When the last bite was gone, Emily stood, gathering the plates. “Alright, lover boy. Decision time.”
Lucas raised an eyebrow, intrigue sparking in his eyes. “Oh?”
She leaned against the counter, purposely arching her back just enough to make the babydoll ride up. “I’ve got a chocolate gateau chilling in the fridge. Question is, do you want that now, or are you too… distracted for dessert?”
Lucas’ eyes darkened, his gaze raking over her body with unmistakable hunger. “Fuck, Em. You know damn well I can’t think about food right now.”
“You sure?” she teased, voice huskier than intended. “It’s a damn good gateau.”
In one fluid motion, Lucas was on his feet, closing the distance between them. “The only thing I want to taste right now,” he growled, “is you.”
Emily’s breath caught as he caged her against the counter, his body radiating heat. “Well,” she managed, trying to keep her voice steady, “who am I to deny such a polite request?”
Lucas crashed his lips into Emily’s, his tongue and lips devouring hers with a ferocity that made her knees weak. She moaned against his mouth, the sound muffled but unmistakably wanton. Her hands slid up his chest, feeling the hard planes of muscle beneath his shirt, before reaching his shoulders.
With trembling fingers, Emily began undoing the buttons of Lucas’ shirt. She couldn’t help but think how different this felt from all of her past encounters – there was an intensity here, a raw connection that made her pulse race.
Lucas’ hands moved to cup her breasts, kneading the flesh and pinching her nipples through the delicate lace. Emily gasped, arching into his touch.
“Fuck, Lucas,” she breathed, breaking the kiss. “You’re gonna drive me crazy.”
He grinned wickedly. “That’s the plan, baby girl.”
Emily tugged his shirt open, running her hands over his exposed chest. “Two can play at that game,” she murmured, leaning in to trail kisses along his jawline.
Lucas groaned, his grip on her tightening. “Christ, Em. You have no idea what you do to me.”
She pulled back, eyes gleaming with mischief. “Oh, I think I have some idea,” she purred, deliberately pressing her hips against his growing hardness.
“Minx,” Lucas growled, capturing her lips in another searing kiss.
Lucas leaned down, his lips blazing a trail of fire down Emily’s neck and across her collarbone. She tilted her head back, a breathy moan escaping her as his teeth grazed a particularly sensitive spot.
“Fuck, Lucas,” she gasped, her fingers tangling in his hair. A sudden thought pierced through the haze of desire. “Don’t you dare leave more marks anywhere obvious. I’m working in the city tomorrow.”
He chuckled against her skin, the vibration sending shivers down her spine. “We’re at yours, baby girl. As you said, you have scarves,” he murmured, his voice low and husky.
Before Emily could protest further, Lucas latched onto the sensitive skin at the base of her neck, nibbling and sucking with intent.
“You bastard,” she groaned, but there was no real heat in her words. Her body betrayed her, arching into his touch even as she weakly attempted to push him away.
Lucas pulled back, his eyes dancing with amusement. “Guess you’ll just have to get creative with your wardrobe choices, won’t you?”
Emily rolled her eyes, but couldn’t suppress a grin. “You’re impossible,” she muttered, tugging him closer. “Now shut up and kiss me properly.”
As their lips met again, Emily couldn’t help but think how different this felt from her past relationships. There was a freedom here, a sense of acceptance that made her heart swell. For once, she wasn’t overthinking every move – she was just… feeling.
Lucas deepened the kiss, his hands roaming her body with increasing urgency. Emily’s breath hitched as his fingers ghosted over the sheer lace of her babydoll, teasing her already sensitive skin.
“God, I want you,” he growled against her lips, his voice thick with desire. “Need to be inside you.”
Emily’s core clenched at his words, a rush of heat flooding through her. She broke away from the kiss, her chest heaving as she met his gaze. The raw hunger in his eyes made her knees weak.
“Bedroom,” she managed to say, grabbing his hand and tugging him towards the hallway. “Now.”
As they stumbled towards her room, Emily’s mind raced. This was happening fast – maybe too fast. But fuck it, she thought. For once in her life, she was going to stop overthinking and just enjoy the moment.
They barely made it through the doorway before Lucas pressed her against the wall, his body flush against hers. Emily gasped at the contact, feeling the hard planes of his chest through the thin fabric of her lingerie.
“You’re so fucking beautiful,” Lucas murmured, his hands sliding down to grip her hips. “Tell me what you want, baby girl.”
“I need you,” she breathed, her fingers already working at his belt.
Emily barely had time to catch her breath before Lucas spun her around to face the wall. His strong hands gripped her hips as he pressed against her from behind.
“Arch your back for me, baby girl. Legs apart,” he growled in her ear.
A shiver ran through her body as she complied, bracing her palms against the cool wall. She heard the rustle of fabric as Lucas shucked off his jeans, followed by the crinkle of a condom wrapper.
Lucas hooked her right leg over his arm, lifting it and spreading her wider. Without warning, he thrust inside her in one swift motion, burying himself to the hilt.
Emily cried out at the sudden fullness, her inner walls clenching around him. “Fuck, Lucas!”
“That’s it, take all of me,” he grunted, setting a punishing pace.
She pushed back to meet his thrusts, desperate for more friction. “Harder, daddy. Please!”
Lucas’ fingers dug into her hip as he pounded into her relentlessly. The sound of skin slapping against skin filled the room, punctuated by their ragged breathing and moans of pleasure.
“You like it like this, don’t you, baby girl? You like taking it like a good little slut,” he growled into her ear.
“Yes, yes!” she moaned, her back arching as her climax neared. “Oh, God, I’m … I’m …” She screamed his name as her orgasm hit, her world exploding around her.
With a final, hard thrust, Lucas groaned his own release. He collapsed against her, his breathing ragged.
“Jesus, Emily. You’re going to be the death of me,” he panted, kissing her shoulder.
She giggled, her body still trembling from the aftershocks. “It’s a good thing I’m here to bring you back to life, then.”
“You’re right about that, baby girl.”