“Mmm,” he hummed, like he could taste the sounds I was making, and they were his favorite flavor.
I kissed him deeply, and then moved my mouth to his jaw, then his neck. I pulled the hem of his shirt up, and he lifted it off over his head in one fluid motion. I ogled him, rubbing my lips together. My hands moved over his chiseled pecs and then down over the taut plane of his stomach. The tan skin, the dusting of dark hair. It was as fun to touch as it was to look at. He watched me observing and feeling him, both of our chests rising and falling with heaving breaths.
His hands moved up my waist to my exposed breasts. He cupped them, staring openly. The look almost wasn’t sexual, but like he was studying them.
I reached for his belt buckle, undoing it. I slid down further to remove his shorts, my feet finding the floor. I licked his abs before inserting my hands into his black boxer briefs. The same ones I saw in his laundry that time and vowed not to picture him in.
My imagination wouldn’t have done him justice.
“You don’t have to,” he said.
“Are you crazy? I’ve wanted to be…like this, with you, for so long.”
“I’ve wanted this for so long, too. Basically since the moment I met you. And it’s only gotten stronger as I’ve gotten to know you. I—” He shook his head, swallowing, looking at me with untempered awe.
“Me too,” I said, not needing him to finish his statement to know I felt the same way. Whatever this was, it was mutual.
I was kneeling now. “Can I?”
He nodded, pupils wide like he couldn’t believe his luck. He helped me pull his briefs off, releasing him. It was as perfect as the rest of him. I ran my tongue from the base to the tip.
“Oh fuck, Val. I’m not going to last.”
“So don’t,” I murmured, looking at him one more time beforetaking him in my mouth. I’d never wanted to do this for someone as much as I did right then. His hips bucked in a gentle rhythm with the bobbing of my mouth. I caught my breath for a moment, swirling my tongue over his head.
“Val. Now. If you—” I felt him grow harder between my lips. I knew what he was trying to say—if I wanted him to finish anywhere other than inside my mouth, then I needed to move now. But I didn’t want him to, so I didn’t.
I crawled back into his lap after swallowing. “Oh my god baby, you’re incredible,” Luke said into my hair, wrapping his arms around me like a vise, still coming down from his release.
A moment later, he pushed me down on the couch next to him. His hands yanked the skirt of my dress, pulling it down further. “Does this have a zipper?”
I shook my headno, and he pulled harder, sliding it down my hips and off my body before discarding it on the floor.
“Luke,” I giggled.
“Only fair.”
He climbed on top of me, holding himself just above my body, biceps straining. I ran my fingers over his arms. His arm muscles were so big, it was such a turn-on. It made me picture how easy it would be for him to toss me around if we had more space. Helowered his lips to mine. The kisses were soft at first, and then more frantic.
I wrapped my hands around his neck, through his hair, sucking his tongue into my mouth. A groan rattled up his throat. His lips pulled away from mine and he kissed my cheek, then my jaw, my neck. He lowered himself on his knees between my legs and bent to take my breast into his mouth, sucking and licking attentively before moving to the other one. My hips shifted involuntarily, muscles coiling just from the sensation of his mouth on my nipples.It’s never felt this good before.
Sensing my neediness, he continued moving down, planting kisses and swipes of his tongue on my stomach while his hands pulled my underwear down and off.
When his face reached the apex of my thighs, his breath caressed my core. He touched me first, then kissed my sensitive clit.
“Oh my god,” I whined.
“Tell me what feels good,” Luke instructed before licking me from entrance to clit.
“That.”
He did it again and my hips writhed in response. Then his lips sucked my clit into his mouth. “Less sucking and more of—” He licked again, this time in a circle. “Oh my god more ofthat,” I gasped, digging my nails into his shoulders. I’d never been this vocal about my preferences, but it was like I couldn’t deny his request to tell him what felt good.
His tongue kept working me in mind-blowing swirls. Tension spooled low in my stomach, building steadily toward a release. I was already excited for it, knew it was going to be more intense than the first one. Luke looked up at me from between my legs.
“It’s so good, Luke, I’m already cl—” I unraveled at the next press of his tongue. The release was deep and long—not a quick snap, but a lingering, drawn out, multi-wave explosion. He kept lapping until my hips stopped wiggling.
I reached down and pulled him up adamantly. I wanted, needed, his weight on top of me while I came down.
