Page 78 of Promise Me Never

He straddles my thighs, and I hear a cap open then his hands warming lotion or oil. I have to suppress a groan when he runs his large palms up the length of my back, his calloused thumbs running along my spine. He moves up to my shoulders, kneading the muscles until any tightness vanishes. His focus shifts to my upper back where he works the muscles in long, hard strokes.

Every so often his fingers will skim along my sides, brushing against the sides of my breasts. With every shuddered inhalation, he chuckles, but I don’t miss the way his erection twitches against my ass. He might be enjoying teasing me, but I can tease him right back.

As his hands move to my lower back, I lift my ass, rubbing along his length. He wraps his hands around my waist and pulls me against him, his hips rocking into me. My plan backfired as heat blooms within my core, but my legs are still firmly tucked together.

“Patience.” His voice is low and unbothered.

He rubs his thumbs into the dimples at the base of my spine in slow circles, easing stiffness I didn’t realize I had. His focus on my body has me simultaneously so relaxed I want to melt into the mattress, and yet my core tingles, just waiting for his attention to shift into a more carnal gear.

I feel the warmth from his body disappear as he moves off my legs. When he shifts me until I’m lying across the bed sideways, I glance over my shoulder expecting to finally get his cock. Instead, he grabs the bottle of oil and lifts my foot to apply it.

My head drops back to the bed as I feel him run his thumb along the arch of my foot. I lose track of time as he massages my other foot, then my calves. This might be better than sex.

That thought flies out of my brain as quickly as it flies in when his hands move up to my thighs. Each stroke moves higher and higher and then back down, only to tease me over and over while his thumbs brush my inner thighs. My pussy is throbbing with need by the time he pushes my thighs open.

I wiggle back against him as he runs his hands over the globes of my ass and kneads the muscles, his thumbs running along the juncture of my legs and ass. He stops short of where I want him the most every single time.

I’m damn close to begging when his fingers sink into the flesh of my behind and spread me open. His thumb runs along my slit until he comes to my clit. My body trembles at the contact after so much teasing. I can’t think of a time I’ve been this wet.

“So fucking pretty and perfect,” he says quietly while his thumb circles my clit. “I wish you could see yourself through my eyes and understand.”

I’m about to ask what he means by understand when I feel his shoulders against my thighs, wedging himself between them. Any coherent thoughts evaporate from my brain as his tongue lashes at my clit. I grip the edge of the bed and grind my body back against his face. My toes curl as he slides two fingers inside of me, pumping them in time with his tongue.

The two-pronged assault builds heat deep within me, my walls pulse around his fingers. My clit throbs against his tongue. Searing, white hot heat erupts from my center, radiating out through every limb as he continues to lick and tease my clit. It feels like I’m floating as I come back down from the orgasm.

Thirty

LUKE

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Istand and push my boxer briefs down, kicking them to the side as my gaze stays fixed on Eli. Her long brown hair sticks to her skin in places, either because of sweat or the massage oil I used. Either way I don’t care.

I need her.

I need her in ways that scare the fuck out of me. But the siren call of her glistening, wet pussy calls to me. She hasn’t even moved from where I placed her, open for me. I wish I could take a picture of this, imprint the memory on my brain.

My dick aches for her, pre-cum leaking from my tip as I reach forward and pull her back toward me. She makes the cutest noise, something between a grumble and a squeak at the movement. If I could bottle her essence I would, just all the things that make her who she is, and take it on the days I miss her the most.

Because there’s no way forward that doesn’t involve me missing her.

And it already fucking hurts.

“On your knees, Sunbeam.”

She looks over her shoulder at me while she raises her hips into the air. Her hands still grip the other side of the bed. “Don’t hold back.”

“Never.”

I fill my hands with her hips and line my cock up with her entrance. She’s so fucking wet I glide right in. It takes me a minute to breathe through the pleasure of being inside her body.

I pull out and then torture myself by watching myself sink back into her bit by bit. She’s fucking perfect from her full hips to the curve of her waist. I commit every inch of her to memory. She drops her forehead to the mattress and arches her back, changing the angle and allowing me to go that much deeper.

“Fuck.” I groan. “Eli. Fuck.”

My hips thrust in and out of her rhythmically. Pressure builds in my body with each clench of her walls around me. She cries out my name as I increase the pace. I bite my lip, sucking the taste of her off myself. I can feel her, almost ready to come again, the pulsing of her pussy around me a dead giveaway.

I pull out and flip her onto her back. She’s going to look in my eyes when she comes. I’m going to be the one she thinks of when she finds someone who isn’t damaged. Someone who can give her what she deserves.

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