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“I want you too, Natasha,” he says through kisses. “It’s been so fucking long that I’ve thought about doing this.”
“Call me Nat.” I gasp when he grinds against me once more and he gives a throaty laugh. “I liked it.”
Recognising that we’re dry humping in the corridor, I fumble with my bag to get my keys, turning away from him towards the lock. He stands behind me, pressing his hard body into me; his erection digs into the base of my spine and his hand slides lower, over my hips to the hem of my dress, following the line around until he reaches the inside of my thigh.
“I need you, Nat.” His other hand drifts over my breast finding the already stiff peak of my nipple and gently strokes it through the fabric of my dress.
“Oh, god,” I moan, my head dropping back against his shoulder when he teases across my underwear.
When he realises I’m so distracted that I’ve stopped trying to open the door, he reaches over me and pushes it open with a clatter, walking me inside.
“Ever since I saw you in this little black mini dress all I’ve thought about is stripping you out of it,” he says in my ear and more sparks my down my spine.
“Do it.” I relinquish all control to him. “Please do it.”
Slowly, he peels down the zip at the back, letting the light material of the dress drop to the floor.
“Fuck,” he breathes as all I’m left in is a minuscule black lace thong and my heels. I glance over my shoulder to see him taking me in, his eyes almost black with need. “Nat, you look incredible.”
He kisses me again, allowing his hands to roam all over me, skimming my stomach until he reaches my breasts. He turns me in his arms so I’m looking up at him as he toys with my nipples again.
With one hand on his neck as we kiss, I palm against his jeans with the other, slowly unbuttoning the fly, and push them down to his ankles so he can step out of them. Somehow, he manages to throw his t-shirt aside and manoeuvre me down onto the couch where he towers over me.
Fuck, he looks like my wildest fantasy come to life.
“So many times, I’ve dreamed about this.” He strokes over the lace that barely covers me. “So many times, I’ve fantasised about how you’d taste and the noises you’d make.”
“You don’t need to fantasise about it anymore. I’m all yours,” I say, grinding myself against him.
He slips beneath the fabric, gliding his thick fingers over the sensitive flesh as if he has a map of my body telling him where my favourite parts are.
I cry in protest when he takes his fingers back, but then he sucks them into his mouth with a contented sigh. It’s quite possibly the sexiest thing I’ve ever seen.
Crushing his mouth against mine, our kiss resumes. He drops his hand to meet the heat radiating between my thighs. Finally he pushes two long thick fingers deep inside me. I cry out, the sound stilted by his kiss as he strokes me from the inside. I can barely think straight. All I can focus on is how I never want to go another day in my life without this. Without him.
My orgasm builds quickly, but I’m not ready yet. “Wait, I’m too close!” I cry.
“I want to taste you.” He withdraws his fingers and rests back on his heels. He’s straining against his boxers, so I grip and rub him through the fabric. He leans into my touch, grinding against my hand with a deep groan.
Hooking his fingers in the waistband of my thong, he peels it slowly down my legs before effortlessly picking me up and flipping us so that he’s lying on the sofa beneath me. He nudges my legs and I crawl above him. His mischievous eyes meet mine as he places his tongue where I need him most. I cry with pleasure as his lips seal around my clit.
Okay, Luke beneath me as I writhe from his touch, is the sexiest thing I’ve ever seen.
I grip the back of the couch with one hand and bury the other into his hair, tugging gently as he devours me. He licks and sucks softly and slowly, alternating with his fingers as if he’s savouring the moment as much as I’m trying to.
He urges me on with a firm hand on my hips so I’m grinding against his mouth. This only drives me faster towards my release and judging by the encouraging sounds of pleasure coming from him, he knows exactly what he’s doing to me.
“Oh, Luke,” I moan loudly as I completely shatter against him. My climax hits and my body spasms on top of him. “Yes!” I cry again and again, riding it out.
He stays with me, licking and toying with me gently as my orgasm ravages through my body, leaving me limp and dazed.
Chapter Fourteen
Luke
Post-orgasm Natasha is probably the most relaxed I’ve ever seen her. Her neck and breasts are flushed pink and her eyes are glassy and satisfied. She’s unsteady on her feet as she stands, laughing as she sways to take off her forgotten heels before climbing back on to my lap and kissing me slowly.
“Watching you fall apart like that is my new favourite thing,” I say against her mouth as we kiss.
