Page 50 of Memories with Fire

Those magic words have me shattering into a million pieces. My hands disregard my breasts, dropping to his hand still on my belly, grabbing onto his forearm as my orgasm roars through me with a viciousness that has me seeing stars, clouding the image in the mirror that I haven’t been able to stop watching. My legs shake, my breath catching and holding as I ride out the waves of bliss.

“God damn,” Luke groans, pressing his dick hard into my ass cheek. “Think I could get off just watching you come.”

It takes a minute, but when I start the descent back to earth, I feel spineless, my body weight being held up by trembling legs and him. I’ve had orgasms in my life since Luke, but nothing that has rocked my world like that. I’m not sure how my legs are supposed to work, but it’s not something I need to concern myself with according to him.

I haven’t even caught my breath when he starts guiding me to the shower, holding most of my weight against him. Stepping inside, I grab the wall, turning around to find him removing his boxer briefs before joining me. My eyes gravitate to his cock standing at the ready, waiting for attention of its own.

I remember how scared I was when I saw it for the first time. Years, and a few more lovers later, I think I’m still scared of it. If Luke hadn’t taken such good care of getting me ready, it would have torn me apart, though I suppose there’s still potential.

They aren’t lying when they say everything is bigger in Texas.

I’m halfway down to my knees to get reacquainted when Luke grabs my arm and hauls me back up. He shakes his head. “No, Freckles. Not yet.”

I don’t have the mirror to watch anymore, but it doesn’t make it any less sensual when he fills his hand with shower gel and starts lathering it all over my body. He takes his time, getting every inch of my body from the neck down, and when he’s satisfied, he places me under the water and washes it all away.

Once I’m fully clean, he sits me down on the bench, gently pushing my upper body back until it hits the wall. Then he pulls my butt to the edge of the seat, directs a foot up onto the far side of the bench and goes down to his knees between my legs. When he’s level to my pussy, he glances up at me and with the tone of a starving man says, “Don’t stop watching.”

Then he devours me while I watch, until I’m making his name echo in the shower and he’s demanding I come again.

Boneless, mindless, and shaking all over, I don’t know if I can handle any more by the time he’s finished with me in the shower, and walks me to the bed after drying me off. Ten years ago, with zero experience, I thought he was good, but it’s nothing compared to the talent he has now. We haven’t even had sex and I can hardly walk.

Sitting on the edge of the bed with the towel wrapped around me, Luke drops the one from around his waist. If he tells me no now, I might tell him to stuff it, but when I reach out and take him into my hand, he does nothing but watch. My hand moves up and down his length, rubbing over the tip when I get there, causing him to groan. The look on his face is one of absolute pleasure. He’s denied himself until now, but I want him to feel as good as me.

He only lets me stroke him a few times before he’s stilling my hand around him.

“I need to be inside of you,” he tells me, his voice thick with arousal.

Leaning over, he opens a drawer in his nightstand and pulls out a condom. It doesn’t take him long to roll the rubber over his length, and then he’s pushing me back on the bed. I slide higher to make room for our entire bodies, his coming to rest over mine, my legs on either side of him. Without even guiding himself to my entrance, his cock is there, like it knew exactly what to do, and where to go.

He hovers over me, not allowing any of his weight to rest on top of me. I know why. He doesn’t want to hurt me.

I move my hands over his sides to the front of him, sliding them along his chest, his body still wet with droplets from the shower. It’s the first he’s allowed me to truly touch him, and I savor the moment, watching my hands dance along his skin. I can feel him trembling above me, and when I look back to his eyes, there’s only need waiting for me there.

Lifting my hips, he presses against my entrance. My eyes are soft, full of trust, and I give him a small nod. Tilting my head, I capture his mouth as my hands slip around his neck, pulling him closer to me. At first, he resists, but then he gives in, and as he does, he pushes forward, his cock gliding into me with a slow tenderness that melts me from the inside out.

Nothing but the utmost care from him now that he’s on top of me. My body takes him, adjusting to accommodate his size until he’s seated deeply within me.

Breaking the kiss, he gazes down at me, reaching a hand to brush a piece of hair from my eyes. I expected to see the lust and passion in the green-blue orbs that stare down at me, the awe and wonder hit me square in the chest, though. It’s silly because he’s been looking at me like this since we came upstairs; I just didn’t expect to see it when he was inside of me. It fills my soul, and I know it’s reflected back to him as he begins to move, our eyes locked with each other’s.

He's slow and deliberate, relishing each stroke into my body. I know he’s cherishing this as much as I am because there’s a glisten in his eyes, and a shakiness in his breath as he moves.

I don’t know how he does it. He’s made me come twice already; he’s got to be dying for his own release. Yet he takes his time, loving every inch of me like he did in front of the mirror and in the shower. And without a word, which is so unlike him.

Then it hits me. I think I understand why he’s taking his time, ensuring to get his fill. It isn’t just the fact that I could have died today. It might contribute, but it isn’t the driving force behind his need to satisfy me, relish me, or appreciate us. I think he’s scared that this isn’t going to continue. That this is too good to be true, and that it’s going to slip away just like it once did.

“Luke,” I whisper, bringing my hands to his face. “I’m not going anywhere. This isn’t a one-time thing.”

I watch the emotions filter through his eyes. Surprise, fear, pain. I know I’m right when his eyes fall from mine only to come back a second later, like he realizes he can’t hide from me.

“Let go, Dimples.”

There’s a moment of hesitation, his hips stumbling in their even thrusts, but then he gives in to me. Acceptance fills his eyes and I feel the change in his body. Pushing a hand between us, his thumb moves across my clit, causing my hips to buck towards his at the sudden contact while my walls clamp down around him. That movement is all it takes to get him going, his hips changing pace, his cock suddenly pummeling into me in a way I expected when he first laid me down.

It takes two more strokes of his thumb over my clit before my orgasm is crashing into me once more, but this time I’m not alone. Luke lets out a roar, and then we’re both lost. Together.

CHAPTER 17

HAILEY

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