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“Made love.”
Drawing back, Luke meets my gaze with his deep sapphire-blue one, and I swallow nervously as my stomach starts to quiver. It’s ridiculous, I know. I’ve had plenty of sex in my life. I’ve even had a foursome that included this very man. But somehow, this feels entirely different, far more meaningful than what’s come before.
Because as we lie here, in the Aspen snow, I find I’m finally ready to actuallygivesomeone my heart. Maybe it’s because I’m twenty-three years old and out of college now. Maybe it’s because of the innocent life growing in my belly. Maybe it’s because of the story Luke told me today—a story about myself and how truly loved I am.
I don’t know. But suddenly, I feel ready.
As if reading my very thoughts, a soft smile spreads across Luke’s masculine face. “I’ll be gentle,” he promises.
And my heart positively melts.
As his silken cockhead finds my slick entrance, I’ve never felt so excited. He presses inside me so slowly, I can scarcely stand it. All the while, his eyes hold mine, the emotion in them penetrating me as deeply as his impressive erection.
A gasp rushes between my lips as liquid warmth floods my body, filling me with a joy I never knew could come from sex. It feels so good, I want to let my eyes roll into the back of my head. But I can’t seem to break away from Luke’s captivating gaze.
The intensity of the moment overwhelms me, and tears sting the backs of my eyes as I realize that this is truly what it feels like to be loved by a man, this deep connection and utter sense of safety.
I could be anything. I could do anything, and I know Luke would love me.
Lifting my head up off the ground, I kiss him, combing my fingers into his hair to lock our lips together as he eases in and out of me at a tantalizing pace. I can feel every inch of him, filling me up, making me whole, and then withdrawing to leave me agonizingly hollow.
It’s slow, soft, and sensual, entirely different from the other times I’ve been with him or Zach or Cilian—or all three. And I love that we’re exploring this new, emotionally charged passion together. I love that it’s Luke who’s showing me what making love is really about.
I’m not sure that anyone else in the world could do it quite like him.
And now that I’ve had a taste of it, I never want to give this up.
Not that I want to give up any of the other spicy, fun experiences either. When it comes down to it, I love sex. But I don’t know that a single other sensation feels better than making love.
He hasn’t penetrated me more than five or six times, and already, I’m edging toward climax, my nerves vibrating through my body like a live wire. My breaths come fast and hard as my muscles bunch and flex, moving with his body as if we were one.
“You feel so good,” I breathe, my voice unable to climb above a whisper.
And Luke groans, the deeply sexual sound blasting through my core like a grenade. I gasp as my walls tighten, clamping down on him in anticipation of the orgasm that is moments away.
“Come with me, Luke,” I plead, my lips brushing the lobe of his ear as I cling to him desperately, every inch of me trembling with unbridled desire.
“Fuck, Mia,” he groans, his hips jerking forward.
And I can feel it. That moment we both topple over the edge. My head falls back onto the soft snow, my lips parting in a silent cry as I come explosively. At the same time, Luke swells inside me, his cock releasing a powerful burst of cum.
And my pussy breaks into a sprint, spasming around him like my life depends on it. I pant with the force of my orgasm as tingling euphoria ripples out to my fingers and toes, curling them involuntarily.
Hips thrusting erratically, Luke pours hot seed deep inside me. Then we collapse together onto the cold ground.
“Christ, Mia. I think that’s the best sex I’ve ever had,” he rasps, his voice ragged with leftover arousal.
Still panting, my body numb with euphoria, all I can manage is a nod. My eyes lazily sink closed as Luke presses a soft kiss to my lips. Then he eases out of me to pull his pants back up.
I do the same, silently grateful for the tent of warmth he offers me beneath the blanket as I do so. And only after he pulls me back into his strong arms do I fully take in the world around me once more.
“Is it sunset?” I ask, astonished to find the lighting far dimmer than before.
Luke lifts his wrist to look at his watch. “Appears so. I need to get you back, don’t I?”
“I’m supposed to be ready to host cocktail hour.” I bite my lip, sorry that our date has to come to such an abrupt end.
“Well, then, let’s get a move on.” Brushing a quick kiss across my lips, Luke comes to a stand. Then he pulls me to my feet.
