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His tongue was darting around, tasting her, one of his fingers sliding inside her and her hips bucking up.
“That’s it,” he said. “Just let yourself feel.”
“I can’t hold anything back,” she said.
Since her hands went to his head and all but held him in place, she wasn’t lying.
He gave her what she was asking for because he didn’t want to disappoint her.
He slid a second finger in and started to pump in and out, waiting for his turn to put his dick in her and do this. But he knew he was on the edge and it was best to get her there first.
Her moans turned to screeching and he felt her muscles start to pulse around his fingers, but wouldn’t let up. He wanted her to come and then he was going to work her up again.
He wanted her right to the point that when he sunk into her, she’d be ready to squeeze his cock like she had over a year ago. He knew she could come more than once in a night. She had then and he was going to do the same tonight.
Her legs dropped down, him realizing she was holding them up herself. Her feet were on the floor, his fingers coming out of her, but his mouth not leaving.
He wasn’t sure how much time went by, maybe five minutes. Or five hours. His dick was throbbing enough that it felt as if it was a lifetime before he could get some relief.
“Luke, you’re killing me. I know what you’re doing, but I want to come again with you in me.”
That told him she was ready. He went to get the condom that he’d tossed on the end table and when he turned she was on her knees, her ass facing him, her hands on the back of the couch.
Hot damn. “Wow,” he said.
“I saw this on TV once.”
“You watch porn?” he asked. Could he get any luckier?
“No,” she said. “It was some show on HBO. They were in this position and I was like, I want to try it. I feel like I can do it with you.”
She could have no idea what those words meant to him.
He stood behind her, found her wet heat and then slid in fast to the sounds of both of their moans.
He gripped her hips and started to thrust in and out slowly, but she was having none of it.
“Don’t go slow. You can do that later.”
She was going to give him another night to remember.
It wasn’t a few seconds later he was pounding into her, the sounds of skin slapping skin overriding the TV, but not her moans.
Or her shouting out, “Luke. Oh my God, Luke.”
That feeling of her tightly throbbing around him was just as he remembered and he gripped her flesh harder, slammed in, and held himself as he let out all of the tension that his dreams of her had been causing.
7
In The Present
Heather drove home a little before midnight.
She wanted to stay and get a kiss when the ball dropped, but she worried that she might not have the willpower to leave at all and wasn’t ready to give explanations to Daisy about where she was.
She got in the house with twenty minutes to spare, changed quickly into sweats and fuzzy socks. Luke would probably be laughing if he saw her now. Of course, he’d seen her all messed up with her hair falling out of her ponytail earlier anyway.
He hadn’t even told her until she went to the bathroom and saw it herself and combed it back together with her fingers. His brush wasn’t going to work on her hair. Not that he even needed a brush or a comb with as short as his hair was.
