Emily’s body suddenly went rigid, every muscle clenching as the orgasm crashed over her. A guttural moan escaped her lips, dissolving into breathless gasps as waves of pleasure radiated through her. Her thighs trembled, threatening to close around Lucas’ head, but his firm grip kept her open to him.
“Fuck, Lucas,” she panted, her chest heaving. “That was…”
He looked up at her, a cocky grin on his face. “Delicious,” he finished for her, licking his lips.
Emily laughed, a mix of post-orgasmic bliss and genuine amusement. “Smug bastard,” she said affectionately.
Lucas pressed a kiss to her inner thigh. “I’m going to grab a condom,” he said, his voice husky with desire. “Don’t move.”
As he stood and walked towards the bedroom, Emily couldn’t help but admire his naked form. She thought about how different this was from her tumultuous relationship with Ryan. No power struggles, no underlying tension – just raw, honest desire.
Lucas returned, already rolling the condom on as he approached. Emily’s eyes roamed over his body, drinking in the sight of him.
“See something you like?” he teased, positioning himself between her legs.
Emily smirked. “Maybe,” she replied, reaching out to run her hands along his chest. “Why don’t you come closer and find out?”
Lucas growled low in his throat, a sound of pure desire that sent shivers down Emily’s spine. In one fluid motion, he surged forward, covering her body with his own and sliding deep inside her in a single, powerful thrust.
Emily gasped, her back arching off the sofa. “Oh god, Lucas,” she moaned, her nails digging into his shoulders.
He stilled for a moment, forehead pressed against hers, both of them panting. “Fuck, Em,” he groaned. “You feel amazing.”
She wrapped her legs around his waist, pulling him even closer. “Move,” she demanded, rolling her hips against his.
Lucas didn’t need to be told twice. He began to move, setting a steady rhythm that had Emily seeing stars. Each thrust sent sparks of pleasure coursing through her body.
“Like that?” he asked, his voice rough with exertion.
“Yes,” Emily hissed, meeting him thrust for thrust. “Don’t you dare stop.”
As they moved together, Emily found herself marveling at how right this felt. There was no awkwardness, no hesitation – just two bodies moving in perfect sync.
“Harder,” she urged, digging her heels into his lower back. “I’m not going to break, Lucas.”
He obliged, picking up the pace and driving into her with renewed vigor. The sound of skin slapping against skin filled the room, punctuated by their shared moans and gasps of pleasure.
Emily felt the tension building inside her, a coiling spring wound tight and ready to snap. Lucas’ relentless pace had her teetering on the edge, each thrust sending shockwaves of pleasure through her core.
“Fuck, Lucas,” she panted, her voice ragged. “I’m so close.”
He growled in response, his hips snapping against hers with increased ferocity. “Come for me, baby,” he demanded, his voice low and commanding.
Emily’s world narrowed to the feeling of Lucas inside her, his cock hitting spots she didn’t even know existed. She could feel herself clenching around him, her body desperate for release.
“I can’t… I can’t hold on,” she gasped, her nails raking down his back.
Lucas leaned down, his lips brushing against her ear. “Then don’t,” he whispered, before capturing her mouth in a searing kiss.
That was all it took. Emily’s orgasm crashed over her like a tidal wave, her body arching off the sofa as pleasure exploded through every nerve ending. She cried out Lucas’ name, her inner walls pulsing around him as he continued to thrust, drawing out her pleasure.
He slipped out of her, heading to the bathroom to clean up.
Emily’s breathing slowly calmed as she curled up on the couch, feeling pleasantly sore and satisfied. Lucas returned from the bathroom, two glasses of red wine in hand. He settled beside her, passing over a glass.
“So,” he said, a mischievous glint in his eye. “Tell me something I don’t know about Emily Carter.”
She snorted, taking a sip of wine. “Like what? My favorite colour? The fact that I once ate an entire wheel of cheese on a dare?”
Lucas chuckled, his fingers tracing lazy patterns on her thigh. “How about what makes you tick? What drives you?”
Emily paused, considering. She wasn’t used to guys wanting more than just her body. “I guess… I’m driven by the need to prove myself. To show that I’m more than just my family name or a pretty face in a boardroom.”
“Is that why you work so hard?” Lucas asked, his tone genuinely curious.
“Partly,” Emily admitted. “But also because I actually give a shit about what I do. I work with a lot of small companies, I can make a massive difference to their success.”
Lucas nodded, his eyes never leaving hers. “I get that. It’s admirable.”
Emily felt a warmth in her chest that had nothing to do with the wine. “Your turn,” she said, poking him playfully. “What makes Lucas tick?”
Lucas took a long sip of wine, his piercing blue eyes distant for a moment. When he spoke, his voice was low and serious.
“After I left the military, I was on my own. No family, no support system. Just me and a shitload of memories I didn’t know how to process.”
Emily felt a pang in her chest. She reached out, her fingers intertwining with his.
“That must have been tough,” she said softly.
Lucas nodded, his jaw tight. “It was. Civilian life… It’s a whole different ball game. And when you’ve got no one to fall back on, it can be a fucking nightmare.”
He paused, taking another swig of wine. Emily could see the tension in his shoulders, the way his free hand clenched and unclenched.
“That’s why I work so hard with my company now,” he continued. “To help other vets. Because readjusting to civilian life is hard enough when you’ve got people in your corner. When you don’t…” He trailed off, shaking his head.
Emily felt a surge of admiration for the man beside her. “That’s incredible, Lucas. Really.”
He shrugged, but she could see a flicker of pride in his eyes. “It’s just… I know what it’s like. To feel lost, alone. I don’t want anyone else to go through that if I can help it.”
Emily leaned in, pressing a soft kiss to his cheek. “You’re a good man, Lucas Hart,” she murmured.
Emily pulled back, a mischievous glint in her eye. “You know what? I’ve got an idea. Let’s play ‘Never Have I Ever.’ Quick way to get to know each other better.”
Lucas arched an eyebrow, a smirk playing at the corner of his lips. “Aren’t I a bit too old for drinking games?”
“Oh, please,” Emily scoffed, rolling her eyes. “How old are you anyway?”
“Forty-four,” he replied, his blue eyes twinkling. “And you?”
“Twenty-five,” Emily shot back, chin tilted defiantly. “And there’s no such thing as too old for a drinking game, old man.”
Lucas chuckled, the sound low and rich. “Alright, firecracker. You’re on. But don’t blame me when you’re nursing a hangover tomorrow.”
Emily grinned, reaching for the bottle to top up their glasses. Her mind raced, thinking of all the juicy details she might uncover. Sure, Lucas was older, but that just meant more stories, right?
“Ready to have your ass handed to you by a twenty-five-year-old?” she teased, raising her glass.
Lucas’ eyes darkened, a predatory smile spreading across his face. “Careful what you wish for, baby girl. I’ve got a few tricks up my sleeve.”
Emily felt a shiver run down her spine, equal parts excitement and anticipation. This was going to be one hell of a game.