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“Yes,” I gasped. Relieved with the compromise. It was a good compromise, and I needed it more than I could comprehend.

TWENTY-NINE

Hazel

An unending desirecoursed through me, and I nipped Luke’s plump bottom lip between my teeth. The dark chuckle he purred against my lips was filled with naughty promises as he moved us around the kitchen. I figured he would take me to my bedroom, the couch, anywhere besides where he decided to set me down at the end of the kitchen table.

My legs and arms still wrapped around him, he laid me down on the hard wooden surface and whipped my wet T-shirt over my head. Yes, he’d seen my breasts before, from afar, but that was the first time he was there in person. He didn’t give me a second to be self-conscious though, as he gripped both of them in his hands.

“So perfect,” he mumbled before latching his mouth around one of my already hard nipples. My back bowed off the table as I tried to find more. More of everything. He swirled his tongue around the edges, licked, nipped, and even bit ever so carefully. I was a writhing mess by the time he switched to the other one and was clawing at his head and shoulders.

“Soon, I’m going to take my time. I’m going to lick and kiss every inch of your perfect little body,” he said against my chest. His hands still kneaded my breasts, pinching my nipples between his fingers to the point that I thought I may come apart just from that. If his tongue was skilled enough to elicit that carnal of a reaction from me, excitement buzzed through me, imagining what else he could do.

He kissed his way down my stomach, pausing to kiss the birthmark on my left hip before he pulled my joggers down my legs. He did so slowly and methodically until my feet were freed, then he chunked them over his shoulder like he couldn’t wait any longer.

He ran his hands down my sides, goose bumps erupting over every inch of my skin. When his hands tightened around my hips, he pulled me toward him and the edge of the table before pressing the inside of my thighs down and opening me up wider for him.

He let out a small groan and ran his thumb over my desperate cunt. I moaned and bucked against the soft touch.His dark hair hung in his face, and his eyes were appreciative as he looked down at me.

“Already so fucking wet for me,” he said, circling his thumb around my aching clit with a little more pressure.

“We were just out in the rain,” I said with a faint smile.

He growled and pinched my clit harder between his two fingers. The pain quickly morphed and twisted into a deepened pleasure.

“We both know this is all for me.”

A moan and thrust of my hips were all the response I could muster. Behind my hooded eyes, I watched him tower over me, with one hand disappearing between my legs as he gazed at my face. He leaned down and placed a soft kiss on my lips as he continued playing with me.

“So beautiful,” he said against my lips before he moved back down my body. He moved a chair over from the other side of the table and placed it in the perfect position directly in front of me.

“We’re doing this right here?” I asked, the surprise evident in my voice. I thought we were just getting warmed up, and he’d move me.

He laughed. “Yes, Angel. Right here on your kitchen table. I am starving, so I don’t think there’s a better place.”

He smiled down lustfully at my throbbing sex, and he wetted his lips. The pressure of his thumb disappeared from my clit and just when I groaned, pleading for something, he replaced it with his mouth.

I could have screamed.

He latched on to my clit, sucking it into his mouth before he licked me thoroughly from top to bottom over and over again. He closed his mouth over me and ate me like he was starving.

When I rolled against his face, my orgasm making itself known too soon, I tried to clench my thighs together, forcing him to slow down. But his hands were there, forcing my legs open again.

He slowed slightly, using light pressure to flick my clit with his tongue as he pushed one finger into me.

“Oh fuck,” I gasped at the intrusion. My legs shook as he hooked his finger, finding the perfect spot immediately and latching back on to me. He fucked me with his finger as I clawed at the back of his head, grinding myself onto his face, chasing a release that was coming so soon.

I tried to do what I could to keep my orgasm from crescendoing, but he was playing me just right. I didn’t want it to end, but when he slipped another finger into me, I realized I had no control.

He dipped down closer to my opening, where his fingers were pumping in and out of me with skilled precision. I couldn’t even comprehend what he was doing. All I knew was that it felt more amazing than I remembered anything ever feeling.

When his tongue trailed back up to my clit, his fingers pushing deeper, and he grabbed my ass, pulling me closer to him, I came undone. My head fell back onto the table as a freight train of an orgasm plowed through me.

“Fuck, Luke, yes,” I moaned, probably incoherently. I felt like my entire body was shaking and buzzing. Fireworks erupted behind my eyes, and I just let the feeling take me over.

When I felt it subside several seconds later, I released his hair from my grip. He didn’t stop immediately but slowed his fingers inside of me, placing one last kiss between my legs.

“Are you satisfied?” I asked as a pleased smile crept across my face.

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