Her hips bucked wildly as the most powerful orgasm of her life tore through her. Emily clenched and pulsed around Lucas, milking him for all he was worth. She felt like she was shattering into a million pieces, coming apart at the seams.
‘Holy shit,’ she thought hazily. ‘Is this what dying feels like?’
As the tremors began to subside, Emily collapsed onto the bed, gasping for air, Lucas sliding out of her as she fell. Her limbs felt like jelly, her mind blissfully blank. All she could do was lie there, savouring the lingering aftershocks of pleasure.
Lucas’ lips brushed her forehead, soft yet firm. “Let me look after you,” he murmured, his voice a low rumble that sent shivers down her spine.
She nodded, unable to form words as the ache between her thighs intensified. Lucas’ piercing blue eyes held hers for a moment before he turned and strode purposefully to the en-suite.
The mattress creaked as she shifted, wincing slightly. ‘Damn, he really did a number on me,’ she thought with a mix of pride and discomfort. ‘Worth it though’.
Lucas returned, a damp flannel in his strong hands. Steam curled off it invitingly.
“Spread your legs for me, sweetheart,” he said, his tone gentle yet brooking no argument.
She complied, biting her lip as cool air hit her sensitive flesh. Lucas settled between her thighs, his touch impossibly tender as he pressed the warm cloth to her ass.
“Fuck,” she hissed, torn between pleasure and pain.
“Too much?” Lucas asked, pausing.
“No, s’good,” she mumbled.
A ghost of a smile played on his lips as he continued his ministrations. The warmth seeped into her sore muscles, easing the ache.
“You did so well, baby girl,” Lucas murmured, his free hand stroking her inner thigh. “Took everything I gave you so beautifully.”
Pride bloomed in her chest at his praise. She’d pushed her limits tonight, discovering new depths of pleasure she hadn’t known existed. All thanks to this enigmatic man with his quiet strength and dominant touch.
“Think you can handle another round?” Lucas asked, a wicked glint in his eye.
She grinned, already feeling desire stirring anew. “Bring it on, daddy,” she smirked. “Maybe not my ass this time though.”
“Anything for you, baby girl,” Lucas murmured, his voice a low rumble that sent shivers down Emily’s spine.
Before she could respond, his lips crashed against hers in a searing kiss. Emily’s breath caught as Lucas’ tongue sought entrance, probing insistently. She parted her lips with a soft moan, allowing him to deepen the kiss.
Lucas devoured her mouth hungrily, his tongue tangling with hers in a sensual dance. Emily’s head spun as desire flooded her senses again. She clutched at his broad shoulders, fingers digging into taut muscle.
Fuck, he tasted good – like wine and sin. Emily pressed herself closer, relishing the heat of his body against her barely-covered skin. The lace of her bodysuit created delicious friction between them.
Lucas growled low in his throat, one hand tangling in her messy ponytail while the other gripped her hip possessively. Emily’s pulse raced as he dominated the kiss, leaving her breathless and aching for more.
Lucas pulled back, his eyes searching Emily’s face. “What do you want, baby?”
Emily’s heart raced as she gazed up at him, drinking in the sight of his tousled hair and kiss-swollen lips. God, he was gorgeous. And he had just rocked her world.
“I want to make you feel as good as you made me feel,” she breathed. Her fingers trailed down his chest, tracing the hard planes of muscle. “Let me take care of you.”
Lucas inhaled sharply. “Fuck, Em. You don’t have to-”
“I want to,” she insisted, pressing a finger to his lips. Her earlier nerves had evaporated, replaced by a heady mix of desire and determination. “Just lie back and enjoy, okay?”
He complied with a groan, settling onto the plush mattress. Emily took a moment to admire the view – all that golden skin on display, just for her. Mine, a possessive voice purred in her head.
She started slowly, peppering kisses along his jaw and down his neck. Lucas’ hands came up to tangle in her hair as she worked her way lower.
“Jesus, Em,” he gasped when she reached a particularly sensitive spot. “You’re killing me here.”
Emily grinned against his skin. “Good,” she murmured. “That’s the idea.”
Emily trailed her lips down Lucas’ taut abdomen, savouring the salt on his skin. Her tongue dipped into the ridges between his muscles, tracing the definition there. As her hands gripped his powerful thighs, she felt the muscles quivering beneath her touch.
“God, Em,” Lucas groaned, his voice husky.
She glanced up, meeting his piercing blue eyes clouded with desire. A thrill ran through her at the raw need she saw there. Emily had always prided herself on her independence, on not needing a man. But right now, she needed Lucas like she needed air.
Her fingers danced along his inner thighs as she pressed feather-light kisses lower. Lucas’ hips bucked slightly in anticipation. Emily paused, drinking in the sight of him – all lean muscle and quiet strength.
“Patience,” she murmured, a hint of playfulness in her tone.
Lucas let out a shaky laugh. “Easy for you to say.”
Emily’s lips quirked up in a small smile. She loved seeing this side of Lucas – the cracks in his usual composure. Slowly, deliberately, she lowered her head and pressed a gentle kiss to the tip of his cock.
Lucas’ hips jolted violently beneath her, a strangled groan escaping him. “Fuck, Em!”
She placed her hands on his hips to still him, relishing the feeling of control. Emily had always been a take-charge kind of woman, in her career and her life. Now she was bringing that same confidence to the bedroom.
“Just relax,” she purred. “Let me take care of you.”
Emily began licking him, starting at the base of his cock and working her way up. Lucas’ fingers tangled in her hair as she licked and explored every inch of him, paying special attention to the spot just underneath the head that made him groan and jump every time she touched it.
“Shit, Emily,” he ground out. “I’m not going to last.”
“Good,” she purred, her voice husky with desire. “Next time I’ll tease you.”
With that, she engulfed him whole, her tongue dancing along the shaft while her hands squeezed his balls. Lucas arched his back, his hands clutching the sheets above him.
“Fuck, fuck, fuck!” he cursed, his voice ragged with pleasure.
Emily moved faster, taking more of him into her mouth with each stroke, her tongue and lips working him into a frenzy. She could feel his cock twitching against her tongue, knew he was close.
“I’m going to come,” he warned, his voice hoarse with restraint.
“I know,” she whispered, her voice laced with satisfaction. “I want to taste you.”
That was all it took. With a muffled groan, Lucas came undone, spilling himself into her waiting mouth. Emily swallowed, relishing the salty, musky taste of him. She lingered, lapping up every drop, her tongue slow and sensual.
Finally, she looked up at him, her green eyes dark with desire and a hint of mischief. She crawled back up his body, straddling his hips. “What do you want, daddy? I’m all yours.”
Lucas growled, a low, guttural sound that rumbled through him, “I need to be inside you. Now, Emily.” His words were taut with restraint, his cock throbbing, hot and hard against her abdomen.
Emily lifted herself up, her back arching like a sensual bow. Her eyes darkened with desire as she took him in her hand, guiding him to her slick entrance. Slowly, so deliciously slow, she lowered herself onto him, enveloping him inch by inch, her walls quivering around his thickness.
He groaned, his teeth gritting together, “Fuck, you feel so good,” he moaned. His hands gripped her hips, guiding her rhythm as she slid down further and further, taking all of him inside her.
“Luke, yes,” she moaned, her eyes rolling back in her head as she felt him fill her completely. His cock stretched her in the best possible way, setting off a cascade of pleasure.
Lucas’ breathing ragged, his chest heaving, “Move for me, baby. Show me what you’ve got.”
Emily obliged, her hips beginning to roll, her pace building in intensity. Faster and harder she moved, her moans filling the room, bouncing off the walls in a symphony of primal lust. Sweat glistened on their heaving bodies, their shared need growing with each thrust.
Lucas’ s blue eyes burned into hers, his hands gripping her ass tighter, guiding her movements. “That’s it, baby, take it all,” he growled.
Emily’s orgasm began to build, her climax barreling towards her like a freight train. “Luke, fuck, I’m close,” she panted, her nails digging into his skin.
Lucas cursed, his control slipping, “Condom, fuck, we forgot a condom!”
“I don’t care,” she breathed, her voice a feral growl. “I’m on the pill, I need to feel you.”
With a growl of possession, Lucas relented, his restraint snapping. “Then take me, take it all,” he growled, his hips bucking upwards as he plunged into her depths, driving them both over the edge.
Her walls clamped around him, milking him of his seed as her orgasm crashed over her in waves. Lucas followed closely behind, his entire body tensing as he spilled himself within her, his seed mingling with her own juices.
As they both came down from their respective highs, Emily collapsed on his chest, her breathing heavy. Lucas wrapped his arms around her, holding her close as their breathing returned to normal.
“Shit,” he breathed, “That was…”
“Amazing,” she finished, her voice muffled by his chest.
Emily rolled off Lucas, feeling him slide out of her with a mixture of satisfaction and loss. The cotton sheets felt shockingly cold against her flushed skin, causing an involuntary shiver to ripple through her body.
Lucas noticed immediately. “Cold, baby girl?” he asked, his voice a low rumble.
Without waiting for an answer, he pulled her into his arms, his body radiating warmth. His lips brushed her forehead in a tender kiss that contrasted sharply with their earlier passion.
“Fuck,” Emily breathed, nestling into his embrace. “That was… intense.”
Lucas chuckled, the sound vibrating through his chest. “Understatement of the century,” he murmured, his fingers tracing lazy patterns on her back.
Emily buried her head deeper into Lucas’ chest, her body melting into his like butter on a hot day. Despite the afterglow, a nagging thought tugged at her.
“I should probably clean up,” she mumbled against his skin. “Feel kinda messy. But fuck if I want to move right now.”
Lucas’ chest rumbled with a low chuckle. He pulled back slightly, his eyes roving downward. Emily felt a flush creep up her neck as his gaze lingered between her thighs.
“Christ, Em,” he breathed, his voice husky. “Seeing my come leak out of you? Might just be one of my new favourite sights in the world.”
Emily’s breath caught in her throat. The raw desire in his voice sent a fresh wave of heat through her body, despite her recent orgasm.
“Perv,” she teased, but there was no bite to it. If anything, his words made her feel powerful, desirable.
Lucas grinned, unashamed. “Guilty as charged, baby girl.” His fingers trailed along her hip, leaving goosebumps in their wake. “But can you blame me? You’re fucking gorgeous.”
Emily’s mind raced, caught between the afterglow and the spark of renewed desire. She’d never felt this combination of satiated and hungry before. It was intoxicating.
“Keep talking like that,” she warned, “and we might need round three sooner than expected.”