Page 30 of This Time Around

“Let’s see how much you like it.” In one slow sensual motion, he pulls both of my legs flat to the bed and then glides his hands with a feather like touch up the length of my legs. He softly slides my panties down, peeling them from my legs and drops them on the floor next to my bed.

He returns his gaze to me, his voice is a low gravel when he speaks, “Holy shit, your pussy is even more beautiful than I imagined, it’s dripping, B.” He takes the tip of his index finger and slides it between my lips, collecting the warm liquid on his finger and brings it to his mouth. When his lips close around the tip of his finger his eyes roll and a growl escapes him.

I shudder a breath in response. He leans down and returns the vibrator to my clit, circling it one time before sliding it inside. Just as it slides inside, the other part latches onto my clit and sucks hard.

“Oh, fuck,” I moan, the sensation amplified by the idea of Luke watching me. I writhe and pull at the blankets and pillows around me, unable to control my hands as the tension builds. Luke’s lips are on mine, with the faint taste of me on his kiss. Before I know it, he moves, trailing kisses down my body. Stopping at my nipples, he lightly sucks on each one before returning to my lips. As his mouth meets mine, he slides the toy out of my pussy and throws it hard against the wall, breaking it into pieces on contact. My eyes widen as part of it continues to vibrate on the floor.

“You’re not going to fucking need to depend on this ever again,” he insists breathlessly over the vibrations echoing in the air.

“No, what… Luke!” I growl out in frustration.

“I warned you I wouldn’t be nice.” He gives me a devilish smirk.

“I don’t like being teased, Luke.”

“Oh, yeah? Let’s see about that,” he scoffs playfully as he bends down, peppering slow sensual kisses along my torso, then down one leg, and up the other, getting just close enough to my clit I feel his broken breaths whisper over it as he passes. He kisses me everywhere, except where I want him, where I need the pressure.

“Luke, please,” I beg.

“Please what, baby?”

“Please touch me.”

Luke doesn’t even respond. He takes one hand and drags a finger through my slit and then circles my clit with the lightest feather of a touch. He repeats this several times, before bringing his finger to his lips and sliding it into his mouth, repeating the sensual act.

“Fuck baby, you taste so fucking good,” he moans.

I lay my head back against the pillow as he continues to kiss every inch of my body, savoring every minute.

Luke

Ileft the bar last night haunted by the image of her face when she was talking about not being worthy of a relationship. Every time I closed my eyes, I saw hers glistening with unshed tears, a shimmer with a muted glow replacing their usual bright sparkle. It made me want to fucking kill Cash.

I decided then and there I was done fucking around. She is worthy of more love than anyone could give, and she will have it. I’m done letting my doubts and wants clank against each other like balls swinging on a pendulum. She deserves to be fucking worshiped, and over my dead fucking body will anyone else get the mother fucking chance to do it.

Letting go of everything holding me back was a freeing feeling I have never experienced, but right now in this moment, it’s no match for my lips on her body. The curves of her hips, the thickness of her thighs, the perfect size of her breasts filling my palm. Fuck! Nothing will ever match this.

I trail kisses up and down her body, purposely avoiding the place I know she wants me. She already said it was her favorite. I love watching her writhing with want, desperate for me, for my touch.

She’s not the only one losing patience, so I decide to end the charades. I work my way down her body, the smell of her arousal engulfing my senses. Taking my fingers, I spread the lips of her pussy so I can see her clit, swollen and needy. With careful precision, I run my tongue across the sensitive area, circling it before going back and adding more pressure, this time adding one finger and curling it upward to massage the exact spot I imagine her toy awoke before.

“Fuck, Luke!” she pants and I lose control.

I pick up my pace as the tension builds, her legs forming a tight restraint around my head, her wet cunt coating my beard as I eat her up. The best fucking prison I could imagine. Just as her toes curl and her breathing becomes erratic, I quickly pull away and fumble with the button on my jeans.

“Shit, I’m going to fucking kill you!” she stammers.

“Baby, you’re about to come, and I’m about to have an embarrassing show in my pants if I don’t get inside you right fucking now. If I’m going to make you come for the first time, you’re going to come all over my dick,” I instruct firmly as I retrieve a condom from my wallet. I place it between my teeth and tear the package open, and as I hear giggles from the bed. “Is my dick funny?” I have to ask, my ego a little bruised by the response.

“Fuck no! Your dick is fucking huge and I love it. I’m honestly a little scared it won’t fit, but how in the hell do you make everything look so damn sexy?” she laughs.

“Laughing like that is only going to get you spanked, B.”

“Sorry, but Lucas fucking Jennings is standing in front of me naked, and is hard for me.” Her laugh tapers off when I climb on top of her and line myself up with her entrance.

“Baby, I can promise you this is not the first time I’ve been hard for you.”

As I slide in, she gasps, “Luke, it’s too big.”