I cup my hand around her head, trying to thank her with a caress—but it’s short lived. What she’s doing feels so fucking good, my fingers ball into a fist as her mouth strokes over me.
She’s deep-throating me. I crack my eyes open and find her face relaxed, focused on my pleasure. She finds a rhythm, moving faster and faster, taking more of me than any woman has before. It feels fucking incredible. Knowing that it’s her mouth I’m inside of…
“Oh, fuck! LEAH... Ohh… I’m so damn close!”
She twirls her tongue around me, sucks her cheeks in, rolls my balls around in her warm palm.
“Oh fuck. Leah.”
God.
I start to thrust against her face. It’s fucking rude, but I’m out of my mind, so fucking close…
“Fuck. Fuck. Oh fuck.”
My back is arching off the bed. I’m so close I can taste it. My fingers, twined in her hair now, tug as I bump the back of her throat. Her tongue, her cheeks, her hand…
“Oh, Leah…”
“Sorry.” I hear the word before I realize she’s pulling my cock out of her mouth. My eyes fly open. My heart pounds. What went wrong?
I don’t have much time to figure out, because half a second later, she throws herself onto my lap, lifts my cock with her warm hand, and sinks down on it.
The sensation is mind-blowing.
I groan and swear and start to thrust under her, lifting my hips up, pounding her sweet pussy like a fucking animal.
“God, that fucking magic pussy…” My hands squeeze her hips and start to guide her rhythm: fast, fast, fast; oh God— “Leah…please.”
I push myself as deep as I can go, and I explode. Shudders ricochet through me. I’m tossed up into the fucking stratosphere. Somewhere far away, I can feel her body—soft and nubile—stretch out over mine. A blissful haze comes over us like fog, and when it starts to clear a little, I can feel I’m still inside her.
Jesus.
“Leah.” I fucking love saying her name. And touching her. It’s heaven. My hand strokes over her silky hair. Fingers find her soft lips. “This mouth,” I murmur. “And that cunt.” My hand caresses her flank, just below the pert curve of her ass.
She digs her hips into mine, and I feel my cock start hardening inside her. It’s…pure bliss. Fucking amazing, getting hard inside the warm, slick softness of her cunt.
I take her from the back, and from the top, and then I fuck her from the side, so I can wrap my arms around her. I lick her pussy like a starving man, and Leah sucks me off again. She knows my tells this time and draws it out so long I nearly pass the fuck out before I blow inside her throat. She opens wider for me and swallows every drop like a fucking fantasy. Then she climbs atop me, nestling my dick between the crevice of her thigh.
I’m breathing hard, and so is she.
The line of light around the curtains is long gone.
I feel the press of her breasts against my chest, and then her arms are wrapping around me. Her cheek rests against my pec. I wrap one leg over hers and cup her warm, smooth back, stroking up and down her spine and playing in her hair.
“Thank you,” I whisper.
She lifts her head and grins a sleepy grin. She looks cocky; thrilled. “So what about that?” she asks.
“You’re a fucking queen, baby.”
Her grin widens. “Thank you. You’re my king.” She leans up to kiss my chin, and warmth floods through me.
“Your cunt is magic.” I stroke the smooth skin of her throat. “And so are you.”
“You came five times.” Her blue eyes dance.
“I could go for number six.” I grin. My mouth feels weird and stretched, but I can’t help myself.
“You came,” she says.
I fondle her breast, hardening as I watch it bounce. “Damn right I did.”
She winds her arms around my neck and leans down close, so her soft lips brush my cheek. She traces a line behind my ear and gently cups my jaw. Her touch is so soft, her eyes so kind, my breath catches in my throat. “Luke…you came without me hurting you.”
My heart beats off-rhythm. My mind reels. Fuck—it’s true. I really did.
I really did.
My chest tightens as the weight of it sinks in.
“It wasn’t just a one-time thing. It’s been all night.” She eases up off me a little, as if she can sense I’m on the verge of losing my shit, and she wants to give me space.
“I know,” I rasp.
I prop myself up on my elbows. She scoots off me, sitting on her knees beside me. Her watchful eyes are making my throat ache, so I get up off the bed and walk over to the window.
I don’t even push the curtains back, just stand there, flexing my hands, feeling the lingering ache of broken bones and stitched-up skin.