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Beverly

“Are you okay?” I knew better than anyone what a good orgasm could do to you after you’d abstained for a while.

He lifted his head, and the bright smile on his face eased my tension that had started to build.

“Yes. I’m fine. I was a little light-headed for a few seconds. It was incredible,” he managed to get out over his quick breaths that had finally started to slow.

He was clueless as to how sexy he was with satisfaction riding his body and written on his face. His hand eased up my thigh and had me dripping in seconds. At this point, I couldn’t have cared less about what was next. I was hot and bothered enough to try almost anything.

He stood and faced me. Unfortunately, he’d slipped his shorts back up, covering what I wanted my eyes to feast on. When he tugged my top, attempting to lift and separate it from my body, I helped, shaking my arms to get out of it. I didn’t know I was distracting him until his gaze landed on my tits and remained there.

A smile tugged at my lips, realizing for the first time he may have been able to resist my double D’s while they were covered, but now that they were naked and flashing him, he’d stalled. His tongue slid across his lips before he started to move again, pulling my top the rest of the way down my arm, his gaze still on my chest.

I decided to help him by shoving my shorts over my thighs, leaving me in nothing but my panties. His gaze fell from my chest and scanned down my body, chasing my shorts as I wiggled them down my legs until they pooled at my feet. Ready, I fought to control my eagerness, especially when I had intimate knowledge of what Luke had waiting.

I reached and started lifting his shirt. He didn’t waste a moment dragging it the rest of the way over his head. His thick bicep got caught in one of the sleeve holes, and I gladly helped, stroking and squeezing bulging muscles, multitasking.

The picture of the muscular top half of his body was a feast for my eyes. The ink was icing on the cake, giving me a reason to stop and admire, even as my body begged for more attention.

I’d already admired the art on his arms, but without a shirt, I could fully see the canvas he’d transformed most of his chest, back, and arms into. The sight sky-rocketed my lust and I was forced to take a few deep breaths to get a hold of myself.

I touched and admired, taking it all in while beating back my lust. My eyes traced over skulls and crows, angels and demons, ancient symbols, and what I assumed was his military tattoo on his upper arm area. It was going to take me weeks to go over all the symbolism and art he’d collected, but it was a task I looked forward to.

It wasn’t until he gripped my shoulders that I broke my lusty gaze from his body and allowed him to aim me at the bed. Distracted, I fell back rather than sat, making the mattress release a protesting squeak.

He eased me back into the center before climbing in after me. Stopping at my knees, he took his time admiring, and I enjoyed being the object those beautiful eyes devoured.

A few more seconds, and I couldn’t resist any longer as I lifted off my elbows and went in for a tasty kiss he gave back in abundance. We moaned into each other’s mouths, and our noises elevated our lust to a burning level.

Once we’d quenched our initial thirst, he caressed and massaged my tits, making love to them. The way his hot pink tongue chased my dark berries and drew circles around them, I panted and was only able to take in small spirts of air. The visual heightened my arousal as the sensation he fed my body had my sex heavy with overflowing need. When he drew one puckered tip in and sucked hard, an elongated, “Oh!” gushed past my throat before my eyes snapped closed and rolled in my head.

The weight of his taut warm body between my thighs, his unexpected soft touch and his hot wet tongue sucking and plucking my nipples had me fighting back an orgasm already. When I was able to open my eyes, it was the sight of us that boosted my lust past the boiling point.

His warm milky skin teased my chocolate, melting us into a swirl of creamy perfection that invigorated each of my senses and heightened my arousal.

He eased back, sensing my lurking release and admired my body once more. I hadn’t realized I’d risen, following him up, until he placed his wide palm on my shoulder and urged me to lie back.

When he started to slip my panties off, the sensation of them gliding over my thighs and down my legs was enough to make me whimper. My tongue swept my parted lips as my heavy lids shuttered closed before my head dipped to the side.

I jerked up when his hand gripped my knees and parted my legs before slipping down the inside of my thighs. His scorching gaze roamed as his hands moved back up and caused me to leak shamelessly, my body revealing my desperate needs.

The contrast of his hand sliding down my legs brought forth images of vanilla ice cream melting over the top of molten chocolate cake. I knew the sharp contrast in our color would play a seductive role. I just hadn’t experienced or expected the overwhelming intensity it bought to our mingling touch. I tore my gaze from the sight of our connection and allowed my heavy head to fall back onto the fluffy white comforter.

My legs were eased up until my calves kissed the back of his sturdy shoulders. His body was warm against mine like he had a fever, sending flaming heat into me. My lips kept spreading farther apart as he eased his face closer to the sweltering heat he filled me with. A gasp left me, my eyes snapped closed, and I damn near passed out when his mouth touched my pussy.

“Aww!” I yelled out against the sudden flow of pleasure that started to fill up my body. The exceptional movement of his lips and tongue combated my erratic movements. It was so much all at once and so shockingly good, my body didn’t know how to take it as I shivered one second, yelled out another, and gripped the sheets the next.

Luke had my pussy soaked, and I feared he’d need a towel to dry himself off once he was done. However, he lapped up my juices like he was sucking on a snow cone melting under the sun. When my legs started to quiver uncontrollably, and my chest heaved, desperate for oxygen, I knew I was about to explode at any moment.

In mere minutes, he had my pussy humming a thank-you-Jesus tune as my mouth shouted curse words I didn’t normally use. Whoever said the pen was mightier than the sword lied because at that moment I was certain that his tongue was the mightiest.

“Luke!” I yelled at the top of my lungs, as the explosion of my orgasm possessed me. My legs had snapped around his head, squeezing like a vice as his tongue remained buried inside me. I didn’t care if the state of Texas heard me, screaming was the only way I knew to deal with the pleasure riding my body straight to heavenly bliss.

Luke gripped my thighs, his strong hands keeping me in place as I bucked and screamed my head off. My nails dug deep and hard into his shoulder and arm, leaving no doubt that there would be marks.

A long exhaling sigh left me as he eased up, lavishing me with feather-light tongue strokes while my body came down the mountaintop he’d set me upon. I was too weak to lift my head, so I expressed my appreciation through labored breaths.

“That was out of this world,” I complimented as my chest continued to bounce up and down. “Mmm,” bubbled past my throat and remained trapped in my mouth.

He’d licked and sucked every ounce of control from my body. Spent, he lowered my limp legs gently to the bed. I attempted to sit up but failed, so he assisted by gripping my arms and tugging. He remained on his knees before me, studying me like I was a secret he was discovering.

“What?” I asked, curious about his thoughts at this moment.

“You’re a beautiful woman, Beverly.” The sincerity in his melodic tone and the glint of appreciation that sparked in his smiling gaze presented his truth. With Luke, I was able to accept I’d graduated to a woman that was wanted and desired for more than a few well-placed body parts.

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