“Luke . . .”

“Show me.”

She parted her thighs, revealing her sweet pussy. I knelt down in front of her and pushed her knees wider. She leaned back, her elbows against the breakfast bar. She was already wet enough that I could see the moisture glistening around her slit. Had she been sitting here thinking about me? Waiting for me to come back and do this to her? The thought made me groan.

I dragged my thumbs along the juncture of her thighs, holding off delving my tongue right into the core of her. I hadn’t recovered fully from my sprint home, and I wasn’t sure I’d be able to catch my breath while Ashleigh was naked. She was everything I’d never realized I needed.

She took my breath away.

I blew across her folds.

“Luke.” She grabbed my head with one hand. “Please.”

“Please what?” I loved hearing her dirty words. They were more evidence that the Ashleigh spread out in front of me was not the Ash that I’d know my whole life.

“Please. Lick me, suck me, fuck me. I need it.”

Her words had the effect they always did, and I got a little dizzy as blood rushed to my cock. I grunted and pushed her legs wider.

“Move in with me.” It was an unfair question—I was holding her to ransom, but I didn’t care how I got my way, just that I did. I grazed my teeth up her inner thigh, torturing her, needing to get her to the point where she was so desperate for my tongue, my cock, my fingers that she’d agree to anything.

“What?”

“You heard me. Move in with me.”

“Luke.” She shifted on the stool, pushing her hips forward. I pulled back, withholding what she needed.

“Say you’ll move in.”

“Jesus, this isn’t fair. I want to feel you.” Her voice was breathy and desperate.

“I want to taste you,” I replied, my words humming against her skin.

“Yes, please, Luke, yes. I’ll move in. Just please . . .” Her words were sharp and desperate, and the sounds caused a surge of blood to my dick. I couldn’t hold back any longer.

Ashleigh

I was a slave to Luke’s touch. The things I would do for it. I was going to have to find a way of backtracking. We couldn’t move too fast, couldn’t move in together. With my arms wrapped around his back and my body still limp with the aftershocks of my orgasm, Luke carried me into the bedroom.

“I need to shower,” I said.

“Afterward. I have to get you dirtier first. I need to be inside you without any distractions.”

He let go of me, and I slid down his body, backing up onto the bed. “Turn over. On all fours. I just . . . I’ll try to . . . Jesus, I’m going to lose it.”

I loved that he wanted me so much he couldn’t control himself. “Don’t try to do anything. Just have me as you want me.”

“I don’t want—”

“You’re not going to hurt me. I want you to show me how much you need me.” I turned around, positioned myself on all fours and looked back at him. I was desperate to be fucked by him, to feel the length of him inside me, thickening, hardening. It was a powerful feeling that created a weakness in me at the same time.

“Fuck.” He grabbed my hips, pushed into me immediately and stopped. I gasped at the feel of him. Each time it was unexpected how he filled me, as if I were made only for him.

His breath was hot on my skin as he ran his nose along my spine, gathering his strength and sliding his hands from my waist to my shoulders.

“I’m addicted to how you smell. It reminds me of . . . home.” He bit down on my shoulder and sucked until it hurt and I was begging him to fuck me. “And I love to taste you.”

I was sure he’d left a mark. I shuddered at having a semi-permanent reminder of him on my skin.

“Please. I want it.”

“Tell me,” he whispered in my ear. He liked me to talk to him, said he wanted to hear my dirty words. I couldn’t stop them from falling from my mouth even if I’d wanted to.

“I want you to fuck me so hard I can’t walk for the rest of the day.”

He groaned, and I pushed back, urging him to begin his rhythm.

“What else?” he asked.

“I want you to slide inside me and feel how wet you make me. How desperate I am for your cock. How I’d do anything just to have you fuck me—” He extracted truths when he fucked me. I couldn’t hide anything when we were together like this.

My words had the desired effect, and he started to pump in and out. I arched my back in relief as he pulled his tacky fingers down my spine, tracing his thumb lower and brushing over the puckered flesh of my anus. I wanted it all; I wanted to feel him in every possible way.

He reached around over my hips, down to my clit and circled the bundle of nerves. My words came more rapidly. “Yes. More. Harder. Just. Like. That.”

The skin across my body buzzed and seemed to weaken me. My arms collapsed, and I fell forward, changing the angle of his penetration. I gasped and clenched, eliciting groans from Luke that became louder and louder. He betrayed his desperation, interrupting his rhythm as he tried to get deeper and deeper, grasping my hips, and then at my shoulders, pulling me toward him. I let him take over my body, offering no resistance as he pushed and pulled as he needed. It was too much, too good, too perfect.

His hands were all over me, alternating between rounding my clit, pulling at my painfully hard nipples and grazing my ass. Each time his thumb pushed a little harder, stayed a little longer. “Yes,” I gasped finally as I felt his slick-coated thumb begin to press. He didn’t need to hold back. “More.”

“Jesus, you’re so fucking perfect,” he groaned, maintaining his rhythm perfectly as his thumb pushed inside, past the bunched ring of muscles. The sensation was too much. My blood drummed in my ears, and I closed my eyes as my orgasm caught up with me, as if it were breaking out of my core and running along my limbs.

Luke let out an unintelligible cry from behind me, and the pads of his fingers pressed so deep I thought he was climbing inside me. My legs buckled under the force of his thrusts, and I lay flat on the bed as he chased his orgasm. Seconds later, he released himself into me.

He collapsed on top of me then rolled to my side. “What are you doing to me?” His voice was thick with exertion as he pulled my limp body so I was strewn across him. “You’re amazing. I love you.”

“You’re amazing, and I love you.”

“Then there will be plenty of amazing to go around in this flat when you move in.”

“There’s no way you can hold me to that. You were torturing me. You’re the lawyer; you should know that evidence obtained as a result of duress doesn’t hold up in court.”

Luke pushed himself up on his elbows, and I looked at him from my position on his chest. “You’re moving in with me, Ashleigh. You agreed and I’m holding you—”

“You don’t think it’s too fast?” Normal couples didn’t live together weeks after getting together. I hated to ruin what we had by moving too quickly.

“We’ve been waiting our whole lives. We know each other better than almost anyone else in the entire world. Let’s not waste any more time.” His tone was equally pleading and determined, and I found that I wasn’t as panicked as perhaps I should be. Maybe we were special.

I got butterflies at the thought that we might actually be doing this. “I insist on paying you rent.”

“You’re my lover, not my roommate.” He linked his fingers through mine. “We’ll be paying a mortgage, and I’ll cover it while you’re in school.”

I pressed my lips to his chest. It was time to believe in the fairytale and take a leap of faith.

“Okay,” I mumbled.

“What was that?”

I looked up, and he was grinning at me.

“Okay,” I repeated.

“Okay? Okay what?”

Apparently, Luke’s desire to torture me hadn’t dimmed.

“Okay, I’ll move in with you. As long as you promise me orgasms on demand.”