“Say it.”
“No!” I shouted, lifted my head, pressed my lips to his and kissed him, sliding my tongue in his mouth.
That’s when it went wild. He didn’t stop between the pull and slams, just kept pounding into me again and again and again and, it must be said, I loved every, single, mind-blowing stroke.
I lifted my legs at the knees, pressing them into his sides as my hands roamed, my nails scratched. I kissed, licked and I may have gotten out-of-control and given him an actual Junior High School love bite at the base of his neck.
With his hands at my ass lifting my h*ps to take his thrusts, I finally got so close, I called his name, ready to finish.
And he stopped.
I’d arched my neck in preparation for cl**ax but my chin jerked down and I stared at him. “Don’t stop!” I shouted.
“Do you belong to me?” he asked.
Even in the throes of pre-orgasm, my mouth dropped open. Then I snapped, “I hate you Lucas Stark!”
I saw his white grin.
“Yeah,” he mumbled. “You belong to me.”
Then he started moving again. And he didn’t stop this time.
And he left me believing that regular-position sex definitely had its merits.
* * * * *
We were face-to-face, my hands pressed against his chest, my leg wrapped around his hip, his fingers stroking the back of my thigh.
I had my eyes closed and even though I’d come down from my post-getting what was between us orgasm, my heart hadn’t stopped beating too fast. In fact, it was pounding so hard I was certain Luke could hear it and feel it.
“You scared?” he murmured.
Yep, he could feel it.
“Yes,” I whispered and do not ask me why, I told him the truth.
I was scared. I was scared out of my mind.
“Of me?” he asked.
“Yes,” I answered honestly again and I actually started trembling.
He stopped stroking my leg, his fingers slid over my bottom, his arm wrapped around my waist and he pulled me closer to the heat of him.
“Finally,” he muttered, “I’m gettin’ somewhere.”
I was so screwed.
He certainly is getting somewhere and I like where he’s getting! Good Ava said dreamily.
I don’t think your f**k buddies idea is working, Bad Ava told me on a huff.
I ignored Good Ava and Bad Ava and Luke held me tight until the tremors slid away.
Then I called, “Luke?”
“Yeah, babe?”