his head and then adds the pressure of one finger inside my canal, pumping me, sending all coherent thought out the window.
All I can think is More. More. More.
And he gives it to me. His tongue licks in faster circles, and his finger pulses inside me, and the friction is growing to a head. The coiling inside me is suddenly unfurling, and his licking is only become wilder and faster. I wish he had hair for me to pull on. I buck against his mouth, and suddenly I’m screaming and coming, and he plunges his tongue deep inside me as I come. Holy god, do I come. I turn liquid around him, and every little part of me that had been starting to ache feels suddenly cured.
“Is that what you wanted, sweetheart?” he says to me, his voice gruff, his eyes glinting. I look at him, his mouth covered in my juices, this sexy, masculine pride on his face.
It actually wasn’t. At least, not when I started.
But I doubt that anything could feel much better.
So I nod, dazed and wild eyed and ready to let him take the lead. Ready to let him do whatever else he wants to me.
Luke
Yeah. We overslept and missed the start of the leg out of Julian. What can I say? We were bushed.
—Luke’s Confessional, Day 12
In the morning, I wake, sunlight streaming through the stained-glass windows over our bed.
We made out like teenagers all fucking night. I made her come, then we kissed silly, kissed our lips raw, kissed and touched and massaged each other until we somehow fell asleep. I don’t know what the fuck is wrong with me and why I’m so protective of this girl, but she’s not like any other woman I’ve ever had, in a million ways other than the most obvious. I want her by my side, in my veins, everywhere.
Penny looks fucking fantastic, her head resting on my biceps, her hair tickling my chin, her lips like a ripe strawberry where I marked her with my own. I’ve been staring at her for the past hour as she sleeps, not wanting to wake her, completely into every little expression that crosses her face as she floats from dream to dream. She looks completely at rest. Completely satisfied. Completely happy.
And she feels like she’s completely mine.
Even if she isn’t. Can’t ever be.
But holy god, I want to be inside her, with a passion that shreds me from the inside. I feel like I know her body intimately, every little beauty mark and curve, and all that’s left is that last hurdle. I can’t do anything with it. If I claim her, if I take her where she wants me to take her, it’s like putting punctuation on this sentence, and I’m not sure if that’s a period or a question mark.
I thumb the plastic ring on my finger. Only in a screwy game like this would a girl this classy, sweet, and gorgeous be wed to a bum like me.
That’s probably why I can’t bring myself to wake her.
I don’t want this dream to end.
In a few days, it will. We’ll have to make our decision and go back to our lives, in the same city but on opposite ends of the world from each other. And this dream will float out of my life forever.
Her eyes flutter a little and slowly open, drifting up to me. “Oh. Hi. What time is it?”
“No idea.” My first words of the day are a rumble. “Sleep well?”
“Amazing.” She’s smiling. She stretches her arms up above her head, and the smile fades. “Oh god. Ouch. I’m so sore.”
“That ain’t nothing a good massage can’t fix, sweetness. Roll your cute little ass over and let me have at it.”
I’m salivating to touch her by now, to feel those soft lines and muscles in her shoulders and back. She starts to roll her naked body against me, then reaches her hand out for the portable clock on the night table. She lifts it up, and I feel her muscles tense under my fingers. “Isn’t our check-in time at eight?”
“Yeah.” I skirt my hand down the curve of her back, massaging the orbs of her ass, my dick getting harder yet. I’ve been sporting a permanent erection around her for days, and just when I think I’m used to it, my balls get tighter and my cock swells more against my boxers. The pressure is bad now, and when I get my hands on