Page 106 of How Good It Was (Excess All Areas 3)

Increasing his strokes, he added another finger. Circled her clit with his thumb. And he matched the slide of his tongue to his fingers.

“Luke,” she cried.

Willow’s breath shortened to gasps. Kissing her as she fell apart was his favourite thing. As she battled the need to cry out with the need for his mouth against hers. When she forgot about absolutely everything except her own release.

He fucking loved it.

And shit.

He loved her.

The realisation almost as intense as her orgasm.

It wasn’t like. It wasn’t even pure lust. He couldn’t lie to himself any more than she could hide the way she fell apart in his arms.

“Good morning,” she muttered, breathlessly.

Luke rolled onto his back. “Ride me, flower.”

Willow did as he asked, reaching between them to hold his cock before easing down on him.

“Fuck. That feels good,” he said, reaching for her hips. He watched as her lips spread around his cock as she eased up and then soaked him as she lowered. Her hips rolled as she seated herself, grinding her clit against him.

While her arms and waist remained the same, her breasts felt larger, and heavy in his hands. And her stomach. Fuck.

“Faster?” she asked, her eyes focused on him.

“Nah. Slow. I want to fuck you good and slow and deep this morning.”

Willow smiled, and it knocked him on his arse. Well, figuratively, as he was already flat on his back, but who the fuck cared. “That sounds good,” she said, planting her palms on his chest.

He released her hip and cupped her face. “I could lose myself in you, Will.”

Her eyes flickered shut for a moment, as she eased down on him, seating him so deep inside, he could feel her pulse around him. For a second, he wondered if it was possible to come just from that pressure alone.

“I’m pretty certain we aren’t losing ourselves, Luke. I think we are finding ourselves.”

“So fucking wise.” His palms travelled along her spine to her arse, then back again, pulling her down until they were flush. Her breasts and stomach pushed up against him.

He kissed her as he moved a fraction, a slight withdrawal, a reseating. Just enough motion and friction to keep him on the edge, but hitting Willow exactly where she needed it.

Their eyes met. Focused. Intense. He couldn’t see anything but her. Didn’t want anyone but her. “I love you, Willow,” he gasped, feeling every part of her on him, the scent of her around him.

“You do?” she asked. The crack in her voice slicing through his heart.

“Yeah, flower. I do. I love you. Don’t go anywhere, yeah? At least, not without me.”

Willow placed her forehead on his shoulder. The sound she made was part sob, part gasp. Then, he felt the shudders, through her ribs, beneath his fingers. And he pulled her closer, held her tighter, wanting to take whatever had upset her away. Tears tingled in his eyes, and holy shit, somehow sex had turned into something ...

Soul baring. Or soul destroying.

“Don’t cry, flower. I didn’t mean to upset you.”

“You didn’t.” The words were muffled but he heard them all the same.

He reached for her cheeks and lifted her head gently. When he saw the tears, he brushed them away with his thumbs. “Explain to me why you’re crying.”

“Happy tears,” she confirmed. “A bit overwhelmed. Slightly orgasmic. You love me. And I’m pretty sure I love you. It’s scary. And incredible. And overwhelming. And not how I thought I wanted it to go.”

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