Page 113 of Beautiful Storm

“Never. But I had a condom break once.” He winks and I burst out laughing. This shouldn’t be funny. We’re talking about him sleeping around, but for some reason, and God knows why, this is different. And I could be deluding myself into thinking he’s changed, but deep in my gut I feel it.

“Do you…ah…want to go bare?”

“You have no fucking idea how much I want that. But only with you.”

My heart jolts as I take the condom from his hand and toss it near the discarded packet. While that’s not the most romantic notion, it means something because I want that connection too. I want him everywhere. I want him to own me.

A fire sparks in Luke’s eyes before he grabs my hand and pulls me to my feet, walking me to the front of the couch.

“Wait. You don’t want to use the bed?”

“You don’t have a headboard.”

“So?” I swallow a lump in my throat as he spins us around and drops his pants to the carpet, letting his cock spring free between us.

“So…” He sits down, and slides to the back of the couch before reaching out and taking my hand again, gliding me forward untilI’m positioned between his legs. “I want to see you when I slide into you.” He curls his fingers through the top of my panties. “I want to see your face when you moan my name and come on my cock.”

It takes everything in my power not to moan for him now as he slowly drags my panties down my legs, but I hold strong. “We couldn’t do that in bed, lying down?”

I’m not sure why I’m questioning him, but since missionary is a coupley position ,my head runs rampant, questioning if he’s avoiding it.

Luke bites back a smile as he grabs me behind the knees and pulls me on top of him until I’m straddling his lap. “Believe it or not, Amelia, this muscle ain’t fake. If we’re in the bed, lying down and I lose control… I don’t want to accidentally hurt you. Or Jelly Bean. And trust me when I say, I have never lost control before but something tells me I could easily lose it with you.”

Oh.

“Okay,” I say as I gasp, ignoring the tension in my chest, writing it off to lust.

“Okay?”

“Yes.” I bite my lip and nod before releasing it. “Please.”

“Fuck, Amelia. You’re killing me.”

With his eyes locked on my center, Luke grabs his cock, pumping it a few times, and my need builds, my core pulsing as I wait for his touch.

I lift to my knees and he lines himself up with my entrance, groaning as I slide down his shaft, painstakingly slowly, a little to tease him and a lot to readjust myself to his size.

Luke watches as his cock disappears inside me, and the second he’s buried to the hilt, he lets out a pained groan. “Jesus, Amelia, this is incredible.Youfeel incredible. I need to move.”

“Move. Please.”

He responds with his actions, his palms curling around my waist, and he lifts me up and slams me down onto him, pumping into me as our bodies crash together. It’s fast and messy, but when I open my eyes and find him staring up at me with the same loving gaze he had earlier, the world stills.

A silent conversation passes between us, and we both slow to a gentle rhythm, rocking back and forth, as my heart beats out of my chest. This isn’t sex; we’ve moved way beyond that and it scares the hell out of me.

“Luke,” I whisper, as emotion overwhelms me.

“I know, Amelia,” he whispers. “I know.”

We naturally pick up speed again, and it’s not long before the pressure swirls around my body, my release imminent.

“I need more. I’m close.”

Breaking our stare, Luke bites down on my nipple and I cry out, increasing my speed until I’m pounding against him, desperate for him to join me. I lean back, giving him better access as I move to grab his hair, but he stops me when he presses down on my clit, the pressure sending my body soaring.

I scream out his name, and he pumps a few more times before he grunts out mine and follows me over the edge, his cock pulsing inside me. “Yes, Amelia. God.”

We continue to rock slowly as our ragged breaths calm, and when our movements naturally come to an end, Luke pulls me closer until my forehead rests against his.

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