39. Where are your pants? #2
“Ah, ah, ah,” he coos. “Keep those grabby fingers to yourself and let me have my fun.” Releasing my hands, he boops the end of my nose. A sexy smirk crosses his face, and then his soft, pillowy lips dip down, caressing mine, before returning to his excruciatingly slow exploration of my body.
My nerves fire on all cylinders, desperate need and want pumping through my veins.
“If you don’t get where you’re going, I’m going to combust,” I groan, covering my eyes with my arm.
He huffs a breathy laugh. The hair on his face tickles the inside of my thighs as he gently kisses along. He hooks his fingers into the sides of my underwear, dragging them down until they, too, are on the floor right next to my bra and his briefs.
He licks along my pelvic bone, massaging the inside of my legs with his large hands, fingers grazing along the sensitive skin between my legs. My body squirms, knees coming together of their own accord.
He pushes my knees apart, then runs them up the inside of my thighs.
“Look at you. So fucking ready for me.” Luke slides his fingers along my slick skin then dips two fingers inside me. I gasp as he plants his mouth on my achingly sensitive bundle of nerves.
The sensation of his mouth, combined with his fingers hooking upward, pushing against the sensitive spot, sends sparks flying behind my eyes. The sounds coming from me sound foreign to my ears.
“Ohmygod,” I gasp, body squirming. He increases the pressure, sucking, licking, fingers pumping in and out.
My breathing becomes labored, skin prickling as a white-hot sensation blooms low in my stomach.
Tingles of heat creep up my legs while his fingers move in a steady rhythm, working simultaneously with his magical tongue.
“I’m…” My eyes squeeze shut, back arching off the bed, hands buried in his hair.
“That’s it, gorgeous. Just let it go.” He doubles down on the pressure until I’m coming completely undone. Heat blazes through my core and crashes in waves of pleasure.
Luke returns to a softer stroke of his tongue as my orgasm subsides. Breathing heavily, I watch as he stands at the end of the bed, one hand gripping and stroking himself. He stands over me, my body limp and satiated on the bed.
I had no idea it was so hot to watch a man do that. A tingle of excitement sparks between my legs, like an itch on the inside that’s desperate to be scratched.
“Does it turn you on to watch me do this?” he asks, voice gravelly.
I can’t avoid the blush that creeps into my cheeks. I nod, my tongue darting out to lick my lips.
“Say it.”
“Yes.” I stare, engrossed in his movements, each stroke long and sensual.
“Yes, what?” He continues touching himself, the other hand fluttering across my stomach, trailing around my breasts.
Insecurity grips me. Will I sound dumb telling him that watching him touch himself is one of the hottest things I’ve ever seen? It was never like this with my ex. It was always so transactional. But this—this feels like so much more.
Luke’s eyes roam my body like I’m the only thing worth looking at on this earth. His hand still grazes my skin, down my stomach, along my legs and across my pelvis, sending a shiver of pleasure skittering across my skin.
I can’t remember the last time I felt this sexy, completely naked. The last time I felt wanted.
Swallowing, I watch as his hand rubs across the head of his cock and back down, guiding it toward my center and rubbing it along the arousal coating my skin. He raises his eyebrows at me, waiting for my response as he teases my entrance.
With a breath, I relent, casting my insecurities aside and releasing any last shreds of control, giving in to what he wants to hear.
“Watching you touch yourself is… so fucking sexy.” I run my fingers down my stomach, his eyes tracking the movement.
His hand pumps faster against his length. His eyes remain trained on me. “Jesus, I could come just looking at you, lying on the bed like this.” With one more stroke of his shaft, he releases himself to lean over me.
“You’re perfect,” Luke says, running his nose along mine.
Our mouths collide, our tongues tangling, his erection pressed into my center as he grinds his hips forward. “But I’d much rather come inside of you.”
My heart pounds against my chest, pumping like a freight train. The anticipation of him inside me is overwhelming.
Luke settles onto his knees, reaches over to the drawer of the bedside table, slips his fingers inside and pulls a gold foil square out. He rights himself and quickly rolls the condom on before lining himself up between my legs. Gripping my waist, he pushes himself in at an agonizingly slow pace.
“Goddamn,” he utters huskily, falling forward, bracing himself on one arm as he slides deeper.
I gasp at his size as he fills me inch by inch, my hips rocking to invite him in further.
It’s not enough.
I need more.
He’s moving so slowly—excruciatingly slow—and all I want is to feel him fully and completely. It’s been so long, and he feels so fucking good.
“I need all of you, now,” I beg.
Luke stares down at me, as if checking that I’m sure. I nod, and he thrusts all the way into me, bottoming out with a grunt.
“Yes,” I gasp, breathless with the sensation of him fully sheathed inside of me.
He wraps my legs around him and begins thrusting in and out at a steady rhythm. His hands find my breasts again, pulling and lightly twisting my nipples.
Our hips rock together, breathing ragged. A sheen of sweat coats Luke’s skin, and his muscles flex with every motion. He’s absolutely beautiful.
His hair has fallen into his face, eyebrows scrunched together. Every muscle is taught, as if sculpted from marble. His thrusts become satisfyingly punishing, fingers gripping my sides and holding me still as he plunges deeper, relentlessly hitting the spot that has heat building in my core.
“Holy shit… holy–” And then his thumb is between my legs, rubbing the sensitive nub until the sensations become too much to bear.
Luke groans. I can feel him becoming impossibly harder, his body riddled with tension.
“I’m gonna come, Trip,” he groans. “And I want you with me when I do.”
He dips his lips to my breast and pulls me into his mouth, sucking and swirling his tongue over my too-sensitive skin.
“I—” I pant. “I’m right… there.” A sharp but tantalizing sting of his teeth clamping down on the taught bud of my nipple sends me flying over the edge. I come completely undone.
I cry out as a tempest of white-hot pleasure crashes through me. My nails dig into his corded forearms as Luke finds his own release, a long guttural moan falling from his lips, his muscles trembling.
Luke drapes his body over me, leaning on his forearms, our chests rising and falling rapidly.
I reach my hand up and brush the hair back from his forehead.
His eyes meet mine, sparkling with something I can’t place.
It makes my heart flutter, and a warm feeling I’m unfamiliar with flows through me.
Rather than think too hard about it, I lift my face, my lips meeting his in a long, languorous kiss.