Page 49 of This Much Is True
Luke takes control, working his lips against mine. My jaw falls lax as I struggle to remember to breathe. He takes that opportunity to explore my mouth with his tongue.
Fire spreads from my core, raising my temperature to dangerous levels. When he finally pulls back, I’m lightheaded.Breathe, Laina.
“Please let me go,” I say, panting.
“Not a chance.”
He pushes my robe off my shoulders and down my arms as far as it’ll go. My nipples strain against the thin fabric of my lingerie, desperate for attention.
They don’t have to wait long.
He takes his time removing each breast from the fabric, letting them hang over the cup.
“You’re perfect,” he says, sweeping his gaze over me. “You are absolutely perfect.”
He places a hand between my legs, urging them apart, and I sink against him, whimpering—begging for him to touch me.
“I would be perfect if you’d make me come,” I say.
“You’re going to. Don’t worry about that.”
“Prove it.”
He laughs, sliding a finger inside me. It takes me by surprise, and I yelp, both from the jolt and from the pleasure. I grind my pussy against him as hard as I can.
“You have no idea how hot it is to watch you fight not to fall apart on my hand,” he says.
I lean my head back, causing the ends of my hair to swish against my hands.
I never imagined that I would enjoy being tied to a chair and fingered, but it’s so fucking good. Not being able to move adds a layer of trust and another layer of suspense.What will he do next? Where will he touch me? When will I—“Fuck!”
The pad of his thumb rubs small circles around my clit. Each swipe across the swollen bud sends a bolt of electricity running through my veins.
“Do you want to come on my fingers?” he asks.
“Keep doing that, and I will.” I squeeze my eyes shut, rolling my hips as he finger fucks me. “This feels so good, Luke. So damn good.”
He sucks my right nipple into his mouth and pulls his finger out of me.
I start to object, but the pleasure radiating from my chest steals the words. Nips. Flicks. The pad of his tongue massages my tightened bud—but I wish I could reach for him. Touch his skin, feel how soft yet hard he is. I’ve always loved the feel of his body against mine.This is torture.
He pulls away, sitting back and watching me as he pops his fingers into his mouth.
“How do I taste?” I ask.
He leans forward and slides his tongue through my mouth. I bite it, sucking his tongue before he can pull it away. When he settles back in his seat, his eyes are blazing.
“What do you think?” he asks. “Howdoyou taste?”
“I don’t have a lot to compare it to. Why don’t you take your cock out and put it in my mouth?”
His grin is salacious. “Is that what you want? Do you want me to fuck your mouth?”
“You can start there. But it won’t be the only thing you fuck tonight.”
Whoa. Who has taken control of my tongue tonight?I never spoke to Tom during sex like this. Maybe at the beginning when things were fun-ish. But tonight, the words are pouring out of me without thought. It’s natural.And I don’t want to hold back.
He stands, the veins in his temples pulsing, and pulls out his cock. It’s heavy in his hand—thick and veiny. The head is purple as he squeezes the base. A bead of pre-cum glistens on the tip.
