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Oh, God. Is it possible to climax from words alone?
I do as he asks, opening myself up to his hungry eyes. He grunts in appreciation, drawing his lower lip between his teeth as his gaze falls to my exposed flesh.
Lucas moves closer, positioning himself over me as his hand blurs over his cock. "Fuck, Amalie, I'm coming. I'm coming for you, only you."
His neck muscles cord, and his stomach muscles flex as mouth as his release jets from his cock. He angles himself so it splashes over my stomach and coats my mound.
Watching my husband grunt his way through his orgasm is the hottest thing I've ever seen. It's beautiful and primal, and knowing it's all for me makes me feel desired and powerful. And most importantly, it makes me feel free—free to explore a new life with the man I love.
Chapter Eleven
Lucas
I’m a lucky fucker.
Fate has allowed me to teach Amalie what intimacy is like between a man and a woman. Although truth be known, this is new to me, too, because I’ve never been in love before.
I cover Amalie’s body with mine, pressing my forehead to hers. “Don’t be scared, sweetheart.
“I-I’m not scared.”
“Then why are you trembling?” My fingers trace circles over her hip.
“You. You make me tremble. I don’t want to disappoint you.”
“You could never disappoint me. Our bodies are made to fit together. Like this.” I palm her breasts. “See how perfectly they fill my hands?”
She looks down, watching as I shape her, squeezing and molding her gently, her skin white against my big, tanned hands. I tease her nipples into tight points with my thumbs, each flick making her jerk and gasp. There’s something so intimate about watching her expression as I bring her pleasure.
I look into her eyes, seeing anticipation swirling with apprehension in their depths. I only know one way to rid her of her uncertainty.
I lower my head and kiss her, playing with her mouth, teasing her tongue with mine. I savor her sweet feminine taste, a surge of satisfaction blooming in my chest at her little gasp when I suck her lower lip into my mouth and nip it.
She whimpers, arching into me, her fingers sliding into my hair to draw me closer. Her lips press hard against mine, her tongue defying me, teasing me, making demands until the kiss becomes a clash of lips, teeth, and tongues.
I’m lost in this woman. Nothing exists in my world except Amalie—nothing beyond the walls of this house.
“Can I touch you?” she whispers when we finally break apart.
“You can do whatever the fuck you like with me,” I say, rolling onto my back. “Come here.” I lift her so she’s straddling my thighs. “I’m all yours, my little runaway.”
My cock twitches back to life under her fascinated gaze. It shouldn’t be possible after my recent release, but I’m impatient to be inside the woman I love. And damn if she doesn’t love me back.
“Take me in your hand,” I instruct. “Tighter. You won’t hurt me,” I add when she looks at me uncertainly.
My words seem to make her bolder, and I hiss as she tightens her grip on my shaft. She cups my balls with her free hand, testing their weight before massaging them gently. Then she moves her hand in a firm rhythm up and down from the straining tip to the root. My stomach muscles jerk, my cock growing harder under her unpracticed touch.
Fuck, she’s beautiful—achingly feminine and innocently erotic. Her lips are wet and swollen from our kisses, her hair tangled around her flushed cheeks. In this position, the cleft of her cunt is parted, revealing her rosy inner lips.
“Fuck, Amalie,” I groan as she swipes her thumb over the tip to collect the fluid pooling there and brings it to her mouth. “I’m gonna fucking devour you.”
She leans forward, taking me in her mouth. Gripping me hard, she moves her mouth and hand in tandem up and down my length, swirling her tongue over the head of my cock.
“Jesus… Amalie.” Her name is a frantic whisper, my fingers clenching in her hair, my hips thrusting in time to the motions of her hand and mouth.
Reining in my need, I fist my hand in her hair and tug, causing her to release me with a pop.
“Did I do something wrong?” she asks through swollen lips.
