Page 29 of Just Is Not Enough

I don’t even remember him getting here last night. I was nodding off on the couch waiting for him. I vaguely remember being carried to the bedroom. The thought of what that must have looked like, my six-foot frame wrapped around him as he walks around looking for my bedroom. An amused snort escapes me causing Luke to stir.

“What’s so funny this early in the morning,” Luke mumbles, squeezing my ass with the hand that’s behind me while he rubs his eyes with the other.

He kisses my head and pulls me on top of him. I straddle him, resting my chin on my hands, splayed across his chest to look up at him.

“Why are you still in all your clothes?”

“Someone was stuck to my body like glue making it impossible to take them off,” Luke says rubbing his thumb across my lower lip. I take it in my mouth sucking and twirling my tongue around it before releasing it. His pupils dilate at the motion.

“That kind of sounds like a complaint, Mr. Stonewood.”

“It was most definitely not a complaint. I haven’t slept that good in years. And it’s Mr. Snugglebug to you. I think I proved deserving of the name after last night.” He laughs at himself.

“I guess so.” I shrug my shoulders as if unsure.

“You guess so, huh? Maybe we should stay in bed all day so I can convince you a little more.” He reaches up and softly kisses my forehead.

Why does that make me swoon a little harder?

“Ugh, don’t tempt me. My schedule is full today and we leave for Atlanta around six.” I suddenly regret making plans lying here in Luke’s arms knowing this could have been my Saturday.

“I have shit to do today, too. I suppose I can convince you another night when you get back from your weekend getaway with the guys.” Luke’s arms tighten around me as he flips us so I’m under him.

He tenderly kisses me all over my shoulders, neck, and face. I lean my head back farther on the pillow giving him more skin to place his lips on. Gently thrusting forward, his hardened dick finding mine in the same state through our clothes. I pull him into me harder by his ass, spreading my legs wider to make more room for him.

“If you don’t stop, neither of us are going to make it out the door today.” I internally curse at myself for having to say the words.

He sighs and rests his forehead on my chest. I run my fingers through his hair, massaging his scalp. He groans showing appreciation for my services.

“Can we at least take a shower before I leave? I want to hold onto you a little longer.”

How could I say no to that? “Justholding. No funny business, Snugglebug.” He laughs at my use of his self-proclaimed expertise pet name.

“Deal. Let’s go.” He rises from the bed bringing me with him, our fingers entwined.

I turn the water farther to the hot side and within a minute the steam envelops us as I watch Luke strip down. With his back to me he bends down to remove his jeans and boxers around his feet. That plump ass bare for the taking. I can’t resist the temptation. I lean down and take a quick bite of it.

“What the f….oowww” Luke screeches, jumping forward against the counter.

“Sorry, couldn’t help myself. I’ve been wanting to do that for a long time.” I laugh turning around to hop in the shower.

Luke follows me, closing the door behind him, grabbing my hands and pulling my arms above my head as he pins me against the wall. The cool tiles against my face, I shut my eyes and relish in the sensations igniting over me all at once. His naked body pressing firmly against mine, his long, stiff cock sitting perfectly between my ass cheeks.

I feel his breath in my ear, lips caressing my lobe. “You said no funny business. Does this feel funny to you?” His raspy tone is followed by a forceful thrust pushing me harder against the tiles, my dick suffering the consequences of my actions.

“Definitely not funny. I suppose it’s not breaking the rules then.” Breathless and horny, I push my ass back into his cock.

One of Luke’s hands loosens around mine and travels slowly down my arms, rounding my chest pulling me away from the wall enough for his hand to continue its path. His tongue flicking and sucking my neck and shoulder. He meets his destination cocooning my cock, his brawny hand gently stroking me. I allow my head to fall back onto his shoulder.

The contact takes my breath away, feeling his hand on me for the first time sends every sensory receptor all over my body into overdrive. His hand closes firmly around me as his strokes speed up. I move my unbound hand down behind me, fisting his cock. I spread my legs and position him between my thighs and squeeze.

Our moans echo against the shower walls. I reach for the body wash, pushing the bottle against his arm. “Pour some on yourself, please now,” I unashamedly beg him.

He retreats from my body, grabbing the bottle dumping an obscene amount into his shaking hand. I catch my breath, leaning on a forearm against the wall while he lathers himself up and shoves his cock back between my legs. As I clench my thighs together, he begins thrusting, his gel slicked hand surrounds my cock again. His other hand on my stomach, bracing me from his thrusting in time with his strokes, both increasing paces.

Luke’s sputtering obscenities, interjected between compliments on the sounds coming out of my mouth and how stunning I am when he’s fucking me, sends me spiraling into ecstasy.

“Come with me. Can you come for me?” Luke breathlessly requests.

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