," he whispered. "Hold them together. Will you let me fuck your tits?
Yes." I smiled lazily, my whole body on fire, and the rightness of what we were doing rang through me. I already knew there would be no regrets in the morning.
He took his pants off, and before I could fully appreciate his thick cock, he spread my thighs, pulled them apart.
"I've been dreaming of tasting you." He lowered his head to my drenched pussy, and my whole world centered on his tongue as he stroked my slit.
My back arched in pleasure, and I groaned when he latched onto my clit, biting gently.
Each time he bit me, the pleasure and pain of it made me whimper, and each time, he'd soothe me with his tongue.
While he drove me mad with his tongue, his fingers, first one, then two, were inside me, stroking my G-spot, which he'd unerringly found the first time we had sex and never forgot.
"You taste like heaven. I can't get enough of you." His voice was low, rough, harsh, like the words were being torn from him.
My hips jerked up, chasing his mouth, his tongue. "More, Lucas. More."
"I know, I know, love. I know."
He kept playing with my pussy, and it felt amazing. No other man could make me feel the way Lucas did.
But was sex with Kath better?
I stiffened, and Lucas lifted his head. "Tell me what you're thinking."
I smiled uneasily. "Nothing, just?—"
"You went rigid, Amara. Did I hurt you?"
He was so attuned to my body that he'd notice even the slightest shift in my mood. Had it always been like this? Yes, it had, and that's what made him such a good lover; it made us so good together.
"I…it's stupid," I admitted.
He kissed my stomach. "Tell me, Tesoro, or I'll edge you all fucking night."
I almost laughed out loud at that, more out of hysteria than because it was funny. I was already desperate, wanting to come so badly.
"I wondered if sex was better with…." I couldn't say her name, couldn't bring her into our bed.
"I won't talk about a woman I've been with, Amara; that's not fair to you or me." He didn't look angry or annoyed, just affectionate. "But I know you're feeling insecure. And I made you feel that way. Tesoro, the best I've had, I've had with you."
"Me too," I confessed, feeling stupidly happy. "Now, could you go back to…you know?—
Making you come?" he teased.
"Yes."
He went back to work but pulled away right before I was going to let go. "Lucas," I protested.
"I want you to come on my cock." He surged up, and I felt the tip of his erection against me. "Contraception?"
"Still on the IUD," I told him.
"I'm clean. No one. There's been no one but you and?—"
"Just get the hell inside me, Lucas."
He rubbed his swollen cock against my clit and then slid into my pussy, slowly, wonderfully filling me up.
"Amara, I need it hard." His eyes were closed as he moved inside me.
"Lucas." I put my hand on his cheek. He opened his eyes. "Give it to me hard, honey."
We knew each other's bodies well. After all, we'd had a lot of sex. There were times it was slow and sweet; other times it was rough and fast; and sometimes, when we were overcome with emotion, it was both at the same time.
His hips snapped and he thrust hard into me. He kept his pace forceful but slow. His cock hit my G-spot at every downward stroke, and my release built up again, bigger than before.
"More," I pleaded, "I need to come."
"You'll come with me," he growled. "With me. Got it? This first time, I need us to…."
He seemed to lose the capacity to speak as he ground inside of me. I raised my hips so I could feel him deep. I knew exactly when he lost control. He began to groan loudly; his rhythm went haywire. We were now both frantically seeking our release.
He hit my G-spot relentlessly, and a violent orgasm ripped through me.
I wrapped my legs around him, holding him close, raising my hips, wanting to feel all of him, wanting to let him feel what he did to me.
In response to my pussy pulsing around him, I felt his erection jerk, and he roared as he went balls deep again.
We lay on the bed like sailors in a shipwreck, exhausted but happy to be alive. Lucas rested his face against my neck, so I looked to my side to see the damage. I'd pulled the bedspread off, and the fitted sheet had come loose sometime during our vigorous sex session.
I giggled, and Lucas looked up at me.
"We'll have to make the bed," I told him.
It used to be an old joke because we always made a mess of the bed.
He said what he always did, smiling because he was doing what I was; reclaiming us, bringing the past into the present, removing the taint that had set in when we were apart. "Fuck it. My dick is happy being inside of you and doesn't want to leave."
The three words almost spilled out of me then, but I wasn't ready to say them, not yet.
He kissed me softly. "I'm gonna clean you up and make the bed, and then we're going to get some sleep."
"Yeah?"
"It's simple. All you need to do is stay. Let me do all the work." I knew he was talking about more than the state of my bed.
"Okay, Lucas. I'll stay…for now," I agreed, my heart galloping, my fear of getting hurt visceral.
He rewarded me with a big smack on my lips. "Thank you, Tesoro. I promise I'll work hard to change for now to forever."