“How are you so fucking good at that?” Emily panted, green eyes narrowed in a mix of frustration and awe as she struggled to compose herself.
Lucas smirked, his grip on her hips tightening gently, “Watch your language, naughty girl. And it’s because I’ve got nothing but time and patience.” He teased, mockingly mimicking an intellectual tone.
He circled a finger lazily around her still-throbbing clit as he spoke. He flashed a roguish grin, sending shivers down her spine.
Emily rolled her eyes, but her body betrayed her, arching into his touch. He knew her weaknesses too well. “Well, aren’t you full of yourself, Mr. Sex God,” she quipped, unable to keep the edge of admiration from her voice.
Emily’s arms snaked around Lucas’ neck, pulling him down with an urgent need. Their lips crashed together as she tasted herself on his tongue, a primal moan escaping her throat.
“Fuck,” she breathed against his mouth. “You’re incredible.”
Lucas growled, his hands gripping her hips possessively. “Language, baby girl.”
But Emily was too far gone to care about proper etiquette. Her body hummed with residual pleasure, craving more of his touch. She arched her back, pressing herself closer.
“Please,” she whispered. “I need you.”
Her mind raced, throwing caution to the wind. This was reckless, getting so wrapped up in a man she barely knew. But damn it felt right.
Lucas’ blue eyes blazed with hunger as he gazed down at her. “Tell me what you want.”
Emily bit her lip, considering. To hell with playing coy. “I want you inside me, daddy. Now.”
A wolfish grin spread across his face. “As you wish.”
Emily’s breath caught as she watched Lucas with hungry eyes. His hands moved deliberately, lowering his zip with tantalizing slowness. The metallic rasp seemed to echo in the charged silence between them.
“Like what you see, baby girl?” Lucas smirked, his voice husky.
Emily bit her lip, heat flooding her cheeks. “You know I do, daddy.”
Her gaze was riveted as he rolled on the condom with practiced ease. God, even that was sexy. Everything about this man drove her wild.
Lucas gripped her hips, tugging her to the edge of the cool marble countertop. Emily’s legs instinctively wrapped around his waist, drawing him closer. She gasped as he filled her in one smooth thrust.
“Fuck,” Emily breathed, her head falling back.
Lucas tsked. “What did I say about that mouth of yours, baby girl?”
But Emily was beyond caring about proper language. All she could focus on was the exquisite feeling of Lucas inside her, stretching her deliciously. Her fingers dug into his shoulders as he began to move.
With each powerful thrust, Emily’s doubts and reservations faded further away. In this moment, there was only Lucas – his scent, his touch, the low groans of pleasure rumbling in his chest.
She knew this was reckless. Knew she should guard her heart. But as waves of pleasure built within her, Emily surrendered completely to the intoxicating man before her, inside her.
Emily’s bliss shattered as Lucas abruptly pulled out, leaving her aching and unfulfilled. “What the f-”
“We’re moving to the living room, baby girl,” Lucas growled, his blue eyes blazing. “I want you to ride me.”
Before she could protest, he hoisted her over his shoulder like a sack of potatoes. Emily yelped, her world tilting sideways as blood rushed to her head. His hand snaked under her skirt, fingers teasing relentlessly.
“Lucas, I swear to god-” she hissed through clenched teeth.
He chuckled, the sound rumbling through his chest. “Patience, sweetheart. Good things come to those who wait.”
Emily rolled her eyes, even as arousal pooled in her core. Typical Lucas, always keeping her on her toes. Part of her wanted to knee him in the chest for interrupting her orgasm. The other part… well, she’d be lying if she said his caveman act wasn’t doing it for her.
He deposited her none-too-gently in the living room, striding towards a plush armchair. Emily’s legs wobbled as she tried to regain her balance.
“Get over here,” Lucas commanded, his voice husky.
She hesitated, torn between desire and the urge to assert herself. “Make me,” she challenged, lifting her chin defiantly.
A slow smile spread across his face. “Oh, I intend to.”
In two quick strides, he reached her. Before she could blink, he’d spun her around and pulled her backwards into his lap. His chest pressed against her back as he spread her legs on either side of his.
Emily gasped as he filled her completely in one swift movement. “Fuck,” she breathed, her head falling back against his shoulder.
“That’s the idea, baby girl,” Lucas murmured, nipping at her earlobe. “Now ride me.”
Emily braced her hands on Lucas’ knees, her back arching as she began to move. The new angle sent shockwaves of pleasure through her body with each roll of her hips.
“That’s it,” Lucas growled, his hands gripping her waist. “Take what you need.”
She increased her pace, chasing the release that had been denied earlier. Sweat beaded on her skin as she worked herself up and down his length.
“God, you feel so good,” she moaned, her fingers digging into his thighs.
Lucas’ breath was hot against her neck. “You’re so fucking beautiful like this,” he murmured, his voice strained.
Without warning, he grabbed her wrists, pulling them behind her back. The sudden movement arched her spine even more, driving him deeper. Emily cried out at the new sensation, her head falling back onto his shoulder.
“Oh fuck, Lucas!” she gasped, her body trembling on the edge of release.
He held her arms firmly with one hand, the other snaking around to tease her clit. “Come for me, baby girl,” he commanded.
Emily’s world narrowed to the points where their bodies connected, overwhelmed by the dual sensations. She was so close, teetering on the precipice of ecstasy.
“I can’t- I need-” she panted, desperately seeking that final push.
Lucas nipped at her shoulder, his fingers working faster. “Let go, Emily. I’ve got you.”
Emily’s body tensed, her movements becoming frantic as she chased her release. Lucas matched her thrust for thrust, his powerful legs driving up to meet her.
“Oh god, oh god,” she chanted, her voice rising in pitch.
The tension coiled tighter and tighter within her, a spring wound to the breaking point. Lucas’ fingers moved relentlessly against her clit, his other hand still pinning her arms behind her back.
“That’s it, baby,” he growled. “Come for me.”
With a final, deep thrust, Emily’s world exploded. “Lucas!” she screamed, her body convulsing with pleasure.
Lucas groaned, burying himself to the hilt one last time as he joined her in blissful release. His arms wrapped around her trembling form, holding her close as they rode out the waves of ecstasy together.
As the aftershocks subsided, Emily slumped back against Lucas’ chest, utterly spent. Her heart raced, and she struggled to catch her breath.
“Holy shit,” she muttered, her mind hazy with post-orgasmic bliss.
Lucas chuckled, his chest rumbling against her back. “You can say that again, baby girl,” he said, pressing a soft kiss to her shoulder.
Lucas gently lifted Emily off his lap, guiding her to perch on the arm of the chair. “Stay put,” he murmured, pressing a quick kiss to her forehead before disappearing to dispose of the condom.
Emily’s legs felt like jelly, her body still humming with residual pleasure. She watched Lucas’ retreating form, admiring the play of muscles beneath his skin.
“Damn,” she muttered to herself. “How’d I get so lucky?”
A few moments later, Lucas returned, a mischievous glint in his eye. In his hands, he carried a tray laden with a bottle of wine, two glasses, and–
“Oh my god, is that cheesecake?” Emily squealed, her eyes lighting up at the sight.