Page 39 of The Flirtation
"You're so damned wet," he said, his voice a sexy growl. "You feelamazing."
"Oh my God, Luke!" I couldn't think of any other words, I just kept repeating that over and over--loudly, because I knew we were all alone. Finally I felt the need to see his face, and I flipped over to climb on top ofhim.
"Avery Avery Avery," he said, and just the sound of him saying my name like that made me even wetter. He kept his eyes open, watching me for a moment. I rested my hands on his chest. He gripped my hips while I rode him, and then he sat up to kiss me deeply. He dragged his fingernails down the skin of my back. It didn't hurt, but the surprise of it made me gasp. I reached down to massage his balls. He closed his eyes and moaned, then looked into my eyes again. He spanked me on the bum—a quick slap. Again, it was such a surprise, I felt it ripple through my body. I rocked back and forth, straddling him, electrified. He was so deep inside of me. He kissed my breasts and I leaned back. He suddenly flipped me onto my back again and moved to the edge of the bed, deftly sliding two pillows under my lower back to relieve physical stress—ever the thoughtful gentleman, even as he thrust away, like an Olympicathlete.
I have no idea what I looked or sounded like, because it felt so fucking good and I felt so fucking amazing that I just didn't care. There was nothing in the world that I cared about besides that feeling of having Luke inside ofme.
I didn’t want the feeling to end, but I was so ripe for an orgasm, my body was already screaming, and soon I was screaming too. It was an exquisite, agonizing tsunami of painful pleasure. It was wild and thrilling and big and beautiful, and we gripped each other's hands while he finally let himself release and he let out the most heavenly groan. The sound of him coming vibrated through me, and I felt an overwhelming desire to be the only one who made him make that noise for the rest of hislife.
I sat up and held him so tightly and we stayed like that for a while before he collapsed back onto the bed and let out a satisfied sigh. I lay flat on top of him, my breasts pressed against his chest, his arms around mywaist.
Imust have fallen asleep,because when I woke up he had placed me under the covers, poured me a glass of water from the pitcher that was in the room, and he was fast asleep in bed besideme.
