His tongue seemed to know my body even better than his mind did, and as it circled my clitoris, I was lost. I arched off the bed, and Luke slid his hands under my ass and pulled me toward him, intensifying the pressure, the pleasure. I cried out his name, a prayer; I had no idea. I had lost control over my mind, body and heart.
Luke
Watching her body shudder with the aftershocks of the orgasm I’d just given her made me feel like a fucking god. She was so perfect. Perfect for me. I’d been an idiot, not seeing it all these years. I think I’d always known, but there had been some kind of invisible barrier keeping me away.
I stood over her, as she recovered from her first orgasm of the evening. I couldn’t wait to get her to the next one. I quickly undressed, my hard-on verging on painful, soothed only by the thought of being inside her.
“Fuck,” I said, suddenly remembering I didn’t have any condoms.
Ash snapped her head up to look at me.
“I didn’t bring any condoms. Do you have any?” I asked.
She shook her head. I collapsed on my back on the bed. This couldn’t be happening. It was a promise I’d made to myself when I was seventeen that I would never have sex without protection. It was one of the last pieces of advice my father had given me before he’d died. He’d told me that I needed to do everything I could to prevent my girlfriend from getting pregnant—or worse. It was good advice that I’d followed with no exceptions. Not even with Emma.
We lay next to each other. Would not using anything with Ash be the wrong thing to do? If Ash got pregnant, how would I react? Panic didn’t sweep over me like it did when Emma talked about marriage and children, but maybe it was lust keeping those feelings at bay.
“I’ve never . . .” she said. “I’m on the pill.”
It was all the encouragement I needed. “I’ve never, not once. Not with anyone. I’m safe. Are you sure?”
She smiled and nodded. I moved my body over hers and bent to kiss her, slowly, patiently, my tongue exploring her mouth. Her hands gripped my ass and her nails sank into my flesh.
“Jesus, I need to be inside you.”
She opened her legs in response, inviting me in. I positioned myself at her entrance, desperate to feel her around me, but at the same time I wanted this delicious torture to go on forever. She thrust her hips forward.
“Patience,” I teased her.
“Oh, I think I’ve been patient long enough,” she said.
I sank into her slowly, inch by inch, reveling in the sensation of heat between us. I had to still when I got as deep as I could go. I needed to empty my head of the reality of what was between us, what was happening. If I didn’t, this would be over too quickly, and I never wanted this to be over.
I started to move out of her slowly, watching her, wanting to see what she was feeling by looking at her beautiful face. Her mouth formed a perfect “O” as I dragged my flesh against hers.
“Ash,” I whispered.
“You feel so good,” she replied.
I responded by slamming back into her. I couldn’t stop myself. My body had overtaken my head. I needed to fuck her.
Small noises I’d never heard her make before slipped from her lips. The Ash underneath me was someone I’d never known before. I pushed my face into her neck and licked, wanting to taste the sheen developing on her skin. It was like nectar, and I bit down wanting more of it. She clenched around me, and I groaned as I dragged myself out of her. I was so hard, so close, so ready, but I wanted her there again, with me this time. I didn’t know how her body worked yet. I didn’t know what her turn-ons were. I grinned at the thought that I would be learning all of them very soon.
Without breaking our contact, I leaned back on my knees, lifting her ass to rest on my thighs. I ran my hands down her body, pinching one nipple, then the other, interrupting the movement of her breasts as they shifted in time with my thrusts. I wouldn’t be able to hold myself back for long. My palm smoothed across her taut stomach, then lower until my thumb found her clitoris. She moaned as she flung her hands over her head, grabbing at the pillows behind her.
“Is that what you like?” I asked. “You like me to rub you while I’m fucking you?”
Her breaths were short and tight, and our eyes locked together as her mouth opened a fraction wider, giving me my answer.
“More, please God, more,” she said breathlessly.
“I want you to come for me,” I said as I increased my pace.
“Please, more,” she replied. She looked so fucking beautiful—undone, open, mine.
I thrust harder and faster, gritting my teeth, trying to stop myself from falling before her. Then she was there; her back arched and she shuddered. And all the while her eyes were fixed on mine. I emptied myself into her, coming so strongly I thought I might pass out—a combination of the exertion and the ecstasy.
I collapsed on top of her and then moved to the side, pulling her closer. She was precious, like an abandoned treasure I’d finally found. I never wanted to let her go. I was still panting as I pressed my lips to her temple. “You’re amazing.”
We lay there, our breathing returning to normal, until Ash tried to move out of my arms. I pulled her closer.
“I need to go to the bathroom,” she said.
“Don’t be long,” I said, not wanting to lose contact with her for a second. I would have followed her if she wouldn’t think I was a total lunatic. “Water?” I asked and she nodded.
I came back to the bedroom from the kitchen with two glasses of water at the same time Ash returned wearing a t-shirt.
“What are you wearing?” I asked.
“A Wonder Woman costume. What does it look like I’m wearing?” She sounded as if she thought I was crazy.
“We can try that tomorrow. In fact, I insist we try that tomorrow,” I replied and she rolled her eyes. “I mean, why do you have clothes on? I want you naked in my arms.”
She looked at me coyly, and I reached for the hem of her shirt. She didn’t resist as she lifted her arms so I could strip it off. “And underwear?” I asked, incredulous. “Off,” I said.
She giggled and kicked off her panties and crawled under the sheets, and I followed. I pulled her to me, and she lay in the crook of my arm, her head resting on my shoulder. She smoothed her hand down my chest, and I felt myself harden again. Jesus, I was like a teenager.
“Do you feel weird?” she asked. I felt anything but weird.
“No.”
“But it’s us, Luke. We’re friends.”
“We’re best friends, and no, I don’t feel weird. I feel stupid for not making a move on you sooner. What about you?” I asked.
She trailed her fingers over my chest, then lower where she found me hard and ready for her again. She circled my cock with her fist, dragging it up with the perfect amount of pressure.
“I don’t think you feel weird,” I whispered. “Tell me what you’re feeling. Tell me what you want me to do to you.”
She looked up at me, heat simmering in her eyes. “I want you to fuck me from behind. Hard.”
I groaned at her words and rolled her onto her back, dipping my lips to hers. “Such a dirty mouth,” I whispered between kisses.
I held myself above her. “Turn over.” She twisted so she was lying on her stomach. I put my knees on either side of her and swept her hair from her neck. “Put your arms out and don’t move,” I said. She did as I asked, surrendering to me. I wasn’t done kissing her. My mouth found her neck and then wandered across her shoulder blades. I licked down her spine to the small of her back. Her skin was so smooth, so perfect. My tongue trailed lower to the dimples just above her ass, and I smoothed my hands over her buttocks. Her ass was rounded and soft. I pulled her cheeks apart, and she squirmed beneath me and tried to look back at what I was doing.