10. Chapter 9
Chapter 9
Luke
N ancy is warm beneath my hands, soft in all the ways that make me want to take my time with this. But there’s also a fire in her, a quiet urgency in the way her fingers drag across my skin, pulling me closer, pulling me deeper into something I wasn’t sure I even wanted… until now.
Her breath hitches as I press a slow kiss to the curve of her hip, my fingers tracing the bare skin of her waist, her ribs, the delicate line of her spine. She’s watching me, eyes half-lidded, lips parted, her chest rising and falling a little faster than before.
I want to hear more of those quiet little breaths. I want to learn what makes her gasp, what makes her arch into me without thinking.
My hands slide higher, teasing at the edge of her knickers.
She shivers slightly under my touch, her fingers curling into my hair. “Luke.”
My name leaves her lips like a request, like a challenge, and something tightens in my chest at the sound of it.
I move back up, kissing her again, slow and deep, feeling the way she sinks into it, the way her hands wander over my skin like she’s memorising me.
She pulls back slightly, her forehead resting against mine, breathless.
“Do you always take your time like this?” she murmurs, her fingers dragging lightly down my spine.
I smirk, brushing my lips over her jaw. “Only when I want to do something properly.”
Her breath stutters, and I feel her smile against my skin.
“Then don’t stop.”
Nancy’s words pulse in my head, sinking into my skin.
Then don’t stop.
Like I ever would.
I tighten my grip, sliding my hands beneath her thighs as I lift her easily. A quiet gasp escapes her, but she doesn’t protest. Her arms wrap around my neck, her body warm against mine as I carry her towards the stairs.
She presses her lips to my jaw, slow and teasing, as I take the steps two at a time, the heat of her breath making it very clear that patience is going to be a struggle.
I push open the bedroom door and step inside, the room dimly lit from the soft spill of the sunset outside. The bed sits against the far wall, the duvet neatly in place. For now.
I set her down, her bare feet hitting the cool floor, but she doesn’t move away. Instead, her fingers dip beneath the waistband of my shorts, skimming lightly over my hips before she looks up at me, eyes full of something dangerous.
“Your turn,” she murmurs, giving a slow tug.
Not yet.
I shake my head, my hands sliding over her waist, her ribs, trailing lower. “Yours first.”
She exhales, a slow, wicked smile playing at the corner of her mouth. Her fingers trail up my chest, skimming across my skin before she steps back, holding my gaze as her hands move to her bra straps.
She pushes them down slowly, teasingly, letting the thin material slide from her shoulders, exposing the top of her tits.
I clench my hands at my sides, jaw tightening as she unhooks it and lets it fall away completely.
She holds my gaze as her fingers hook into the waistband of her knickers, sliding them down slowly, teasingly. The last scrap of fabric falls to the floor, leaving her completely bare before me.
I swallow, my hands still clenched at my sides, every muscle in my body tight with restraint. She isn’t shy. If anything, she looks deliberate, confident in the way she moves, in the way she lets me see her.
My eyes flick down to her mound—not hairless, but neatly trimmed, soft curves leading to smooth thighs. The sight of her like this, so natural, so utterly unbothered by the moment, makes something tighten in my chest.
She steps closer, her hands sliding up my stomach, her touch featherlight, teasing. Her fingers dip to my waistband, unbuttoning my cargo shorts with the same slow ease she’d used on her own clothes.
The fabric loosens instantly.
She doesn’t hesitate.
Pushing my shorts and boxers down together, her hands skim over my hips as she strips me completely.
The air shifts between us.
My pulse pounds as she takes me in, her gaze flicking over my body, lingering on my rock-hard cock for a few seconds, making my skin prickle under the attention.
I exhale slowly, bare in every possible way.
And then she lifts her eyes back to mine.
And I lose whatever control I had left.
I step forward, my hands sliding over her waist, up the curve of her back, feeling the warmth of her skin under my palms. She doesn’t hesitate as I lift her, her legs wrapping around my hips instinctively.
Her breath catches as I carry her the short distance to the bed, lowering her onto the mattress with slow, deliberate ease. She sinks into the duvet, hair spilling out around her, her lips slightly parted, chest rising and falling just a little faster now.
I take my time. Letting my fingers explore the shape of her, the softness, the warmth. Letting my mouth follow.
Nancy shivers under my touch, her hands sliding into my hair as I kiss my way down her body, trailing over her collarbone, the curve of her breast, the dip of her stomach.
Her fingers tighten slightly when I reach her thighs, but she doesn’t stop me.
She wouldn’t.
I part her legs, pressing a slow kiss to the inside of her knee before trailing higher. Her breathing stutters, her hands gripping the duvet now.
When I take my first lick of her glistening pussy, she gasps, her back arching off the mattress.
I take my time with her, learning what makes her sigh, what makes her hips shift, what makes her breath catch completely. I suck on her clit and it is clear that she is close. I double my efforts and add, first one, then a second finger to her pussy.
“Luke,” she cries out.
“Don’t hold back, Darling. You taste so good. I want you to come right in my mouth.” I draw the little nub into my mouth and flick my tongue over it.
That does it. She comes undone beneath me, her hands tangled in my hair, my name falling from her lips. I realise something.
I don’t think I’ll ever get enough of her.
Nancy is breathless, her body soft and pliant, her fingers still tangled in my hair. Her skin is flushed, her chest rising and falling as she tries to steady herself.
But I’m not done with her.
Not even close.
She shifts, her thighs trembling slightly as she hooks a leg around my waist, pulling me up towards her. Her hands skim over my shoulders, down my back, nails pressing just enough to make my breath hitch.
“Luke,” she whispers, her voice thick with need.
I kiss her, swallowing the sound, but she pulls back just enough to meet my eyes. There’s a fire there, desperate and unashamed.
“I need you,” she murmurs, shifting beneath me, pressing up against me. “Now.”
Heat coils in my stomach at the way she says it, at the sheer urgency in her voice. My dick twitches in anticipation.
I press my forehead against hers, trying to keep hold of the last shred of control I have. “Yeah?” My voice is hoarse, rougher than I intended.
She nods, her lips brushing against mine. “Please.”
I groan softly, pressing a lingering kiss to her mouth before reaching into the bedside drawer, fumbling for a condom. My hands aren’t usually this unsteady, but, then again, nothing about Nancy makes me feel in control.
I tear the packet open with my teeth, roll the condom on quickly, and settle between her thighs.
She’s warm, inviting, ready.
I slide against her, teasing, letting her feel just how much I want this, want her.
Nancy lets out a shaky breath, her hands tightening on my arms. “Stop teasing.”
I smirk, brushing my lips against hers. “I like hearing you beg.”
She exhales a breathy laugh, but it catches when I push forward, slow, deliberate, sinking into her inch by inch.
Her nails bite into my skin, her breath stuttering against my mouth. “Oh my God.”
I grip her hips, forcing myself to go slow, savouring the feeling of being inside her, the way she wraps around me, the way she sighs as I fill her completely.
“Fuck, Nancy,” I mutter, my forehead dropping to her shoulder. “You feel—” I cut myself off with a groan, rolling my hips slightly just to watch the way her head falls back, her lips parting with a soft, desperate sound.
Her hands slide into my hair again, tugging me down into another kiss as I start to move, slow and deep, drinking in every gasp, every breathless moan.
“More,” she whispers against my lips, her body arching into mine.
I tighten my grip on her hips, pulling back slightly before thrusting in again, harder this time, and she shatters beneath me. Her tight pussy strangles my cock in the best way possible.
Her gasp turns into a moan, her nails raking down my back as her legs tighten around me.
“Darling, you feel so good. This just feels perfect. I don’t think I can hold back any longer,” I growl, the control I’d been clinging to slipping fast.
She rocks against me, meeting my movements, her hands gripping my shoulders like she’s holding on for dear life. The slow, controlled rhythm quickly dissolves into something hotter, messier, more desperate.
The sounds she makes, the way she moves, the way she takes me in completely—it’s undoing me, piece by piece.
I don’t know how long we move together like this, lost in each other, chasing something that feels bigger than both of us.
But when she tightens around me, her entire body trembling, her breathy moans turning into a broken cry of my name, I follow right after her, burying myself deep as I come undone.
For a long moment, neither of us moves, the only sound in the room our ragged breathing, the faint rustle of the duvet as I lower myself onto my forearms, my forehead resting against hers.
Nancy lets out a shaky laugh, her fingers tracing lazy circles along my spine. “That was…”
I lift my head, pressing a slow, lingering kiss to her lips before murmuring, “Yeah.”
Because no words are going to do that justice.