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Alexa
I hadn’t had a good orgasm brought on by another person in far too long, and Luke rocked that shit. Magician and musician all wrapped in one fine piece of ass, he pulled my orgasm out of a hat, and played my body like a fine tuned instrument.
He said he would catch me if I caught him. I didn’t think I had ever heard such romantic words in my life. And he didn’t pull away from our intimacy like he had before. Finally, he gave me a piece of himself. I still needed him buried inside me, but I knew it would come in due time.
Who knows how long we laid there caressing each other, and trying to read each other’s mind. This was our time to enjoy and just be together.
Luke broke the silence. “Roll over onto your stomach.”
I did what he asked. He climbed on top of me, straddling my legs. His warm hands grabbed my shoulders, preparing to give me a massage.
“Luke, you don’t have to do this now. I don’t need a massage after what you just did to my body. I’m like liquid.” I tried to be funny, but as I spoke, he trailed his lips behind his hands.
“I’ve wanted to do this to you for so long. Please, don’t stop me,” Luke said between open mouth kisses and love bites down my back.
Goosebumps covered my body as his lips connected with my skin. The feel of him comforted me, while his mouth excited me. Not long after he started the sweet torture, I felt myself grow wet.
“I take that back, don’t stop.”
And thank fuck, he didn’t until I was writhing under him, begging for more. No piece of skin was left uncherished. When he reached my tattoo, he traced every letter with his tongue.
“Why did you choose these words?”
“Because, a very long time ago, someone made me doubt myself as a person. But I know who I am, and I like me.” I took a deep breath. I had moved past that time in my life, and honestly never thought of that person. “Years before I met Addison, I had a friend who didn’t treat me well. She would tear me down so she could feel big.”
“You are one remarkable woman, Alexa. I like who you are, too.” He gave me a sweet kiss before returning to his torture.
Luke tongued the indent at the top of my ass near my tailbone, while his hands massaged my cheeks. I breathed heavy, and relaxed into the feelings his body created with mine. He tormented me by gliding his tongue from the crack of my ass, straight up my spine. My neck was nibbled every time he reached the top, and the top of my ass licked on the descent. His actions had me begging for relief. On the third pass down my spine, he slid a finger over my ass, landing deep inside my warm heat.
“You’re so wet, Lex.” Luke continued his assault on my pussy with his fingers. Then in a move I had only read about, he curled his finger and hit the exact spot that had me coming harder than I thought possible.
I screamed his name while I rode his fingers, and he milked the last of my orgasm. Once I was completely spent, Luke kissed the side of my lips and whispered, “Sleep, my darling. Thank you for believing in me. In us.”
His sweet words were like a lullaby to my exhausted body. He curled around me and we drifted off to sleep.
Chapter Twenty-five
Alexa
Morning light crept through the sides of Luke’s shades, drawing a line straight across my eyes. Sometime during the night, our bodies separated, however, our hands remained locked together in the middle of the bed. Usually a fitful sleeper, I couldn’t believe I kept our connection the whole night. It felt so natural to touch him, even in our sleep. I wasn’t sure how comfortable Luke was, though. His back was to me, and his arm was stretched behind him. It looked like his shoulder was coming out of its socket.
I laid there, taking in my surroundings. I didn’t get a look at his bedroom last night when Luke carried me in. The room was beige with stark white trim, and was much bigger than I originally thought. A television mounted on the wall separated two large closets. To my left was a wall of windows with a brown lounger that looked perfect to cuddle up with under a blanket and read a good book. While I couldn’t picture Luke doing that, if it was my space, I would every day. The wall to my right had a giant work of art painted with vibrant colors that made it bright and full of life. Not a bad view to wake up to. The bed felt like a giant cloud. The ivory sheets caressing my bare skin were a high thread count. The headboard was another shade of brown suede with buttons, creating a tufted design.
Wanting him closer to feel his warmth, I loosened my grip to snuggle up behind him as the big spoon. The intimacy we shared last night was more than I had ever had with any man. We connected through the lust and adoration burning between us. An invisible, but tangible pull had only strengthened over the weeks as we got to know each other. By leaving sex out of our relationship, we built a strong foundation. More than anything, we respected each other. The wise person who said it’s all about anticipation was spot on. Weeks of sexual tension finally brought us to an explosive ending.
I just wanted more of him.
Scooting toward Luke, I wrapped my arm around his chest, tucked my knees behind his, and rested my head on his broad back. He shifted a little, bringing our bodies even closer together, grabbed my hand and brought it to his lips for a brief kiss, then interlocked our fingers again.
“You feel so nice. Now go to sleep.” Luke’s morning voice, rough and gravelly, sent tingles straight between my legs.
“I want you, but I guess it can wait,” I replied as I lowered our hands to his growing cock and gave it a light pat. “I’ll play with you in a little bit, buddy. Your owner needs his beauty sleep.” I moved away from his cock and rested our hands on Luke’s stomach.
“Who am I to stop your playtime? We can nap later.” Luke rolled over on his back and tugged me onto his stomach. “Good morning, gorgeous. How did you sleep?”
“I slept very well, thank you. I crashed after that last heart stopping orgasm. I’m sorry I didn’t return the favor.” My tongue traced a path down his chest, over his stomach, as I looked into his sleepy face through my eyelashes. “I’d like to rectify that.”
Sliding further down his body, I gripped his cock in my palm, sliding it up and down his shaft until Luke moaned.
“Good morning to me, indeed. You feel amazing. Faster,” he ordered as he raised his head to watch my ministrations.
I took him into my mouth, giving him a repeat of the night before.
“God, baby, your mouth has some serious talent. Wow… Seriously... Fuck.”
I loved that he couldn’t formulate a cohesive sentence. I gave him a shy smile. As I climbed up his body, he yanked me, and in one swift movement, I was directly over his face with my knees on the sides of his head.
“Now it’s my turn. Hold on to the headboard, and don’t let go.”
I cried out in pleasure as Luke’s tongue dove straight into me.
Talk about talent.
Luke grabbed my thighs, squeezing tight as he devoured me, his tongue lapping up my arousal like a starved man. My knuckles turned white as I held tight to his headboard, trying to stay upright. The sensations Luke drew out of my body made me weak in the knees, but heady for more.
I ground down on Luke’s face, trying to get his tongue right where I needed it. “Why are you torturing me? Please, my clit needs you,” I panted.
“Oh, really? Then she’ll get me.” His words created a vibration that echoed throughout my whole body.