Should she tell him?
Fear rose up, at that thought, warring with desire. If she told him, he might want to stop, and this was her night. The one time she could let loose before real life began and she was back to the same old Tawny.
Responsible Tawny.
Smart Tawny.
Eye to the future Tawny.
Right now, all she wanted was this. She jammed a mental sock into real Tawny's mouth and shoved her into a closet, locking it with a click. Then, she summoned her courage, laced her fingers with Luke’s and slid his up to cover her breast.
He groaned low in his throat, pressing his hips against her, his fingers flexing to cup her full breast more tightly. Her nipple peaked against his palm and fireworks shot through her.
So good...it all felt so good.
Her hand slid away from his and he took advantage of that freedom, plucking at her hard nipple gently, rubbing the pad of his thumb over it again and again until she wanted to scream.
He must have sensed her need for more as he impatiently tugged the neckline of her tank top lower, sending the soft mound of flesh plumping over the top of the fabric.
Luke tore his lips from hers to stare down, his heated gaze lit by the moonlight. "No bra," he ground out, his jaw clenching as he took her in. "Jesus Christ. So fucking beautiful."
Beautiful.
The word sent a flood of warmth through her and she gave him a trembling smile. "Thank you."
He shook his head. "No. Thank you." She barely heard it, though, because a second later, his mouth was on her, covering her nipple, batting it with his tongue, sucking gently until she wrapped her fists in his dark hair.
"Oh, god, Luke. That feels..."
Her hips arched helplessly, in search of something more. Something deeper. A second later, like a mind reader, he was there. Sliding a muscled thigh between hers, grinding it against the place that needed him so badly.
She whimpered and bit down on her lip, hard.
Something was happening. Something delicious and hot and aching. Stretching and building as he sucked and she rocked. Her hips fluttered faster, rolling against him as the pressure built higher and higher.
"Luke?" she muttered, her whole body tensing as he shifted and thrust the length of his thick, rock-hard erection between the cradle of her thighs.
He barely paused, releasing her nipple for a fleeting instant, just long enough to reply, "Yeah?"
"S-something is happening. I--" She broke off as his teeth closed over the aching tip of her breast and she bucked against him. "Oh my god. I think--"
"Don't fucking think," he growled against her breast, his hips now thrusting in earnest.
All rational thought fled and her body went into autopilot, knowing what it needed. Sensing it, shimmering before her, just out of reach. She rocked harder against him, grinding her pelvis against his, riding that hard, hot length for all she was worth.
"Ah, girl, you are killing me right now," he groaned, pulling back despite her cry of protest. But her misery was cut short as his hand took the place of his hips. He cupped her core, grinding his palm against her, whispering low words of encouragement. "Can you come like this? Come for me, darlin'. I wanna see it. Those gorgeous tits in the moonlight. Those eyes. "
She didn't know if it was his words or his magic hands but one second she was running toward the finish line and then suddenly, she was there. A cry broke from her lips as she shook and jerked against his hand, pleasure so intense it rocked her to the core exploding inside her.
She gasped into his mouth as he eased her back, baring her breasts to him in the moonlight.
“I wish I had a fucking camera right now. You look like a mermaid,” he whispered, trailing a reverent finger down the length of her neck to the gentle swell of her breast.
She swallowed hard and forced a shaky smile. “If I do, then you look like Poseidon. All those muscles and that face.”
“You like my face?” he asked, his eyes still swirling with a mysterious heat that, for some reason, she suspected he was keeping under a tight rein right now.
“I do,” she said, feeling exposed by her honesty but refusing to back down. This wasn’t her anyway.
This was Night Swimming Tawny.
Moonlight Tawny.
And she wasn’t wasting another second of it second-guessing herself.
Luke stared down at the girl in his arms and had to squeeze his eyes closed to get a grip.
So fucking hot. So god damned responsive.
He tugged his cock free from its confines and groaned even at the touch of his own hand. Thank god she'd come once already. He didn't want to break his three-time rule, but he was lucky if he got her to two at this point. Already, he could feel the hot liquid pooling in his balls, drawing them up tight, ready to launch.