Page 40 of Salvation

I’m on fire. I am literally burning up with desire and only one thing can control the flames… Luke.

I want him. Dear God, I WANT him. I’ve always wanted him. Until now, things have never gotten past the point of no return. He’s always pulling back.

He never sates his desire with me. Not in the way that I crave.

Will it finally happen?

Dear God, please let it happen. I need it.

I need Luke.

Luke’s hands are under my shirt on the bare skin of my back. His hands are clenching on my skin. I can feel them tremble.

We’re in the hallway at the front of the shelter. My office is right in front of us. I want to go in there. Into the privacy of the small room, but I’m too scared to do or say anything that would make Luke stop his delicious torment.

Ripping his shirt from the waistband of his jeans, I slide my shaking hands over the rippling muscle of his stomach. They harshly jerk under my hands.

Luke’s hands glide up my sides and cup me through the lace of my bra. My head falls back on a moan as his thumbs graze the rigid peaks.

My own nails rake over his erect nipples and he sucks harder on my tongue. I’m mewling and unrestrained in my passion. My hands raise his shirt, and he helps me remove it. Pressing me against the wall to anchor me, he grips the shirt between his shoulder blades and yanks. Only breaking our kiss to jerk it over his head. It’s tossed to the floor and his mouth is back on mine. Consuming me. Every nerve is aflame, and my every thought is centered on Luke.

I can’t get enough. We’ve been naked before. We’ve completely satisfied each other sexually, quite often in fact. Though… we’ve never had intercourse and it’s never been this fevered, this intense.

Leaning back, I break the kiss and rest my back against the wall. Luke is breathing erratically and staring at me through blazing eyes. Gripping my shirt, I wrench it over my head, removing it and dropping it to join his on the floor. My hands reach behind me and unclasp my bra. It slithers down my arms and it too joins the growing pile of discarded clothing on the floor.

Luke’s eyes feast on my naked breasts as they heave inches from his mouth. He hoarsely mutters, “Hope, we need to stop. I don’t want to do this here. We’re in the goddamned hallway for Christ’s sake.”

I hear the words he’s saying, but I can also tell there is no power behind them. Linking my hands behind his head, I use my knees to lift myself and level my chest with his mouth. His breath hisses out and I groan, “So take me into my office. I love you, Luke. I want you.”

All of the fight drains out of him as his hands yank me the remainder of the way to his mouth. As his warm breath whispers over my straining nipple, he utters, “I love you, too, Hope. So fucking much.” Then his lips close over my nipple and he worships me.

My head lolls. I don’t have the strength to hold it up any longer. Without stopping the pleasure from his devilish mouth, he grasps me firmly by the hips so as not to drop me while holding me firmly in place and crosses the hall. In the darkness, he makes his way through the maze and somehow finds my desk. Setting me on top of it. he leans over me. I fall back and his mouth leaves one nipple to give the same attention to the neglected one. His hands are holding my breasts together as he sucks, nips, and licks a trail from one to the other. His face is buried in between my cleavage before he suckles and worships my yearning nipples over and over. Each pull of his teeth and flick of his tongue stoking the already raging inferno inside of me.

My pussy is clenching in wanton anticipation. His lips trail down my stomach and he swirls his tongue around my belly button before dipping it inside. Leaning back, he blows warm air across the wet trail.

I shiver as my stomach clenches. He mimics the action as his fingers unsnap my jeans and pull them down my legs. My sneakers hit the floor as he yanks them off and my jeans quickly accompany them.

I’m splayed on my desk in only my thin panties and Luke is kneeling between my legs. I groan, “Oh Luke… please… please… I want… I need…”

His lips trail up the inside of my thigh before skipping over my pulsing mound and trailing down the other thigh. I groan, feeling him smile against my inner thigh near my knee. He whispers in the darkness, “What do you want? What do you need, love?”

My thighs open wider, and my hips raise as I scream, “You. Your mouth. Your fingers and tongue.

“Goddamn it, I need you, Luke.”

Growling ferally, he pulls my panties to the side without removing them. His soft lips are then on my clit. He sucks my nub into his mouth and rubs it between his teeth. My hips are thrashing and trying to press my pussy closer to his face. “Ohhhhhh. Baby, more… more… I need more…”

He hums, lapping at my clit. His tongue swirls all around it before he sucks it into his mouth and bites down. My back arches off the desk and my knees are locked around his head as I ride his face.

Inserting two fingers into my molten core, he fucks me with them. With precise movements, he fingers me as he alternates between licks, sucks, and bites to my clit. The softness of his tongue, combined with the nips from his teeth and the pumping of his curling fingers, have me completely unhinged.

I’m thrashing on the desk, moaning and gasping as I press my pussy against his face, desperate for release. I’m so close, but I want more.

I can’t breathe. My heart is racing. It stops only to race again. I feel like I’m about to explode.

Luke uses his thumb to circle my asshole and I find myself pressing against it. I know what I’m asking for. I want it. I need it.

I need Luke to make me shatter.

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