Page 97 of Twisted Revelations

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Beverly

My hand glided over his chin, enjoying the prickles of hair that spiked under my palm. Another kiss followed that I couldn’t help. I’d had something on the tip of my tongue that I was about to say, but I couldn’t keep my hands or my lips off the man.

“Stand up,” I whispered against his lips before my tongue traced the edges. He lingered there, accepting my kisses before he backed off the bed and stood. I needed to relieve him of his last stitch of clothes.

With me sitting and him standing, it appeared a mountain had sprung up before me, but it was a mountain I’d gladly climb.

I stood before him, my neck craned to hold his gaze as my hands dropped down to his shorts, knowing first-hand what was down there, waiting, lurking, and brushing against my stomach. My thumbs slipped between his warm skin and the nylon shorts and boxer briefs that covered him.

When he popped out hard, ready, long and strong, I gawked for a second time, swallowing my reaction before I continued to slide his shorts down his muscular legs. His skin was soft and hot, but his strong muscles, working beneath the softness, gave him a lure I couldn’t get enough of. He was manly but harbored a soft and calming allure. Once I got the shorts and briefs as far as his feet, he kicked them away.

His dick slapped the burning flesh of my stomach and licked my skin when I closed the space between us. He fit his hand around my ass and lifted me with ease, causing a moan of surprise to escape. The unforeseen movements didn’t stop my legs from wrapping around his waist. His hardness pressed deep into my stomach, making its presence difficult to ignore.

He moved us closer to the bed and climbed in. I’d never had a man handle me this way. None had ever been able to or just didn’t know how. This was one of those sexual positions I was jealous of because I assumed I’d never get to experience it. Luke made it seem nothing but natural.

The mattress groaned under our weight as I was lowered, shifting to my knees in front of him. My hand automatically went to his dick, massaging and making him suck in quick breaths. I glanced down at my hand moving over it, fascinated by the size and weight.

“We don’t have to do it if you think it’s too much,” he suggested with a deep crease of concern etching his face. He hadn’t expressed the statement as an arrogant crack about his size. His concern about hurting me was genuine.

My hands never stopped gliding up and down his length. “I want all of you, Luke, every inch. I don’t care how long it takes or how many times we have to do it. However, I suggest you get me slippery wet before we try.”

My words put another one of those big shiny smiles on his face.

“One more thing,” he added. “And I pray you don’t think less of me for asking, but if it doesn’t feel good or if I’m not doing it right, I’d rather you tell me, so I can make it right.”

Now, I was the one with a Kool-Aid Man smile. “Luke, that statement alone has increased my respect for you. I have no problem telling you whatever you need to know.”

With those words aired, he didn’t have to tell me to lie back. Hell, I didn’t even know what position he wanted. When I saw his tongue skate over his lips, I reacted like a soldier who had been given a command.

He retrieved the condom from his wallet on the dresser. My eyes widened at the sight of it gliding over his length and noticing that although it fit tight around his girth, it wasn’t long enough.

Dayum!My drought was set to be washed over by a tidal wave.

He moved with the quickness I didn’t think a man his size should have. His lips reconnected with my lower ones, giving another sample of his intoxicating tongue. He worked me into a breathless frenzy. My hips quivered, my stomach muscles pulled tight, my walls contracted, and my pussy was flowing like a faucet by the time he came up for air.

He hovered above me, putting his weight on one elbow as he aligned his magnificent piece with my sopping wetness. I jumped when it brushed my wet lips, causing him to stall his movements.

“I’m okay. I’m just excited. Don’t stop,” I urged as my breaths escaped and merged with his quick ones.

He pushed and I cringed, expecting pain, but he was gentle and careful with his movements, not forcing it. He eased into me teasingly slow, enticing me to want more, knowing that he’d have more to give.

His slow movements were deliberate, well-timed thrusts that had me whispering hot words in his ear and my nails digging into his back. “Luke, baby, it’s so good,” I whispered hotly in his ear.

He maintained his slow pace, opening me to him, coaxing me to allow all of him into me. “You’re so big,” flew past my lips as a downstroke took my breath and had me biting into his shoulder and sucking the skin I’d bitten. Just when I thought I couldn’t take anymore, my pussy muscles spasmed and released enough to allow him another inch.

If my clawing nails and biting were hurting him, he didn’t care because his loud hisses and sighs of pleasure mingled with mine. Once my body started to accept his size, my feet slipped over the backs of his thighs when he slid in and inched back down when he eased out.

When he started to rotate his hips, I thought I’d die. “Lucas,” I breathed out as, “So good,” continued to hiccup past my lust-clogged throat, like a broken rap song. I’d had okay sex, was lucky enough to have good sex a few times. But this? The sexing Luke was putting on me had me sprung, and we weren’t even done yet.

He took his time with me, making sure he was doing whatever turned me on the most and he wasn’t missing a beat.

“You’re so beautiful,” he whispered hot in my ear. “A sexy Goddess that feels like heaven.” His words were as hypnotic as his sensual possession of my body. His tongue found the thumping pulse in my neck and caressed it with tender flicks. The thrill of his mouth on me along with is enticing thrust sent my hormones into overdrive.

“Shit,” I retracted my nails from his back and allowed my hands to drop lower over his tight ass. He thrust in deep, allowing the ridges of his dick to massage my slick walls before he eased out and massaged my wet fire in the opposite direction.

Luke’s sex wasn’t something I endured, waiting until the right thrust hit me in the right spot. With him, I was in love with every second, every twist and turn, and didn’t hesitate to vocalize as much. Yelling with colorful words about his exceptional size, repeating to him how deep he’d gone when I knew he felt it, telling him how much I loved his dick being inside me when he clearly noticed my rolled back eyes, gasping breaths, and cries of ecstasy.

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