She was so wet she could feel moisture on the inside of her thighs. What was it about Luke Buchanan where just a touch carried her to a plane of sexual arousal demanding more? Much more. Breathing in through her nose, she inhaled the wonderful scent of him, the scent that was pure Luke.
Almost tentatively, he traced the seam of her lips with his tongue, a back and forth motion demanding she part for him. When she did, the sweep of that tongue was light and graceful, no longer demanding but seductive. It flicked and danced, tasting first here, then there, leaving tiny bonfires every place it touched. Automatically, she tried to suck him deeper into her mouth, but he was too quick for her, following his own choreographed path. When she met his tongue with her own he nipped at it lightly with his teeth, and the throbbing in her pussy, the ache in her breasts, grew even more intense.
She wanted to cry out in protest when he lifted his mouth from hers, but in a moment she felt him working his hot lips in slow motion along her jawline and beneath her ear. He paused to bite gently on the soft lobe, sending shivers skating over her skin. Julia moaned, a tiny little sound vibrating at the back of her throat and increasing when he trailed his mouth down her neck. He slid one hand back to the collar of her sweater, giving himself access to the erogenous zone where her neck and shoulder joined. She tightened her fingers on his wrists, balancing herself as the floor seemed to fade away beneath her feet, leaving her floating in space.
Luke spent long moments paying homage to her neck, moving his mouth to the hollow of her throat where her pulse pounded erratically. Then at last—at last!—he shifted his hands to tug at the bottom of the sweater and broke contact with her long enough to pull it over her head and toss it to the side.
Now she flew into a frenzy for intimate contact. Her fingers trembled as she fumbled with the buttons on his shirt, finally pulling it open, buttons flying to the floor. She pushed it down his arms and he obligingly shrugged the rest of the way out of it. Frantic with the need to touch him without the barrier of clothing, she ran her hands over his thick pelt of soft hair. A sound of raw need rumbled up from his throat when she raked her fingernails over his flat nipples.
He trailed kisses from her throat down between the valley of her breasts and tweaked her nipples through the flimsy silk of her bra. His tongue was a sensual weapon he drew lazily across the upper swell of her breasts before moving his head to pull one distended nipple into his mouth, fabric and all. Julia sucked in her breath, squeezing her thighs together in an effort to contain her growing need, but it surged through her with the speed and force of a lightning bolt.
Somehow, her bra disappeared and she was skin to skin with Luke, her sensitized breasts pressed against the wall of his chest, the fine mat of hair abrading her nipples like tiny branding irons. She was hot all over, her skin too tight, her body soft and pliant and somehow not even her own any more. And still Luke continued his slow, seductive torment, tasting here, nibbling there.
“Oh, please,” she breathed, a small sound of satisfaction bubbling from her as his fingers moved over the button and zipper of her slacks.
Moving the material out of the way, he slid a hand inside her panties and cupped one cheek of her ass with his long, hot fingers. Her blood raced at the contact, muscles quivered and the scent of her musk drifted up to her nostrils. When he glided his warm palms over the surface of her cheeks, more nerves sparked and sizzled, fed by the continued assault of his mouth on her breasts. That talented, clever, seductive mouth was everywhere, sliding over every surface of her skin, while he continued to stroke her buttocks. When he slipped his fingers into the hot cleft between the cheeks she gasped, a jab of lust spearing her. She remembered the erotic burn of his cock inside her there and wanted it—craved it—again. She surged into his touch and felt the curve of his smile against her skin.
She trembled, wanting him everywhere in and out of her body, yet still he took his time, touching, caressing, licking, nipping, until she was half out of her mind. Her hunger for him was so strong it threatened to engulf her. She pressed herself against his body, smiling at the thick feel of his hard cock, evidence of his arousal. She slipped one hand between them and closed her fingers around his shaft, fabric and all. His strangled moan was her reward.
Lifting his head, he brushed his mouth over hers again. Against her lips, he whispered, “I’m going to fuck you, Julia. In more ways than you can imagine. And when I’m through, the last thing you’ll think about is walking away from me.”
He broke their contact long enough to rid them of the rest of their clothes and rip the covers back on the bed. Then she was lying on the cool crisp sheets, her legs over his shoulders, him lapping with unabashed desire at her slit. He licked her labia with deliberate strokes and probed at
