Page 8 of How Good It Was (Excess All Areas 3)

Luke grinned, reached for her feet, and pulled her to the edge of the bed, where he knelt down between her legs. “I need room,” he said.

Willow laughed. “You move me around like I weigh nothing.”

“You do weigh nothing. Plus, drummer’s arms. They’re pretty strong.”

She sat up and ran her palms down them. “I like them.”

“They happen to like you too. Now, lay back and let me work my magic.”

Willow didn’t. She stayed seated, watching him as he deliberately spread her lips and flicked her clit with his tongue. He felt her body clench beneath his hands as her hands fisted in the bedding.

“Feel free to grip my hair. Turns me on,” he said, before dragging his tongue along the length of her.

A woman’s body was a thing of beauty. Watching it come to sexual life beneath his fingers kicked up his own arousal.

Willow flopped back down on the bed and did as he’d said. She gripped his hair, holding him to her clit, as he circled and lapped it furiously.

Her hips raised off the bed.

He debated holding them down, but he loved the way she writhed with abandon beneath him.

“Luke,” she cried out, as he curved his finger to reach that spot inside that could give her what she wanted.

“You want this now?” His voice was muffled, but he didn’t want to move. The sweet taste of her coated his tongue.

“Please. I want it.”

He doubled down on his endeavours, increasing the thrust of his fingers, the pressure of his tongue. Willow gripped hard on his hair as she cried out, the sound a cross between surprise and pleasure.

He eased her down before kissing her thigh and raising his head. “Good?”

“The best,” she sighed.

“You ... are fucking gorgeous.” Her face was flushed with orgasm, her eyes heavy. “Ready for round two?”

“Definitely. But just out of interest, how many rounds are there?”

“As many as we can manage.” He rolled her over, so her stomach lay flat on the bed, her knees on the floor. “Stay there.”

Luke grabbed his jeans, grateful that he had two condoms on him. He’d ask if Willow had some later.

He put one on and turned to face her. She was watching him. Her hair all mussed, a shy smile on her face. “Keep your eyes on me if you can. I like it.”

“You’re pretty easy to watch, Luke.”

Suddenly, he felt like a shit. Lovely girl, responsive body, wanted something more than the pedestrian sex she’d had before. But bending her over the bed or fucking her in the shower or up against the wall ... It all seemed too, shit, seedy wasn’t the right word.

“Are you okay?” Willow asked.

He reached for her, picked her up, and sat on the edge of the bed with her on his lap. Gently, he kissed her lips, trying to rein it in as her body began to move against his. It took nothing to turn her on. Her body knew what it needed, but ...

“You sure you want it this way, flower? I can lay you back in these sheets. We can take it easy.”

Willow’s eyes flashed. “I get one night, Luke. One night with you. One night to escape the confines of who I usually have to be every day. Show me what I’m missing. Don’t hold back or be nice or go easy. That’s not what I signed up for. Is it because I’m not doing this right or—?”

“Whatever shit is rumbling through your head, stop,” he said, gripping her chin with his thumb and forefinger. “I just looked over at you and you looked so fucking pretty, and for a second I wondered why you would want to do this with me—which believe me, is not my normal state of mind.”

Willow placed her head on his shoulder. “My relationship with sex is complicated ... well, I just ... sex has always been pleasant. And I figured if I had sex with you—and yes, I’ve read all the gossip posts about you—if it was still only pleasant, then it must be me, right?”

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