Page 103 of Unexpected

His eyes closed as he let out a deep breath, but when they opened, they were back on me. I shifted my hands to his arms that were braced around my head as he began to pump in and out of me at a steady pace.

“You feel so fucking good, Angel,” he groaned before capturing my lips. He devoured my mouth as he picked up the pace. Eventually, I began to meet him stroke for stroke, lifting my hips in such a way that he was hitting deeper than I ever imagined.

A muffled “yes, yes, please” was all I could manage as he shifted. He sat up and took hold of my hips in his huge hands. It was such a stark contrast, my pale, unmarked skin compared to his tanned and tattooed arms.

“You’re such a good girl,” he said, running one hand up and down the middle of my stomach, my chest and then gripping one of my breasts. “You take my cock so well.”

I think I whimpered when he pinched my nipple between his calloused fingers. His face was twisted in arousal, and my eyes wanted to close of their own accord, but I wouldn’t let it happen. I wanted to see everything. Every drop of sweat, every expression, every time his mouth parted, and dirty words spilled from his plump lips.

When his fingers trailed down my body again and met my clit, I knew I was lost. My release was imminent, and Luke knew. His fingers expertly swirled over me as he continued the long, hard strokes.

Sweat was beading on his brow, and I could feel the beginning of it collecting on my back. But neither of us cared as we lost ourselves in each other.

“That’s it, sweet girl, clench around my cock. Just like that. I want to feel you as you come.God, you’re so perfect.” His words and his fingers and his perfect strokes inside of me were the intense combination I needed as the orgasm washed over me.

I couldn’t stand it anymore, my eyes closed, and my back arched as a moan ripped through me. I gripped one of Luke’s hands that was tightening around my hip as I rode wave after wave of intense pleasure.

“Fuck, Luke,” I said during the aftershocks that didn’t seem to abate for several long minutes.

When I opened my eyes again, Luke leaned down over me with a sly smile on his face. His eyes were dark with arousal. He braced his hands on either side of my head and kissed my neck and my chest.

“I could watch you fall apart over and over again. The most perfect thing I’ve ever seen.”

There was something about the man’s dirty mouth that really pushed me over the edge. I felt my pussy gush with warm heat around him, and he groaned in response.

“I need to see it again.” And without warning, he banded an arm around my hips and flipped onto his back without pulling out of me. I braced my hands on his chest as I lowered myself back onto him completely. In this position, it felt like so much more. He felt longer and thicker and just more.

As I settled onto my knees around his thick thighs and started to bounce up and down on him, my mind went to the last person I wanted to think about during a time like that. But I hadn’t been on top in a while, and I could already feel it in my legs.

It was the look on Luke’s face, though, and the way he pushed up into me each time I moved that kept me going. I wanted to make him feel as good as he made me feel.

I leaned forward slightly, keeping my hands on his stomach and over an intricate tattoo of a snake, so I could pick up the pace. I isolated my hips and slammed up and down on him, grinding when I was fully seated on him each time.

“Shit, yes,” he sighed and took hold of my hips again. His touch was bruising and urged me on. Before him, I didn’t know I was capable of back-to-back orgasms, but the tingling low in my stomach combined with the squeezing of my pussy around his cock was a sign I apparently was capable of it.

At the perfect moment, and right when the orgasm was making itself known, his fingers shifted, and he found my clit once again. I detonated around him after only a few seconds of his skillful touch.

Whether it was the position or his mumbled, “Good girl. Yes, just like that,” that did me in, I didn’t know. But the orgasm that whipped through me stole my breath and I bore down on him as I rode through it.

I clenched hard around him as my mouth parted on a half moan, half scream. The best part was that as I was at the peak, I had the sense to open my eyes and witness Luke’s face twist as his own release found him. He yelled into the room that was filled with our combined noises of pleasure and ecstasy.

He kept his eyes on me as he pumped his hot cum inside of me. I could feel it hitting my walls that were still clenching in time. His cock pulsed in a way that I thought was going to spur another orgasm.

We maintained eye contact until we both came down and our breathing was slightly slower. With him still inside of me and slowly softening, he pulled me down toward him and made love to my mouth just as he had done to my body.

He tormented my mouth with his skillful tongue, his hands running down my sides sending goose bumps over each part of me, until I was buzzing to go again.

I eventually slipped off him and plopped myself rather ungracefully on the white sheets next to him. The world was a daze as I lay there, our faces barely an inch apart, our lips sometimes brushing and our hands roaming the other’s body.

His hands had their own purpose, I was sure, but my hands traced each plane and divot and scar, hoping to solidify the memory. Push it to the front, even, and the others so far down the line that it was never their turn.

The only light in the room was a small lamp in the corner near my desk and the lone window. It was enough to bathe the room in dim, warm light but not enough for us to clearly see each other. It was cozy and warm, and I felt safe, well and truly safe, in that room.

“If I could sit here and touch you and kiss you forever, then I would. Leave the rest of the shit behind that door, and it just be the two of us.”

I smiled and pressed my lips to his in response. In a post-orgasm haze, words seemed more difficult than usual, but I knew he understood what my actions were trying to say when he climbed on top of me once again.

The pulse between my legs had been growing steadily as we touched and when he barely swiped his hands over my core in a teasing stroke, a small gasp escaped my kiss-swollen lips.

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