Page 61 of Come Apart
"Luke," she groans, her voice needy and desperate
She's touching herself, moaning, probably writhing the way she does when I touch her. Fuck, I bet she's so wet. I bet she’s desperate for me to touch her. She'd beg if I made her. She'd scream in pleasure if I slid my cock inside of her.
My grip around my cock gets tighter. The warmth spreads through my body, filling me with pleasure. I'm close.
"Are you wet?" I ask.
"Mhmm."
"Now," I say. "Touch yourself. I want you to come, Ally. I want you to scream my name when you do it."
She groans some agreement, and I stroke myself harder and harder, faster and faster.
Fuck. The room fills with her pants and moans. It's like she's here, like I'm the one filling her with pleasure, the one making her come. My mind is a jumble of Alyssa. The taste of her. The sound of her groan. Her hands tugging at my hair as she rocks into my mouth, practically screaming. Her moan filling my room. The warmth flooding my body. The pleasure and pressure and need building. Her back arching. Her nails on my skin.
I'm almost there. I stroke again. Again. Again. Everything in my body fills with pleasure.
"Fuck, Luke," she says.
Her voice is high and needy, and it pushes me over the edge. The pressure is too much. It feels so fucking good, and I can't hold off any longer. Another stroke, harder and faster. It's deep and intense, so intense it almost hurts.
I lose any conscious thought. Almost there. I groan. "Fuck, Ally," and I tighten my grip. One last stroke and the pressure builds to a climax. Pleasure rips through me as I come. I groan again, releasing everything, my body filling with a pleasant warmth.
It takes forever to catch my breath.
"Jesus, Luke," she says.
"Look at what you do to me." Every part of me is sensitive. I feel my inhale all the way to my toes.
"That was amazing."
Her voice is still high, still needy. She still needs to come. She needs to feel as good as I feel.
"You know," I say. "I only went first because you made such a nice request. I want to hear you too. I need to."
She doesn't say anything, but her breath gets heavier. Her moans get louder.
"Mhmmm."
Her voice is high, and she's so, so full of need. She's so fucking sexy. It builds slowly, getting louder and higher, until she's not just moaning. She's panting. She's screaming. She's desperately close.
It's the most beautiful thing I've ever heard.
"Luke," she moans.
Her voice fills the room, enveloping me in the ecstasy of her pleasure.
"Louder," I say.
And she groans louder. She's moving fast, I can tell. I know how she looks like this—her eyes closed, her back arching, her nails digging into the bed. It's the most gorgeous thing I've ever seen.
"Luke," she groans again, louder this time. "Fuck, Luke."
She's almost there.
She loses control of her breath, panting, practically screaming. "Fuck, Luke."
Her moans build as she gets closer and closer. "Jesus, I'm going to... Fuck..." And she gets louder and louder.
