“I’m over that,” I lied, so not over it and so never going to tell him what I wasn’t over. Not in a million years. “It was a girl thing,” I lied again for good measure. In my experience, men hated to talk about “girl things”. I was hoping even the brutally honest ones would shy way the hell away from any discussion of a “girl thing”.
He stared at me and I got the impression he totally knew I was lying.
Finally, and thankfully, he decided to let it go. “Zano fed you?” he asked.
“Yeah,” I answered.
“Good. Now I can f**k you.”
My knees did a little wobble. “We didn’t have dessert,” I stalled.
His head (and, I must remind you, his fantastic mouth) started coming toward mine.
“Glad he left that to me,” he said before he kissed me.
* * * * *
It wasn’t like last night where it was all go, go, go or shocking but world-tilting surprise or all about Luke giving then taking.
This time Luke went slow and we took turns. He let me touch him, taste him, stroke him, take him in my mouth and I liked it, a lot. He had an unbelievable body and, let me tell you, it was fun as hell to explore.
When he was through letting me, he flipped me over, spread my legs and settled between them. I felt one of his knees come up for better leverage and I was certain he was going to slam into me again. I was ready for it, I wanted it and I stared at him in a fog, my body burning, nearly begging for it.
He didn’t slam into me. Instead, I felt him right there, ready to come inside when his hands came up to either side of my face. Slowly, centimeter by centimeter, he slid inside me watching my face the whole time. My lips parted and I held my breath as he slowly filled me until he was buried deep.
I waited for him to move.
He didn’t. He just kept watching me.
“Luke,” I whispered, pressing my h*ps into him.
“Be still, Ava,” he said then his mouth came to mine and he asked, “Do you feel that?”
Yeah, I felt it. It felt great.
“Yeah,” I told him.
I felt him smile against my mouth but he said, “You don’t feel it.”
“I feel it.”
“Then you don’t get it.”
I wanted to get it but he wasn’t moving.
I licked my lips and since my lips were close to his lips, I licked his lips too.
His eyes went molten and he moved, slowly at first then faster then harder until we both came, breathing heavy in each other’s mouths. It was the first time in my life that I cl**axed with a partner at the same time. If I thought the other sex was mind-blowing, I was wrong. Reaching orgasm with Luke was mind-blowing, mind-altering and world-tilting all at the same time.
I was so screwed.
After, his mouth at the skin behind my ear, he murmured, “You ever run away from me with tears in your eyes again, Ava, I’ll hunt you down. Do you understand?”
I didn’t move. This wasn’t sweet, after-sex talk. His voice was low and husky but he was being perfectly serious.
“Do you understand?” he pushed.
I decided it was best to nod. I was unable to process this after a big time orgasm when Luke was still on top of me, when Luke was, at that moment, my whole world.