Chapter 32

 

 

 

Afton

 

 

“I don’t need a break,” I protest when Luke slides to his feet.

He turns to look at me. “I say you do. I’m going to grab something to feed you. Fruit, or maybe some crackers and cheese.”

He starts toward the bedroom door, giving me a clear view of his naked ass. Oh, what an ass he has.

“Luke,” I say his name softly. “Please, don’t go.”

This time when he turns, I see something I didn’t before. It’s vulnerability. I know because I’m feeling it too.

He brought me to two orgasms with his hand.

Each was amazing, but the second time, I broke apart. I shivered under his touch. My body was moving in a way that screamed for more.

If he feels as exposed as I am, it makes sense that he wants to leave the room to find his bearings.

“It felt incredible,” I admit. “It was intense.”

“For me too,” he says, raking a hand through his hair. “Christ, Afton, I just touched you, and it was so good.”

I roll onto my side. “It can be better.”

I’ve never been a temptress. I’ve always enjoyed sex but initiating it was never part of my repertoire. Right now, I want Luke to know that what we did was perfect, but I’m aching for more. I need more.

“It will be better,” he corrects me. “I plan on keeping you in this bed until tomorrow morning, so yes, you will need breaks. You will need to eat if you want to keep up with me.”

I swallow hard, embarrassed that I misjudged his hesitancy but turned on by his admission. “I have enough energy for more now.”

The edges of his lips curl into a sexy grin. “For a fuck.”

It’s not a question. He already knows how badly I want to feel him inside of me.

I let out a long exhale. “Now, Luke.”

“Now,” he repeats.

He bends down to rummage in the back pocket of his jeans. Then with deft ease, he opens a condom package before he sheaths himself.

I watch in wonder, knowing that at some point, I’m going to want to do that. “Next time, I’ll handle that.”

He stops mid-step. “Later today, you mean.”

“How many condoms did you bring?”

The mattress dips when he drops a knee to it. “A few, but I’m going to use my mouth to make you come more than once tonight.”

“Twice?”

“More,” he says as he crawls toward me.

He takes control, parting my legs with his before his hands take over. He runs them over my sides, touching me softly. I feel reassurance in his movements and in the way he presses a soft kiss to my mouth.

“Tell me to stop if you need that,” he whispers into the flesh of my neck.

“I won’t,” I say quickly.

That lures his head up until his eyes meet mine. I see hunger there and a flicker of need. “If you need me to stop, please tell me. I don’t want to hurt you.”

Emotion darts through me at the concern in his voice. I reach up to cup his cheek in my hand. “If I need that, I’ll tell you.”

With another kiss, he reaches down to glide the wide crown of his cock over my core.

As he enters me, his gaze stays locked on mine.

“I’ll go slow,” he says in a low tone. “I’m in no rush.”

Nodding, I take his mouth in a kiss.

Each inch of him fills me more and more.

“Christ, Afton.” His voice comes out low and harsh. “You feel too good.”

Everything I want to say is buried beneath my need to feel.

“Fuck me,” I say for the first time in my life.

He plunges into me, each thrust deeper than the last. His hands move over my skin. One cups my ass, squeezing my flesh as he pumps into me. The other is on my shoulder, pinning me to the bed.

I cling to him as he fucks me hard. His breath staggered, his groans filling the room and me.

“I need to…” My words can’t catch up as I come hard and with a cry that drowns out the groan that escapes him.

He slows his rhythm, taking me with long leisurely fucks until he climaxes with his lips pressed against my neck and my name falling from him.