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A wave of tingling warmth spreads through my body. I want to tell him—Fuck, I can’t remember what I wanted to tell him. Every word I try to say dissolves on my tongue and all I manage to get out is a moan as he trails kisses across my sternum and sucks my other breast into his mouth.
“No tattoos there,” he says with a satisfied smirk as he comes up for air.
“You’re never going to find it if you keep checking with your mouth,” I laugh.
“Are you complaining about my methods?” He cups his hand against the front of my shorts, rubbing against my clit with the heel of his hand. “I was planning to try the same thing here, but if you’d rather I didn’t, I can stop.”
“Please don’t stop,” I plead, thrusting against his palm for more friction.
“I was hoping you’d say that,” he whispers against mylips as he pulls off my shorts, revealing the thong-half of my matching set.Did I put these on today, just in case I wasn’t alone when I got undressed later? Of course not.
After inspecting my right leg from ankle to hip and finding no tattoo, he kneels down and kisses all the way up, “Just to be sure.”
“You know tattoos don’t taste like anything, right?”
He looks up at me from between my thighs, “If I didn’t know better,” he kisses higher up, at the soft junction where my leg meets my core, “I’d think you don’t want my lips all over your delectable body,” he says, before his warm mouth meets the center of my soaked panties, and my hips instinctively rock against his face.
“Goddamn, you’re delicious.” He licks my glistening arousal from his lips while splaying the fingers of his broad hand across my stomach, pushing me flat on my back against the roof of his truck.
Standing over me, he hooks his fingers into the sides of my panties and draws them slowly down and away from my body. I wish I could bottle up the look in his eyes as he takes in my fully naked body for the first time. With his pupils blown, he stares at me in awe. “Allie,” he utters my name in a long, slow whisper. Running a reverent hand from my jaw all the way down my body, he dips his fingers between my thighs and weaves teasing lines through the wetness there, causing my eyes to flutter in pleasure.
I’m laid out bare before him, while he stays above me, his cock cutting an impressive outline against his jeans. I’m aching to feel it moving against me, moving in me, but when I reach for it, he stills my hands.
“Not yet, sweetheart. Let me take care of you.”
He draws a finger up to my clit, now slick with my wetness,making slow, rhythmic movements that drive me wild.
“Okay,” I gasp, tugging at the hem of his shirt, “but this has to go at least.”
Without a word, breaking eye contact or slowing the hand at my clit, he uses his other hand to rip his shirt over his head, tousling his already mussed hair further.Good fucking fuck. Is he serious with this body? Like, I knew something incredible was under there, but sweet fucking hell.He’s a tree trunk of a man. Imposing, thick, and muscular. I’m going to lick every inch of himas soon as he lets me.
His cock strains hard against his waistband as he continues his movements on my sensitive bud, not entirely unphased by me practically drooling over his chiseled torso.Good.He keeps up the motion at my clit, unrelenting, while I move my hips to match his rhythm.
Usually, shortly after someone has me naked, they’re covering my body with theirs, pressed against me, and getting inside as fast as possible. But Luke is leaving me exposed in the warm desert air, eyes bouncing over my moonlit body with heated adoration, unable to choose one place to focus.
“Fuck.” Luke runs his unoccupied hand through his hair. “I could watch you like this forever.” His gaze focuses on the hard peaks of my breasts. “Touch your nipples for me, baby.”
Baby? That’s new.His command sends a jolt to my already throbbing sex. I obey immediately and enthusiastically, rolling each of my nipples between my thumb and forefingers as tantalizingly as I can.
“You’re such a good girl.”
Good girl? Fuck, I am so into that.A gush of wetness swells in my sex at his words. His movements at my clit pick up speed, building heat.He better not move his fingers away from this exact spot.“Yes, just like that, please,” I beg him, continuing toroll my nipples between my fingertips.
Luke listens, keeping the same movement, pressure, and speed.What a concept.Using a finger from his other hand to dip inside me, he moves both hands in tandem, working me close to my peak faster than I thought possible. His eyes are trained on mine now, watching for my reaction to every one of his movements.
He curls the finger that’s deep inside me, drawing a cry from my lips. My own hands still, no longer able to focus enough to toy with my nipples.
“You make the most delicious sounds for me.” He adds another finger inside my wet heat, massaging the extra sensitive tissue there. “I knew you would.”
He lowers to his knees, unrelenting in his attentions, and presses harder with his fingers, working me even closer to orgasm. His name escapes my lips in a cry this time. Luke kisses along my hip bone all the way down to where his fingers move against me. “You smell delicious.” He inhales against my sex, and then his tongue replaces his finger on my clit, expertly maintaining the same rhythm and pressure without missing a beat.
The added moisture and texture of his tongue is exactly what I need. He keeps the fingers inside me curved, hitting my g-spot over and over in time with his tongue on my clit. “Oh, yes! Right there. That’s it.” Words of praise spill from my mouth. “Oh, fuck, Luke. Don’t stop. Please. Yes!”
I twist my fingers into his hair, pressing into his lips as my orgasm burns through me like a wildfire, starting at my center and running in a frenzy all the way to my toes. He keeps working me through every wave, and doesn’t stop until he feels me relax again.
Gathering me in his arms, he pulls me off the roof and sitsdown in the bed of the truck, nestling me across his lap, his hard cock pressing against my ass. He makes a show of licking the wetness of my orgasm from his lips as he presses me tight against his chest.
“Never did find that tattoo,” he says, running his hand up my left leg.
