Page 74 of Come to Me
After dinner, he tries to suggest we continue sightseeing.
Yeah right. I tell our limo driver--yes, he arranged for a limo-- to take us back to the apartment, but I can't wait until we're there. Luke's nervousness hasn't completely worn off and he looks so damn sexy with flushed cheeks.
I shift towards him and press my lips into his. I expect him to resist, to insist I wait the way he always does, but he kisses me back.
He doesn't waste any time, actually. He slides his hands over my hips, groaning into my mouth. He plants kisses down my neck, soft and sweet and hungry all at the same time.
Then, he brings his lips to my ear, his breath hot and heavy. "It's been torture trying to concentrate with you in that dress," he says. "You must pick these out just for how much they'll distract me."
I nod.
His teeth sink into my earlobe. Jesus. My sex clenches, my body filling with a pleasant rush of want. I'm not sure that I can make it to the damn apartment before I get his cock in my hands.
But Luke has no intention of relinquishing control. He slides his hand under my dress, stroking me over my panties. I kiss him, hard, sucking on his tongue.
His eyes are open, and he's already lost in some world of desire. He wants me, and badly.
I press my lips into his neck, making my way to his ear. I suck on his lobe until he's groaning. "That's only a teaser," I say, pressing my hands against his slacks. He's hard. God is he hard, and I need to feel him in my hands. I need to make him come.
He digs his hands into my hair as I undo his belt and unzip his slacks. "Ally, are you sure?" he asks. "We're not exactly alone."
"That didn't stop you this afternoon," I say. I press my lips into his, sucking hard on his bottom lip as I wrap my hands around his cock.
God damn, he feels so good in my hands. I stroke him, pumping hard and deep. He shudders from my touch. His tongue slides over his lips, his eyes pressing together in ecstasy. He reaches for me, presses his fingertips against my back.'
"Alyssa," he groans. He grabs my shoulders pulling me into him, pulling us together. Our lips touch. It's electric. There's so much between us--so much want and need. I grip him harder, pumping harder. This isn't enough. I need more.
I need to suck him off.
I break our kiss and plan my lips on his ear. I suck on the lobe, pressing my tongue flat against it. Then, I move to his neck, scraping my teeth against his skin. He tastes damn good, some mix of sweat and Luke and the soap in my shower. God, he must taste that good everywhere.
He shudders as I unbutton his shirt and press my lips against his chest. He's so hard, everywhere. He feels so damn good.
I don't waste any time. I wrap my hand around his base and brush my lips against his tip. He shakes again, a moan escaping his lips.
He's mine, completely powerless to resist me.
I take him into my mouth and suck on his tip. Damn, it's been too long since I've been here. His skin tastes better than I imagined, and I love the feel of his firm cock against my tongue.
I slide my tongue around him, exploring every inch of it like it's the first time. His hands flee to my hair. He tugs gently as I lick him up and down.
I tighten my lips around his cock, sucking harder and harder. He shakes, his hands tugging hard at my hair. "God damn it, Alyssa," he groans. His voice is so deep and needy. Because of me. I'm making him feel this. I'm making his face contort and his body shake.
His hands are on my shoulders, then on the straps of my dress. He pushes it out of the way, freeing my breasts. He cups, them, rubbing his thumbs across my nipples.
My sex clenches with need. Damn, he would feel good inside of me.
But he feels damn good in my mouth. I suck hard, stroking him as take him deeper. He brings his hands between my legs and pulls my panties to my knees. He runs his hand against my clit, stroking me. Fuck. Waves of pleasure spread through me, pressurebuilding in my sex.
I slide my tongue over his tip. He groans, louder than before, and slides two fingers inside me.
Jesus fucking Christ. I almost drop. I have his cock in my mouth, his fingers in my sex. He's filling me everywhere, and he's going to make me come with him.
I have to make him come, to feel him pulsing in my mouth.
So, I suck, harder and harder, until he's groaning and shaking, until he's fucking me with his fingers. My sex clenching, tensing with this unbearable pressure.
Fuck. I keep my lips tight around him, my tongue against him. He thrusts into my mouth, deeper and deeper. "Damn, Alyssa," he groans, and he plunges his fingers inside me, deeper and deeper.
