Page 93 of Kiss Me Forever

I felt on top of the world, like everything was in my grasp: the future, happiness, and they were all tied to Megan. I wanted to build a life with this woman. I had to find a way to do that while keeping in mind that we were in different phases in our lives, and it would take her a bit to get to the same place I was.

And I was going to make it happen.

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Megan

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He loved me! I almostcouldn’t believe it. My whole body was shaking.

“I want you, Megan.” His voice was rugged. It sounded delicious. And I wanted him so badly. I still wasn’t entirely sober, so I fumbled in the dark, getting rid of his clothes. He, on the other hand, had no trouble at all getting me naked. His hands moved over my body with precision and determination. It turned me on.

He kissed me then, hard and demanding. We moved through the dark penthouse, directly to the master bedroom. He lowered one hand, cupping my ass cheek. With the other, he touched my breast, drawing a circle with his palm. I melted against him, needing more, needing everything. Putting his fingers at the back of my head, he tilted it backward slightly, moving his mouth down my neck. My skin sizzled everywhere.

Every inch of my body became sensitive, responding to him, needing him. I lifted a leg, placing it at the edge of the bed. I felt him smile against my skin as he looked up. I pulled back and cocked a brow. He feathered his fingers along my inner thigh, and I buckled forward as a wave of heat crawled through me. Oh, wow. I couldn't believe this had such an effect on me. When he strummed his fingers over my pussy, I took in a sharp breath, closing my eyes. I needed to ground myself.

When he pressed his fingers to my clit, I moaned without restraint. I wanted him to know how much I liked the way he played with my body. I threw my head back, giving in. It came in slowly but hit hard. I felt myself becoming wetter while he moved his fingers around my clit. Then he slid two inside me, and I gasped, arching my back, opening my eyes. He put his other hand on my lower back.

"Luke," I exclaimed.

"That's it, surrender your pleasure. Give it to me," he said.

I looked him straight in the eyes. They were dark and sinful. I wanted to touch him too, but I couldn't reach him properly. And anyway, I wasn't sure I could concentrate. I felt waves at random moments, and I could barely stand on my own. I would probably be more likely to break his dick or something. I felt him lower the hand from my back, and then he grabbed his cock, moving his hand in long strokes, squeezing. The sight was insanely seductive. He wanted me so much that he couldn't stand it anymore.

"Luke, I want to touch you," I said.

His eyes went darker still. In a fraction of a second, he switched us, pushing me on the mattress on my back. I moved back up so I was sitting. He was standing in front of me, one knee on the mattress. I could touch him now, so I did, replacing his hand and giving him a good squeeze before pumping it up and down. Leaning in, I swiped my tongue over the tip and was rewarded with a delicious groan. It reverberated through his body and filled the room. I was bringing him to the edge of his control.

"Babe, I want you," he said. "I need you."

Hearing him say that filled me with pride and joy. Pulling back, I looked up at him, and I knew he wanted to take me right now. He couldn’t wait any longer.

The next few minutes passed in a haze. He took a condom from the bedside table and shoved a pillow under my buttocks, placing me at a different angle.

I trembled in anticipation. He locked eyes with me while putting on the condom. If possible, I got even more turned on under his gaze. It was as if he was deciding what to do with me. I couldn't wait to see the outcome—tofeelit, because one thing was true: he always made my world spin on its axis.

Grabbing my ankles, he put the right one on his shoulder. My left heel was at the edge of the mattress.

He slid inside me the next second. A tremor shook my whole body. My inner muscles spasmed around him. I could barely breathe past how full I felt. He buckled over me, clasping his mouth over my nipple and moving his tongue around it. Then he started moving inside me, and I was a goner. I couldn't understand how he could overwhelm me so quickly.

I was completely lost to him. He kissed me everywhere: up my belly and breasts, moving up my neck. Then he placed kisses on my face, like it was costing him all his self-control to be this gentle while he thrust inside me ferociously. I liked this contrast—feeling the gentleandthe savage side of him at the same time. I touched his arms and his back and felt his taut skin underneath my fingertips. I felt the pressure rocking through him as well. I detected a small tremor in his body, his muscles tightening along his spine as the rhythm of his breath changed.

My climax was building up; I could feel it tugging at every cell of my body until I was sure I was going to explode, and I couldn't bear the tension anymore. It made me feelsogood. He brought his mouth to my ear, kissing just beneath the lobe and down the side of my neck. His left hand moved from my rib cage down to my navel. He was making a beeline for my clit. On instinct, I tightened my stomach muscles in anticipation. And then, when his fingers brushed over my clit, I couldn't breathe anymore. I simply couldn't. Pleasure like I’d never known washed over me, setting free every part of my body. I cried out, sinking farther into the mattress.

I had the strangest feeling that I was falling, but I wasn't afraid. I knew Luke was right there with me. I heard him cry out through my own sounds. His cock seemed to widen inside me, magnifying my experience.

Once we both calmed down, I looked up at him. He stood still at the edge of the bed, eyes closed. His whole body seemed to move on every breath as his chest expanded and contracted. He was still buried inside me, relishing the contact. For some reason, this moment seemed more intimate than anything we’d had before this. It was glorious.

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