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He palmed the large swell as he brought his mouth back to hers, and she moaned and locked her legs around his hips, desperate for him to prove that every single word he’d told her was true. Their lips angled, their mouths savagely searching. His tongue overpowered hers, and she felt completely taken, and at the same time, perfectly completed.
Pleasure swelled through her nerve endings. She was dying, flying as he kissed her with the intensity of an avalanche. The familiar taste of him, his fresh scent, the feel of his perfectly formed body against her softer one, flooded her senses until her entire body felt permeated by his.
“That’s right, baby. This is so much better, isn’t it?” She shuddered under the coarse rasp of his voice, feeling his erection rocking gently against her stomach as she allowed him to undress her. “We’re wound up and we need each other, and that’s okay…we’re together now. And I’m not letting you go, not ever. Not again.” He eased her jacket off her shoulders, then her top followed it to the floor, his fingertips tenderly brushing over her bare skin.
She surveyed his heated expression as he fingered the front clasp of her bra, and she was sure her heart had sprouted little wings. She’d feared she’d never feel him again, see him again, and now that Luke was here, warm and real against her, she never wanted him to leave.
When he pinched her puckered nipple, she moaned.
He ducked his head back to her lips as though he had to eat that moan. Already her mouth felt swollen for him, red, as he sucked up her breaths into his body. Softening the kiss but at the same time deepening it, Luke slanted his head and caressed her mouth with sure, precise strokes that summoned a fresh surge of liquid heat to pool between her legs.
His hand stroked her breasts, alternating from one to the other, as he continued pinioning her arms above her head with one hand.
“Peyton,” he murmured. A whisper. A reverence.
“Luke.”
He groaned at his softly spoken name, and penetrated his tongue so deep, it was as though his mouth was fucking hers.
His kiss fed her, renewed her, and within seconds, she felt invigorated and ravenous for more. She arched helplessly and kissed him back like she had no other purpose in this world, no other ambition than to be completely possessed by this man, right here, right now. His breath staggered through his lips in a rush of hot air when he eased away from her to strip off his jeans.
Her heart galloped as his fingers expertly worked on his buttons and zipper, and his hungry blue eyes shone with red-hot desire as they looked at her, waiting and aching, on the bed.
All of a sudden, Peyton clearly remembered she wasn’t wearing any panties. She spread her legs apart and briskly worked on the buttons of her skirt, then she pulled it off to join the rest of her discarded clothing. She wanted to be completely naked. Completely taken. Completely his.
Then Luke loomed before her, less than a foot away, with an erection that made her mouth drool. He took in her naked form with gleaming blue eyes. “I swear my eyes hurt looking at you, Peyton.”
He bent over her, and the warm feeling of his hard flesh against hers disintegrated her. He slipped a hand between her legs, knowingly fondling her there, in her wet, slick folds. His eyes shimmered heatedly. Cords strained against his neck as his finger slowly tested her slickened entrance. “I can think of nothing else but tasting this sweet, tight, delicious pussy again.”
His palms cupped her inner thighs as he forcefully spread her legs wider apart, making her whimper in submission. Then he inched his face closer to her swollen, aching cunt.
She could feel his gaze burn her sex as he studied it, his eyes clouded with desire as he fingered her folds. She bucked in pleasure when she felt one finger enter in one swift, precise stroke. A power surge of electricity zinged through her.
“So slick and juicy, baby,” he whispered as he bent down to taste her with his mouth.
She almost died at the contact of his tongue, greedy and sure, thrusting into her. He knew just how to move it, surely, precisely, caressing her in the heavenly way he knew she loved. Then he withdrew his tongue and used it to flick the sensitive nub on top in slow circular motions.
He stroked it only with the tip of his tongue, slowly at first, then rapidly flicking it up and down, and while he did so, she felt his finger inside her again, two this time, spreading her walls wide apart for entry, pushing, pushing, then withdrawing, only to push inside with more force. Waves of ecstasy throbbed through her.
She threw her head back and moaned, feeling lost and at the same time, home again. Her fingers locked him against her, urging him closer as her hips arched in a silent, desperate plea for more of his hungry lips.
“Yes, please, more,” she breathed as he licked and fingered the glistening folds of her sex and continued torturing her.
Peyton might be considered an aggressive woman when it came to business, but in bed, she was just a woman. His woman. And she was at his mercy, where all she could do was whimper in pleasure and plead to him for more. “Ohhh, yes, please, oh…Luke, please now…”
He indulged her and pillaged her insides with his mouth and hand until she could speak no more, could barely even breathe.
When her incoming climax made her tense and cry out his name, he pushed her to it, allowing her to come, prolonging the twisting shudders that racked her with merciless thrusts of his finger and tongue.
When she went limp, he slid up to smack a wet, sloppy kiss on her mouth that filled her with the taste of herself. He spread out her legs, and she let him, panting, still needy, her vagina sensitive and rippling for him. “Luke.”
“I’m wet just thinking about coming inside you.” He rubbed his cock along her labia and slowly dragged it up and down between the swollen lips. “I want you to smell of me. I want you to feel me when you walk, when you move, when you come for me again…”
She arched up anxiously for his cock, crying out a please.
His satisfied male groan reverberated in her insides, and Peyton bit her lip when the bulbous tip found the entrance of her pussy and pressed. Inch by throbbing inch, he pushed straight in—penetrating every bit of her throbbing vagina.
