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throughout her body, Julia grabbed his head to steady herself, her fingers tangling in his hair, and her hips rising up to meet him.
“Beautiful Julia.” When he lifted his head, she could see her cream glistening on his lips. “I love your skin, your hair, every inch of your body.”
His words captivated her. They were like an aphrodisiac, inflaming her even more.
“Talk to me, Julia,” he rose up and murmured in her ear. “Tell me what you like. What pleases you, what excites you. Do you like my mouth here?” He nipped at her clit. “My hands here?” One long finger pressed into her warm, waiting heat. “Do you like me to stroke you like this?” He slipped another finger in beside it and began a steady in and out stroke. With his voice he urged her on to a greater and greater state of excitement than she’d known could exist.
Desire built inside her, kindled slowly by Luke’s patient, expert touching. His mouth worshipped her cunt, sucking and licking until she was nearly mindless. His hands held her thighs apart so she was wide open to whatever he chose to do. In a moment, his tongue was at her pussy, a wicked instrument of arousal. The tension inside her grew almost unbearable in its force. She both welcomed it and feared it, knowing something was about to happen that would change her expectations forever.
At the moment she thought her heart would stop, he moved over her, pulling her hips toward him, and slowly entered her. His cock was so thick and enormous and she was so tight he stretched her to the fullest. He moved slowly, obviously taking care not to hurt her, sliding in inch by inch. When he was fully inside her, the head of his shaft touching her womb, he began moving in and out in an age-old rhythm.
“Look at me, Julia,” he commanded.
She opened her eyes and stared straight into his brown ones, drowning in the hot pools of melted chocolate. Her heart, already thundering loudly, stuttered, and a strange emotion rolled over her. Had she known at the start this was more than sex? More than a frantic coupling? More than a sudden itch they’d decided to scratch? Because that wasn’t her, and she certainly didn’t know if it was him.
“I feel it, too.” His voice was hoarse, with the strain of control and…something else. “Keep your eyes on me. I want to see you when you come, watch the pleasure in your face.”
She couldn’t have torn her gaze away if she’d wanted to.
Now he increased the tempo, and she moved with him, their bodies slick and sliding against each other. He moved his cock in and out of her wet, grasping heat with a steadily building pace. Inside her body, Julia felt pressure building, fighting to consume her entirely. She hung at the edge of a steep precipice, wanting to leap over but afraid. Something held her back. Then Luke slid his hand between them and touched her clit, hard. And she came, shattering in a cataclysmic convulsion, swirling in space, colors streaking around her, the world spinning, spinning. She could feel the spasms as his own climax peaked and he emptied himself into her.
It seemed to go on and on until she thought they both would die. Finally, he collapsed on top of her, his heart slamming into her ribs in time with the loud beating of her own. They lay together, breathing ragged, until calm finally stole over them and their heartbeats returned to a normal rhythm.
Luke raised his head at last and kissed her lightly, nibbling at her lower lip, then her cheeks and her eyelids.
“Can I tell you how unbelievable you are?” he asked. “And what you do to me?”
“This was magic,” she breathed, reaching up to hold his face between her palms. “I didn’t know it could be this good.”
He eased slowly from her body. “I could ask you what you mean, but I won’t. I don’t want anything to break the spell. Rest, Julia. I’m not near finished with you. But first, a shower.” He brushed his lips over one nipple. “I can’t wait to shower with you.”
Chapter 5
Julia had never showered with another person, not even at camp or in college. Standing under the warm spray with Luke, feeling his hands slick with soap sliding over her skin, was more erotic than she could have imagined—if she’d been able to imagine it. He cupped her breasts and kneaded them gently before rasping his nails over her nipples and pinching them with a light touch. With tender movements, he stroked his way down her stomach to the nest of curls covering her mound, working lather into them before sliding a finger inside her.
She jerked slightly and he caught her gaze.
“Too sore?”
She shook her head mutely, unable to find words as new waves of pleasure swept through her.
“I love how slick you are,” he murmured, working his long fingers in and out of her. “And hot. God, you could burn me alive with your heat.”
She wanted to touch him, too, wanted to feel him in her hands. She wrapped her slim fingers around his cock, now swollen and erect again. She loved the feel of the velvet skin over steel, the smoothness of the broad head, the fine hair covering the sac holding his balls.
He sucked in a breath when she manipulated him with wet fingers.
“Careful, sugar. I don’t want this party to be over before it starts.”
She could hardly believe he’d be ready for her again so soon. Everything with Luke was new and different and exciting. She didn’t want to sleep, afraid she’d miss some pleasurable experience.
They never truly slept, dozing now and then between wild bouts of lovemaking. For the first time in her life, Julia felt wanton and uninhibited, as if another person had taken possession of her body. She wanted to pleasure Luke as he had done for her, relishing the feel of his shaft in her hand, the silkiness of his skin, the heaviness of the sacs between his legs. She was tentative at first, but urged on by his cries of passion, she became bolder and bolder.
He took her every way possible, each time more creative and inventive than the last, never allowing her to retreat. Nor did she want to. She was drunk with pleasure, her body constantly demanding more. And the words he kept murmuring to her were exciting words, raw, and erotically stimulating.
She resented the inevitable approach of morning, wanting to push back the hours, and extend the night forever. Lying next to Luke was like bonding with strength, but a strength that protected and cherished. When they finally fell asleep for the last time, they spooned together, one of Luke’s legs thrown over both of hers, and she slept dreamlessly.
The ringing of the phone with her wakeup call startled her out of sleep, leaving her at first disoriented. Why was there a warm male body lying next to her? Then every intimate detail of the night flooded her brain. She was immediately aroused and anxious. Would he regret everything that happened? Would she? Would it be uncomfortable? What should she say? Do?
Then she felt Luke’s morning erection rising against her bottom and snuggled against it.
“Careful,” he told her, his voice still drowsy with sleep. “What you feel could lead to dangerous things.”
And so it did, wiping away her anxiety.
There was almost no foreplay this time. They were both ready, as if their bodies knew this would have to last until… Who knew when? Luke simply rolled her to her back, bent her knees back to give him full access, and plunged into her pussy. The wet flesh sucked at him, welcomed him, and held him tight. Again he held her gaze, his liquid eyes boring into hers as he plunged in and out of her slick walls. It seemed like only seconds before they both climaxed, bodies shuddering as spasms gripped them. The walls of her cunt flexed and pulsed as she bathed his cock with her liquid heat.
Spent, they lay wrapped together as they’d done during the night, dragging air into their lungs.
“I don’t want to let you go,” he murmured, his lips against her ear, his warm breath like a soft breeze against her skin.
“I don’t want to go, either. I think I’ll call home and tell them the rest of the year has been cancelled,”