Lukas #3
I’m a man starved, desperate to make up for all the lost time. Desperate to replace old memories with new ones. “Can I have you, Mags? I need you.”
“What do you need?” she whispers, using her grip on my hair to pull me up her body.
My mouth slams against hers, and I groan at the taste of her.
Whether it’s the first time or the thousandth, I’ll never get enough.
I slide my hand up her leg, curling around her inner thigh, and when I palm her pussy, she pushes against me.
With my palm pressing against her clit, I whimper into her ear. “I need to fuck you.”
She moans, hot and heady, before raising a hand and pressing against my chest. When I lean back, she sits up with a devilish glint to her eye. “Is that so?” she hums, grabbing the hem of her T-shirt, lifting it up and over her head to toss it on the floor next to us.
Her naked body is in front of me, legs spread, her perfect pebbled nipples just begging for my mouth. “You think you deserve to fuck me?” she teases, and she turns over, rising to her hands and knees, giving me a full view of her bare ass and pussy I’m desperate to taste.
She isn’t asking because she has put herself on a pedestal.
She isn’t asking because she’s someone who thinks so highly of herself.
She’s asking me if I love myself enough, if I know my self-worth, and yeah, I think I do deserve to fuck her.
I deserve to fuck her because I am head-over-heels in love with her.
Because I've promised time and time again that I will treat her right and do everything in my power to make her the happiest woman alive.
Because I've learned from my mistakes. I deserve to be happy.
I deserve to let go of the last of my grief and forgive myself for what happened that day with Collins and Davis and the rest of the guys whose lives were lost too young.
I deserve to forgive myself for the way I handled my relationship with Candi, for the way I treated Holly, for the way I neglected my family, because each one of those people has proven that they forgive me, and that I am worthy of keeping around.
I can forgive the version of myself that made all those mistakes.
The people I love have forgiven me. So, yeah, I deserve to be here with her, right now, in this moment.
“I’ll be so good to you,” I answer, swallowing thickly.
She crawls to the head of the bed, her back arching as she moves. She twists, lowering herself until her back hits the pillows, and she raises her knees, so they’re bent, but it doesn’t obscure my view.
I palm myself over my sweatpants, my dick so hard I can barely take it. I reach a hand underneath my waistband to grip it, needing to pump a few times to take the edge off.
We stare at one another, and when she widens her legs, her hand slipping between them to swipe at her clit, I whimper, full on whimper at the sight.
“What are you thinking, Lukas?” she purrs, and I don't think I can speak or form a rational thought with how good she looks right now.
“I'm thinking that I am desperate to fuck you, baby, but before that, I want to taste you. I want to lick you. I want your thighs to grip my head in a vice, and I want to hear you scream for me. I want to taste you when you come. I want you to make a mess of my face.”
Her chest heaves, and her hand moves faster, swirling over her lips. “Then be a good boy, Lukas.” Her eyes flutter open, dark chocolate staring down at me. With a soft tilt of her chin, she ushers to the edge of the bed with a click of her tongue. “Be a good boy, and crawl to me.”
My legs nearly give out at her command. I’ll fucking crawl to her, all right. I’ll crawl to her and devour her pussy and worship her body like the queen she is. This woman could demand anything of me, anything, and I’ll fucking do it.
I raise one knee, pressing it against the edge of the bed. My eyes are locked on her, and I refuse to break contact no matter how badly I want to watch the space between her legs.
Lowering to my hands and knees, I inch forward, crawling up the bed to her just as she asks.
There’s something dark in her eyes, yet soft, a mixture of desires and affection.
The closer I get to her, the lower I go, inching forward until I rest on my forearms. And when my hands brush against her leg, I reach out, curling a hand around her thigh, grazing my nose against her soft skin as she tries to inch her hips toward me.
“Ah, ah,” I tsk, using my other hand to grip her opposite thigh, and with her body in mine, I tug abruptly, causing her to slip down so her pussy is right in front of my face.
“Now, now,” I tease, running my thumb against the crease where her inner thigh meets her pussy.
“It’s been a long time, Mags. I’ve spent literal years dreaming of what it was like to eat this pussy.
Jerking off to the memories of making you come.
You’ll need to be patient, baby, because it’s been a long time, and I’m fucking starving. ”