“Always ready for you Cal.”
“Should I take you right here in the car? Where anyone can see us?” I rake my teeth against her skin, then trail the path back with my tongue. “Where anyone can see me bury my cock deep inside of you until we both fall apart?”
“God, yes . . . and no.” I chuckle at her indecision. It seems she still has the ability for coherent thought, which makes the decision for us. I cup her face and kiss her savagely, diving my tongue between her parted lips and stroking hers seductively. Pushing my finger impossibly deeper inside her pulsating core until I feel her clench around me, I pull my hand away from her achingly slow before easing back straight in my seat.
Her head drops back against the car window with a thud as she struggles to contain her breathing. “Damn, you’re good at that.”
“If we can get inside within the next five minutes, I’ll show you exactly how good it is going to be.”
“Fuck yes.”
Never have I seen a woman move so fast. Within moments, we’re out of the car and striding toward the stairwell door, scaling the two flights of stairs to her floor then we’re inside of her apartment. We strip off our clothes, and I stalk toward her bedroom. Luce walks backward and makes a show out of every item of clothing she drops to the floor until she’s standing at the foot of her bed wearing nothing but a smile.
“You’re stunning,” I murmur as I move my naked body up against hers, my hands gripping her ass and pulling her hips into mine.
Her hands grip my biceps then slide up and around my neck. “So . . . about that conversation you started in the car . . .” Rising up on her toes, she runs the tip of her tongue up my neck and along my jaw until her lips reach mine. “I think we should finish it.”
I tighten my grip on her ass, thrusting my cock between her thighs so that my pelvis grinds against her clit with every subtle movement. “God, that feels so good.”
“I need you hard and fast, Cal.”
“No, my sweet Luce. We need slow and steady, seductive and sexy.” I run my tongue along her bottom lip. Her mouth opens for me, and I give her the opposite of what she’s aching for. With languid strokes of my tongue, I explore her mouth, continuing to thrust myself against her core. She buries her fingers into my hair, holding fast as she grinds down on my cock and pulls our bodies as close as possible.
“God, I need you inside me.”
“Now that I can do. But first. I need you to ride my face.”
“If I’m riding your face then I’m going to be lying on top of you with my mouth on your cock while I’m doing it. Fair’s fair.”
This woman is both my sin and my salvation. One look at the desperate need in her eyes has me wanting to drop to my knees in worship.
“On the bed, Luce,” I all but growl. My voice is a gravelly husk that betrays any unaffected façade I could ever try to hide behind.
Without further instruction, she lies down on top of the comforter. She stretches out her lithe body and lifts her arms above her head, then wraps her fingers around her wrought iron headboard and lifts her eyes to meet mine. The heat emanating back at me as I stand over her almost chokes me. This woman has so much power over me yet she remains unaware of it, which is equally terrifying and thrilling in the same breath.
I move along the bed, standing over her as I take in the sheer perfection of the image she creates.
“You’re a vision,” I rasp, bending down to take her peaked nipple between my lips. Grating my teeth around the sensitive flesh, I run my hands down the length of her arms toward her shoulders. My palms curve around her breasts, offering them to my rapacious mouth as I switch sides, a gentle bite eliciting a delicious moan from her lips that I feel throughout her chest.
“Cal . . .” she whispers. Her words are weighted with need and call to my most basal instincts. “ . . . just let go.”
I know she’s not alluding to my lips on her flesh. Her intuitive talent knows no bounds, and that thought both terrifies and thrills me.
I stamp down that notion though as I lift one of my legs over her body, both knees braced against the side of her chest. My hands move to her hips as I lower my head, my tongue spearing through her slick heat as the taste engulfs my senses and engrosses my mind.
Her fingers wrap around my shaft and her warm tongue circles the head. A lascivious moan escapes over her lips and vibrates around the most sensitive part of me. It serves to make my hunger for her stronger. My fingers bite into the supple skin covering her ass as I greedily lap at her drenched core.
“Hands on the headboard, Luce,” I growl as I circle my tongue around her engorged clit, adding the lightest of scrapes over the sensitive nerves. Her body arches from head to toe, my cock slipping between her lips to the back of her throat. Flexing my knees, I lift my hips toward the ceiling and slowly lower my cock back down, and a rhythm is born. Tightening her lips around the base of me, she pushes her back into the mattress with every withdrawal and lunges forward with every downward thrust until her throat is constricting around the tip.
“Fuck!” I groan against her as I push my tongue down and inside her, her muscles contracting around me in a cadence my ministrations have created. I try to lift my weight off her body but she simply tries to take me deeper. The loose grip I have on my control takes an almost diabolical hit as a wave of pleasure and need courses through me. The desire to drive deep inside her mouth while bringing her to the dizzying heights of pleasure is almost too strong to bear.
Her arms move down and her hands grasp hold of my hips, her fingers mirroring my own grip. She continues to push me, prodding the monster within and silently begging him to break free. I close my eyes and focus on making her climax, trying hard to ignore the growing need inside of me to push the limit.
Needing a distraction, I tighten my grip and roll over onto my back, bringing Lucia’s body over and on top of mine, the tension that had built in my spine dissipating as I step back out of the red zone.
I drift my hands down and push apart her thighs, granting me further access to her core. . Dipping both thumbs inside of her, I focus my attention on making her come, needing her climax to anchor me to reality.
“Deeper, Cal,” she rasps, as she runs her tongue over my balls, gently prodding the tight, sensitive skin underneath.
I push my thumbs all the way in and circle her entrance with the hardened tip of my tongue. But she doesn’t relent; she deep throats my cock like a woman on a mission, a woman whose sole focus is on seeing me unhinged.
It’s as if my body takes on a mind of its own. I push up as Luce glides down and stays there, my cock throbbing in anticipation as she swallows hard and lifts slightly before pushing down deeper, impossibly far. A haze comes over me, my skin burning with the need to move. My mind screams at me to pull back, but my subconscious has grabbed hold of the reins and has eyes on the prize. I lose all rational thought and run my hands down to grip her shoulders. Her movements are ragged now, her head jerking up and down on my cock. My fingers run up her neck into her hair, and I tighten my hold and let her dictate the momentum, but when I raise my lips to her clit and suck hard, she screams. Her entire body tightens—her legs, her arms, her lips, her throat, and I’m driven head first into the most intense climax of my life, bar none. Her muscles vibrate around the head of my cock and I release myself deep inside her mouth, the steady muted moans around my skin making my entire body hum, head to toe and back up again.
Gently lifting her mouth off my cock, she leans her head against my thigh, her breaths coming in rapid pants. I’m filled with the need to maintain as much contact with her as possible as my scattered mind struggles to reconstruct itself from the debris. My orgasm was akin to nothing I have ever felt in my life. Intense and debauched, it was as if Lucia was compelled to drive me out of my mind. She was steadfast in her desire to push me over that invisible line, snapping the guide wires and leaving me in a free fall of impulse and instinct.