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With this in mind he continued to lavish attention on her breasts with one hand, while his other rested motionless in place, denying her the quick fix she thought she wanted.
‘Goodness, Luke,’ she breathed.
He’d kicked his jeans off and she realised she had never seen him completely naked before—except in the sea, when it had been dark and the water had covered them both. He soothed her with words and kisses, giving her just a fraction more of the pressure she craved. As he did so her eyes opened wide with surprise and a breath shivered out of her.
Staring into his eyes, she managed to utter one word. ‘More.’
At the back of her pleasure-clouded mind she realised that she had been waiting for fear, but it didn’t come. Instead a heavy, erotic beat pulsed urgently between her thighs. Luke still refused to take her any closer to the edge,
as if he knew exactly where her limits lay. But when she got there would she be able to take that final step? Letting go meant trusting Luke completely.
‘This can’t be enough for you,’ she said, already worrying.
‘It isn’t enough for you,’ Luke countered wryly. ‘Relax,’ he said, moving down the bed.
This was all new to her, and she briefly resisted him slipping her legs over his shoulders. It made her feel so exposed. But the fight dissolved at the first touch of his tongue. And then the thought of Luke kneeling in front of her as he was doing now, to serve her and attend to her pleasure, was such an erotic notion she surrendered gladly and rested back.
‘I want to see you come,’ he said. Seeing her shocked expression, he added softly, with that humour in his eyes, ‘Don’t look so worried—there’s no rush.’
Exhaling shakily, she settled back again, with her heart hammering so hard she could hardly breathe. Far from toning things down in deference to her inexperience, Luke slipped a pillow beneath her hips, exposing her even more as he positioned her in a way that suited him. Closing her eyes, she concentrated on sensation. The scratch of his sharp black stubble on the inside of her tender inner thigh was a thunderbolt to her senses.
‘Look at me, Lucia.’
It was possibly the only time in her life that she had obeyed one of Luke’s instructions without argument, but this time she did so willingly, and a cry shivered out of her as Luke’s big hand turned into the most delicate instrument of pleasure. She couldn’t hold back and screamed his name, while Luke made sure she enjoyed every second of the violent pleasure. The waves surging over her seemed never-ending, though at some point Luke must have collected her into his arms, because he was holding her safely now, as he kissed and stroked her until the last addictive ripple of enjoyment had subsided.
‘Was that good?’ he murmured.
‘What do you think?’ she managed, when she was capable of focusing on the world again.
But a new hunger soon started up inside her. She could feel Luke’s erection pressing urgently against her thigh and was overwhelmed by the desire to have his tongue in her mouth, his pulsing energy deep inside her. The thought of them joined completely and in every way made her shiver with excitement.
‘Greedy,’ Luke murmured, though his hands were instantly at her service.
‘Touch me,’ she said.
‘Touch me,’ he challenged softly.
Closing her eyes, she reached for him and, stroking lightly, marvelled at the breadth of him, the incredible silken length.
‘Again,’ he said, ‘and use more pressure this time.’
‘What are you doing?’ she asked, wondering if she had done something wrong when Luke broke away.
‘I’m protecting us both. Help me?’ he suggested.
Luke didn’t have a shred of self-consciousness in him, and she fed on that. Involving her like this meant that nothing he did could come as a surprise to her. As if to confirm that, Luke dropped kisses on her mouth, and his eyes were smiling into hers with a new intimacy. This was a kiss between two people who had known each other for a lot longer than one night but who were seeing each other clearly for the first time.
A soft cry escaped her lips when somehow the tip of Luke’s erection caught inside her. He was so intuitive, so tuned to her needs, that when he finally eased inside her she gasped with relief rather than fright. He rested, allowing her to become used to this new sensation, and it was she who moved again first—tentatively to begin with, and then with increasing confidence, until Luke took up the rhythm and she was mindless and free, completely free. No words could express how it felt to be one with Luke after so many years of loving him.
‘You are my official sex slave now,’ she informed him much later, when they were lying together on the bed with their limbs comfortably entwined.
‘Do I get a contract to that effect?’ he murmured, toying with her hair in between kissing her.
‘An indefinite contract,’ she assured him, drifting into sleep.
‘Sounds good to me …’
When she woke Luke was still watching over her, with his face resting on the pillow next to hers. ‘What?’ she murmured when he smiled.
