body leaves a lot to be desired, Luke,” she protested, still nervous. “Certainly at my age.”
“Not for me, sweet Julia. I could feast on you forever.”
Now she allowed herself to look at him, to let her eyes take in every inch of his naked body, and she drew in her breath at the sight. As big as he was, his body was still lean but well-muscled, with silky hair on his arms, and a thick mat of curling hair on his chest. A thin line arrowed down to his groin to the most magnificent erection she’d ever seen. She quaked in anticipation.
He carried her down to the bed with him, his lips tracing a path across her breasts and the roundness of her belly to the soft triangle of curls at the apex of her thighs. He captured her mouth again as his hand moved toward her heat, gently nudging her legs apart. The liquid of arousal trickled from her cunt, and she caught her breath. Her body answered his touch with little coaxing. She loved his strong fingers on her, the heat of his mouth, and the feel of his flesh over hard muscles. He dropped his head lower and flicked his tongue on her nipples, then raked them with his teeth. Her breathing quickened and she arched herself into him.
More, more, more!
The demand echoed in her head. She wanted him to touch her everywhere at once. Kiss every bit of her. When his tongued traced a line even lower, a dark thrill raced through her. He shifted positions and his fingers gently opened the lips of her pussy. One swipe of his tongue across the sizzling knot of nerves made her cry out.
“Luke!”
“Right here, baby,” he murmured, his mouth busy on her sex.
He traced the line of her slit, lapping at the moisture gathered there. His teeth tugged gently on her pubic curls before nipping lightly at her labia.
Julia was sure she would burn alive from the heat racing through her. As her mind spun out, her only focus was her center where Luke’s mouth performed wonders on her. She forgot to worry, to be nervous, or afraid. All she wanted was more of what he was doing. The walls of her pussy fluttered like leaves in a hurricane, grasping hungrily at Luke’s marauding tongue.
An unfamiliar ribbon of hot need coiled low in her belly then unwound slowly, pushing her to a sensuous plateau she hadn’t even known existed. When his tongue thrust stiffly inside her wet channel, she cried out again and thrust her hips at him boldly.
Magic beckoned, a starburst waiting inside her to explode and thrust her into space. She reached for it, panted for it, but he held it just out of reach, teasing her, demanding she give everything to him. Breathing fractured, her body strained toward the explosion she needed like she needed her next breath.
Suddenly, he pulled away and rose to his knees. She pried her eyes open, her body quivering at the edge of the precipice he’d taken her to, shocked at the sudden absence of his touch.
“What’s wrong?” She barely croaked the words, stunned, wondering if she’d done something wrong.
“Shit.” He smacked his forehead. “I am the biggest damn idiot.”
“What is it?” She was frightened. Was he changing his mind? Now of all times? “Please tell me.”
“I have nothing with me,” he said, his voice grating. “I didn’t carry anything because I didn’t expect to need it.”
“Carry what?” She blinked. “I don’t understand.”
“Protection, damn it.” He pushed himself away from her. “I don’t want to send you home pregnant. That’s the last thing you’d need.”
Julia reached out a hand and tugged him back to her, desperate to feel his touch again. “It’s okay. I’m like the Boy Scouts, always prepared.”
“You’re taking birth control pills?”
She shook her head. “Couldn’t tolerate them. I have a coil. An intrauterine device. I haven’t gotten around to having it removed.”
“Thank God,” he breathed.
“So there’s no worry.” She tugged again until he lay against her. Her body shook with a desire beyond anything she’d ever known. “Please, Luke?”
Now there was no stopping, no thinking. He began his movements again, this time with a greater ferocity. She wanted to hurry him, so great was her building need, but he took his time, enjoying every inch of her, every response. He grasped both of her hands in one of his and drew them over her head, stretching her out and forcing her breasts upwards. The way he used his lips, his tongue, his teeth on her nipples drove her mad, creating a new sensitivity in her breasts. Lazily, he trailed kisses the length of her body. When she felt his tongue probing at her quivering folds again, she nearly jackknifed off the bed.
“Easy.” Luke’s voice was husky with desire. “You taste like fine wine, Julia. I could drink from you all night.”
He released her hands and placed both of his on her thighs, holding them open for his exploration. Using his tongue, he traced the length of her slit, teasing the sensitive nub of her clitoris, savoring her hot inner sheath. He lapped at her like an ice cream cone before inserting his tongue inside her pussy and fluttering it. She writhed beneath him, her muscles quaking, heat sizzling in her veins and accelerating her heartbeat. As sparks ignited 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.
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