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“Okay,” Luke breathes into my ear. “But tell me if I’m hurting you or if you want me to stop.”
“Can you please start, then I’ll tell you?”
“Are you trying to be funny right now?”
I angle my face and look straight up into his. “No. No, I am not trying to be funny. If I wanted to make you laugh, I’d tickle you or something, not make jokes about how I’m going to combust on the spot if you don’t hurry up and get inside me.”
“God,” he groans. “I’m going to have to apologize for the short show here in a second.”
“You can apologize,” I groan. “When you’re inside me.”
Luke finally shifts down a few inches while I wriggle up and tilt my hips up to accommodate him. He’s right. He’s not small. Anywhere. He feels huge looming over me in a way that gives me goosebumps. I make a mental note to add Just stand there and look at Luke to the list of things I’d like to do to him later. Luke is so beautifully made; his beauty literally defies gravity or something. I know that doesn’t make sense, but whatever. Or maybe it does, because the sight of all that striated muscle, corded veins, long limbs, and latent power in his body makes me want to float right up off the ground and disappear somewhere between the clouds and outer space.
Luke enters me gently, and I gasp, which makes him stop. I have to grip his butt with one hand and curl my fingers into the rockhard granite there—it’s seriously like grabbing a tight, warm boulder—to get him to start moving forward again because, at this point, I’m totally speechless.
It’s hard to form words when you’re concentrating like crazy. Luke slowly pushes forward, stretching me so wide that it burns. I can feel him throbbing even though just the tip of him is inside me. I pulse back in response, then get tingles all over when I wonder if he can feel me doing it too.
He groans next to my ear as he pushes in another inch. He’s so right when he said he is big. I’m not, but it’s okay because I’m right, too, about us fitting. I knew we would, perfectly, and we do—beyond perfect. I shift my hips and curl my leg over his a little further, and as he pushes in all the way, we still fit. He pauses as if he can’t believe it. He’s trembling above me, so maybe that’s not the only reason. I take my hand off his bottom, set both palms on his shoulders, and look up at him. He’s gazing down at me, staring into my eyes.
“It’s okay. Just let go. Don’t worry about hurting me. You never could. Please don’t worry about holding back or about it being over too soon. This has all been perfect—all of it. It’s all going to be perfect because it couldn’t not be perfect.”
That seems to be all the encouragement Luke needs as he does it. He lets go. He moves slowly at first, giving me time to get used to him and move with him, but it’s only a couple of seconds until we move rhythmically and instinctually together. I thrust with him, my hips arching up and rolling into every long stroke. Luke tries to stay in control, but I don’t want that. I don’t need it. When I dig my nails into his shoulders, he pumps harder, filling me completely as we both drive each other to oblivion—giving, taking, clenching, thrusting, arching, pulsing, and aching all the way.
I have never felt this perfect with anyone. I’ve never fit with anyone like this, never wanted to fit with anyone like this. I’ve never given up my body, never surrendered the places in my chest that Luke is filling now too.
He keeps going, wildly, barely contained, and I’m just as wild beneath him until I feel my climax coming. It still surprises me again, bursting over me with a force that just about propels me straight to the nice spot I imagined before—the spot between the sky and outer space. Although, maybe I overshot things a little because I definitely see stars and maybe a black hole or a nebula or a planet or something too. It’s hard to tell because, behind my eyes, the lights are strobing violently.
Luke shudders above me just as I’m coming down from my high. He pumps hard, and the feeling of having him finish inside me is so intimate that it makes my cheeks heat up with more than just sweaty pleasure. I hold him while he shudders and groans above me, and when he doesn’t trust himself to stay quiet, he takes my lips, and we swallow each other’s moans of pleasure into complete silence while our bodies ripple and quake together.
