Page 83 of Meet Me In The Dark

“Good,” Luke said. “You can use yours. Guide me where you want me. Show me what you want, sweetheart. You’re in charge now. Use me however you want.”

Kara stepped closer, until her pussy, already soaked from their kiss, brushed against his lips. She shivered from the gentle touch.

“Put your hands on his head,” Conor coaxed from across the room, his voice husky. She did as he said, catchingLuke’s copper hair under her hands and tugging him closer until his nose pushed against her clit as he licked her.

“There you go. Good girl,” Conor added.

Luke stopped, and she wasn’t sure why at first, until Micah crooned. “Guide him like he asked you, baby,” and echoed, “You’re in charge now.”

She was in charge.

Gently, she tilted Luke’s head back, until his lips met her clit.

“Lick me there,” she said.

He followed her gentle order, his tongue drawing circles around her. Slowly, assuredly, patiently. Like they had all the time in the world.

Her legs began to tremble.

“Does that feel good, baby? What he’s doing to you?” Micah asked. “Tell us how it feels.”

“It feels…” she panted. “It feels like…”

Hot and bone-melting and as if everything inside her was drawing tight like a rubber band about to snap.

“Use your words,” Conor said.

Her words? What were words?

“Like everything feels tight and hot and I’m out of control. And perfect. It’s perfect.” She stroked a hand through Luke’s hair. “You’re perfect.”

“And?” Micah prompted.

“Power,” she admitted on a gasp. “It feels like power.”

“Good girl,” Conor crooned again. “Magnificent girl.”

Luke growled against her pussy, and the vibration—and Conor’s words—made her moan. Her legs trembled, but she needed to stay upright, so she didn’t hurt Luke.

“What do you need, baby?” Micah said. “Give him your words.”

“Faster,” Kara gasped.

Luke complied, licking in smaller circles, each spiraling Kara tighter and tighter. Her already shaking legs threatened to give out, but she stayed standing, suspended between pleasure and completion.

Realizing she was gripping his hair too tightly, she began to release it, but Luke growled again. So she held to him tight and rubbed her pussy against him, so close, so close.

“Are you about to come for him, baby?” Micah asked.

“For us?” Conor added.

Kara could do nothing but moan, and when Luke—lightly, gently, so, so tenderly—bit her, she came with a cry, and the only thing that kept her standing was her hands around Luke’s head.

Finally, she released him, falling to her knees while she gasped.

“Was that okay?” she asked.

Luke smiled, lips glistening. “Sweetheart, it was perfect.”

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