Luc #2
“My darling, how you’re soaked.” I push my finger deep inside her, my hand moving in time with her heartbeat, the heel of my palm pressed tight.
She mewls, her mouth falling open. I snake my hand around her body until her breast spills from my hand.
“Open your eyes, beautiful. You’re almost too much for me to handle.
” Almost but not quite. I know she can’t be mine.
But I can kiss her. Hold her. Feel the undulation of her body as I work another finger inside.
“Fuck, you feel so good.” I put my lips to the nape of her neck, and delight as she begins to ride my hand.
“Open your eyes, little flower. Open your fucking eyes,” I growl. Each drive inside her, each press punctuates her pleasure.
It feels like every one of my muscles draws tight as I watch, as I drive her there. My jaw, my chest, the hard line of my cock behind the zipper of my pants.
“I need…” My fingers slip free, my teeth grazing the seam of her ass as I drop to my heels. Like a fucking penitent. My wet fingers hook into her panties and I slide them lower until they’re stretched impossibly wide at her knees.
My mind fractures at the sight before me.
“You’re fucking stunning.” Like metal to a magnet, I lash the flat of my tongue between her legs. “So swollen, so pink, and so fucking delicious.”
A tear of fabric and I’m growling for her to spread her legs wider, then not waiting for her to do so as I make a shackle of my fingers around her slim ankle. “Now,” I growl. “Let me fucking eat you.”
She gives a keening cry as her knees lock—elbows too—as she presses back into me, and I groan into the very center of her. The room fills with the sounds of her pleasure as I eat her pussy like the glutton she makes me, showering her with compliments with each suck and slide.
“This is where I belong.” I hardly know what I’m saying as she begins to ride my face, shaking and crying as she begins to unravel. As she comes. “I would make your pussy my home.”
“Oh, God. Please, it’s too much,” she whimpers, trying to twist away. She yelps as I slap her ass. “Did I say you could fucking move?” I’m on my feet in an instant, pulling my cock free from the confines of my pants.
Her reflection, dark-eyed and opened-mouthed with shock is magnificent. “You just spanked me.”
“And you liked it.”
She says nothing else, her eyes almost rolling back in her head when I glide the smooth head of my cock through her wetness. “Again,” she demands, bracing her palms against the mirror and widening her stance. “Fuck me, Luc. Fuck me like you own me.”
“You’re trying to kill me.” My cock in one hand, I put the other on the small of her back. I groan as flesh meets flesh, and I push inside her body in tiny, torturous increments. I said I wouldn’t speak French, but a whole host of filth streams from my mouth.
“Oh, God. You feel huge.”
“But see how we fit.” I wrap my arms around her fighting the urge to thrust floods my veins. “How I fill you. How you hold me.”
“I can—I can’t.” She drops her head, her whole body trembling. “It’s too much.”
“Look at me,” I growl, then give a snap of my hips to get her attention. “You will look at me.” I give a shallow thrust as her head comes up.
“I know you can take it.” I deliver another shallow jab.
“Ohmygoddd.”
“That’s my good little flower, opening up, blooming for me.”
The next sound she makes is nonsensical and lovely.
“Just breathe…”
The earlier tremor becomes a seismic shift as I withdraw, and her back bows with a silent cry. I slide the hair from her face, kiss her shoulder and, taking her hips in my hands, I thrust.
“Oh fuck. Oh, fuck,” she whimpers, her thighs beginning to shake. “I don’t think I can…”
“Yes. Yes, you can.” I grit my teeth against the urge fuck hard.
“My legs. They’ll give out.”
“I’ll hold you,” I answer as I begin to move again. Slow and deep, I drive us both to the edge of our minds.
“Oh God. Oh Luc.” And so goes the catechism of her cries. “I-I feel sorry for every woman on the planet you haven’t fucked. Oh, jeezzzz.”
I laugh, and her body reacts, squeezing me like a fist, and making me groan as I cast my eyes to the ceiling.
Jesus God. I withdraw, and sink into her again, our pleasure climbing.
Ricocheting from the walls. She’s hot and tight and the angle is just right as I give in to the instinct to really fuck her.
Her cries turn to shouts of encouragement, the moment is so wild, so frantic.
“Little flower,” I rasp as her body begins to throb around me, scrambling my brain and threatening to take the strength from my legs. “You’re going to come for me.”
“I can—I can’t.”
“Look at me.” I give a snap of my hips to get her attention. “Look at me now.” I give a shallow thrust as her head comes up. Fuck, she is messy and she is beautiful. “You are going to come for me.”
“Luc, please, just…”
“I know you can handle it. I know you can take it, little flower.” Another shallow jab and her eyes roll back in her head.
“Ohmygoddd.” She chokes on a strangled cry, her body bowing as her orgasm hits so hard, it will probably register on the European earthquake log.
So hard, it almost drags me with it—but I fight it, every inch of my skin coming alive as she rides out this wave. As she rides me. I watch us in the mirror, one body, not two, my arms tight around her and my face buried in her neck.
The sensation ebbs but I need the flow as I curl my hand around her shoulder. Not a moment too soon as something white hot and angry shooting down my spine. I’m coming, yes, and hard, but it drags a truth through me too.
I don’t want Primrose to recover from all men as I bury my mouth against her salt-slick skin. I want to ruin her for them. I want her to be mine always.