“Liso y blando. Liso y blando,” she babbled, her hands in fists above her head.
“Say, me hace gritar, Lucas.”
She’d say anything at this point so she repeated the words, not having any idea what she was saying. “Me hace gritar, Lucas.” Her voice took on a keening sound.
“Say, hace que mis dedos se doblen, Lucas,” he said smiling, still manipulating her nipples with his fingers.
The sentence was too long. He broke it down and made her say it slowly. She did.
Then he said, “It’ll be my pleasure to make you scream and make your toes curl. Get ready. This one’s going to come hard and fast.”
He put his mouth on her and swallowed her whole, going at her like a man starved. He held her legs open and licked, bit, sucked, consumed her, finally sucking her clit into his mouth with a vengeance and sinking his teeth into the spongy nub.
She came like she’d never come before, screaming, bucking, rotating her hips so she was pushing into his mouth over and over. Her leg muscles strained and her toes curled and still he held on, carrying her through until pleasure passed over into a gorgeous pulsing nip of pain. She mewled, completely spent and he finally put her down on the counter, then quickly stripped off his shoes, pants and boxer briefs.
Her body was sprawled just as he’d left it and by the time she was able to really see his naked form, he was stepping up to her and making himself comfortable between her legs. She let out a contented sigh, smiling shyly up at him, still gulping for air.
“Hey there,” he whispered, then kissed her chin moving his way up to her lips where he licked into her mouth.
“Mm, hi,” she said while kissing him, tasting herself on him.
He moved down to her neck and buried his hands into her hair, gripping it tightly. “I have a couple of questions.” She felt his erection probing at her.
“Hm,” she moaned, giving him her neck. He found a spot just behind her ear that caused a chill to pass through her. She could feel wetness settling between her legs again.
“How many men have you been with?” he asked while kissing that spot. When she hadn’t answered quickly enough to his liking, he leaned back to look down at her. “I know it’s a double standard and I know I should probably be horsewhipped for asking, but I need to know.”
“How many women have you been with?” she asked back with a little defiance in her eye.
“Less than fifty,” he said warily.
“Fifty!” she screeched. “Fifty? I should hope it’s less than fifty,” she said in disbelief.
“Probably closer to thirty,” he said sheepishly. “How many men have you slept with? I need to know.”
She gave him an exasperated look and said, “Two.”
He seemed to take a relieved breath and nodded. “Who are they?”
She rolled her eyes at him. “Really, Luke?” He was between her legs, so close to being inside her and they were having this conversation? Now?
“I want to know who they are,” he shrugged.
“You don’t know them, okay?”
“Then tell me who they are.” He waited.
She sighed. “They were from when I was in Paris.”
He pressed his lips together. “Fucking French.” He paused. “Were they good to you?”
She looked at him tenderly, touched by his concern. “Yes, they were good to me. Both were older. I met them through my classes at various cooking seminars and restaurants. The first man I’d only been with one time. He was very sweet, attentive. The second man was a short affair for about a month.” She seemed to hesitate.
“What? Tell me.”
She shrugged, for some reason embarrassed. “I was late to the sex game, shall we say. And when I was over there, I discovered some things about myself and finally found my self-confidence as a woman.”
He rubbed at her head and stroked her hair. “Go on.”
“I’d kissed some guys a couple of times in college and kissed my prom date in high school. They were all good guy friends but there was no spice there. I’m assuming they just weren’t interested in me that way. But it wasn’t until I was in France after losing the weight that I really explored my sexuality. I knew I’d never see these men again and in a way that made the experiences more liberating. I was kind of able to find myself.”
He nodded. “And what did you find out about yourself?” he whispered.
“I found that I really like sex,” she chuckled, taking a slow sensual bite of his chin. “I didn’t orgasm every time, but I loved the experience of it, the touching.”
His eyes glittered and he returned her kiss, tangling his tongue with hers for a moment. He moved his hips and she felt his hardness against her, so smooth and long. She fisted her hands in his hair kissing him back. He continued their conversation in between kisses.
“We’ll work on that orgasm part for sure. I’ll look forward to that,” he said lecherously. “How do you like it?” he asked. “What helps get you there?”
“You’re going to laugh when I say it,” she smiled against his lips.
“I promise I won’t laugh.”
“This is totally going to come back to bite me in the ass, I’m sure,” she began dryly. “Maybe I just attract domineering men, I don’t know. But both guys kind of took charge. And I liked it,” she said, whispering that last part. “For whatever reason, I like it when someone else makes the decisions in the bedroom, tells me what to do. Especially back then since I didn’t know what the hell I was doing in the beginning. I think I was probably drawn to them because,” she paused, “they reminded me a little of you.”
He groaned and dropped his forehead to hers. “I would’ve given anything to be your first.” He paused. “I’m glad you’re okay with me taking charge, because that’s definitely part of my DNA.” He stroked her cheek. “I wish it had been me.”
“Does it help to know that I thought of you the whole time? That’s actually,” she stopped.
His head jerked up and he looked down at her. “What?”
She shrugged, ready to confess all. “That’s actually how I was able to come most of the time. You asked me what gets me there. You. You get me there.”
His eyes looked at her lips hungrily.
“I thought of you a lot while I was with them,” she whispered, feeling guilty at that admission. “So, you see being with you really is like the first time for me. Those other guys don’t even compare to you. I thought about how I wanted you to touch me, how I wanted you to look at me the way you’re looking at me now. I never knew,” she swallowed. “I never thought you would ever see me as anything other than a little sister.”
“Janie,” he said almost in agony. He finally lifted his head. “I didn’t for a long time. I’ve always felt this protective side come out with you. We always had our special bond. You were my baby girl for so long.”
Her heart was swelling with love for him in that moment.
“Then we had your 25th birthday party before you left for Paris and for some reason things were shifting in my brain. But I fought it,” he said, rubbing his nose into hers. “I was so glad you were leaving so I could get my mind straight again. Then we picked you up from the airport when you got home and you’d transformed yourself into this sexy grown woman, even more confident than when you’d left, still my Janie with that fresh mouth and go get ’em personality, but just more…alluring.” He kissed her nose then looked at her. “I knew I had to figure my shit out.”
“That was frigging two years ago, Luke. What the hell have you been waiting for?” She laughed, a little exasperated and a whole lot frustrated.
He shrugged. “I thought your flirting was innocent, that you saw me as a brother. And I thought Mike and Jem would kill me if they knew I thought about you in a sexual way. It wasn’t until this past summer that I started to wonder if things could be different.”
“I could’ve had you, and all this time you’ve been with Vanessa,” she grumbled.
“Don’t think abou
t her anymore. She means nothing to me.”
“But still.” Janie was frustrated and working up a good lather of anger.
He held her face and nibbled at her lips while talking. “I haven’t slept with another woman in months. You’re all I’ve thought about.”
That mollified her slightly. “Well, I don’t think Mike’s going to kill you.”
“I know,” he said, his tone smug. “How do you think I finagled the keys to your apartment, woman?”
“You’ve talked to him about us.” She couldn’t wait to hear about this.
“I have.”
“When? What did he say?” She couldn’t believe the turn of events in the lasts two hours of her life.
He looked up, as if in thought. “He gave me the key when we all went salsa dancing. Then the day after the holiday party when you were at your spa treatment, we talked. He happened to mention that he was hoping I would find a good woman, now that he and Jem had found Emily and Ryann. And then he kept looking at me, waiting for me to comment so I told him to fuckin’ spit it out and he basically said he hoped you,” he paused, “found someone like me.”
“He did?” She smiled and cooed over the sweet comment from her brother.
Luke nodded and kissed her softly.
“That’s it?”
“That’s all you’re going to hear. The rest is top secret guy shit.” He gave her a loud smacking kiss. “If I told you, I’d have to kill you, and I’d much,” he kissed, “much,” he kissed again, “much rather have you living.” He pressed his erection into her. “Are you on birth control?”
She blinked at his abrupt change of subject. “I’ve only used condoms. I’m not on the pill.”
The corner of his mouth kicked up into sexual promise. “Good.” He began kissing her.
She giggled in confusion while his mouth was on hers. “It’s good I’m not on the pill, or that I’ve only used condoms?”
“Both. You not being on the pill reinforces to me that you weren’t planning on having regular sex with any guys, and it also means that when you are on the pill,” he tugged on her lower lip, “I can be inside you with no barriers. Both of us, for the first time.” Then he hesitated. “Do you want to be on the pill? Are you okay with that?” he asked warily. “I’m dying to be completely bare with you, skin on skin. Nothing separating us,” he stated emphatically. “Let’s make a doctor’s appointment tomorrow.”
She laughed at his ramblings. “Okay. Can I answer your questions now?”
“Sorry, I’ve been looking forward to this for a while. Knowing it’s within my reach is making me impatient.” His hardened penis poked onto her at that moment.
“You were the one who told me one of the things I wanted in a man –”
“I know – was patience,” he said impatiently. They both chuckled.
“Yes, I want to be on birth control. I just need to read up more about the options. I know some women gain weight on them and that makes me a little nervous. But I would love to not use a condom with you, too,” she whispered somewhat shyly.
He rolled his hips, pressing his erection onto her and breathed out a moan of anticipation. “We’ve talked long enough, don’t you think?”
He glanced over to the corner of the kitchen and Janie knew exactly what he’d just spotted.
The fire extinguisher. She chuckled. He reached into a kitchen drawer next to them getting something.
“What –?”
He pulled out a condom and tore it open with his mouth, then rolled it on himself. His smile caused a chill to go through her.
“Where on earth did that come from? Did you just get a condom out of my spoon drawer?” She laughed.
“There are condoms all over this place,” he said with his mysterious smile, then he fell on her without warning and Janie let it happen. He fed on her, ravaged her, all while pulling her to him so she was fit perfectly to his body. She wrapped her legs around him and pushed her core up into his hard body reaching for that part of him that she wanted inside her. He took her hands and placed them on his ass.
“I want you,” he breathed. “God, I want you so badly, I’m in pain.”
She was soaring above the clouds at the knowledge that he wanted her just as badly as she wanted him. Gripping the cheeks of his butt, she dug her fingers into his flesh and pulled him to her, begging him to move and relieve the pressure for both of them.
He didn’t need another hint and he moved a hand to her opening between them, touching her intimately, pushing what felt like three fingers inside her. She cried out.
“You’re so ready for me,” he breathed out, spreading her wetness around.
“I’ve always been ready for you, Luke,” she whimpered, looking him in the eye.
A beat passed then he moved his hand back to her hair and gripped it, holding her down so she couldn’t move and he could pound into her. And he did, propelling his hips forward wildly while he held her ass off the counter. She screamed at the invasion. He was huge and had entered with such force she would’ve moved significantly up the counter had he not been gripping her hair holding her in place.
Once in, he gritted his teeth and nearly growled, panting, his chest moving quickly up and down. He finally looked down at her. A look of complete lust and calm overcame his countenance, his lips forming a satisfied, wicked and cocky grin.
He pulled out to the tip then rammed back into her. She arched into him and let out a yell at the force of his action. He lay himself down on her chest and began moving his hips into a steady rolling rhythm, all the while resting his mouth on hers.
He surged in and out, causing both of them to yell. She could barely breathe, his chest crushing her own hypersensitive one. She whimpered against his mouth, but he didn’t stop the onslaught with his mouth. His hands dug into her hair and he squeezed, kissing her even more voraciously. He pulled away to look at her.
“Do you know what this means, Janie Callahan?” His voice came out on a grunt, his eyes closing in ecstasy which only made her more excited and aroused.
“It means you’re fucking me,” she moaned out as he pushed back into her. “I can’t believe we’re doing this. You feel so good, Luke.”
He kissed her softly. “It means more than fucking, Janie. It means I have you now.” He stood and began moving in earnest, hitting a spot deep inside her. She gasped at the feeling as well as the implication in his words. “It means no more dates for you.” He was losing his breath as he moaned, sweat building on his skin. “It means there won’t be another man who touches you,” he groaned almost in anguish, his thrusts becoming more determined. “It means I’m not fuckin’ sharing you anymore.”
His hand gripped her hair even harder and her scalp lit up, making her go crazy, while his other hand held her ass. He knew exactly how to touch her, like he could read her mind even though she couldn’t even form the thoughts of what she wanted herself. She ran her nails up his arms, wanting to feel his body on hers.
Sensing her need, he pulled her up to sitting on the counter so their chests collided. Her hands went to his hair as the speed of his hips annihilated all reason from her head and she couldn’t keep up with the thorough attention he was paying her. Her draped leg over his arm reached around his body as much as it could, and then she just let him have at it.
Because, Dear Lord, she’d never felt this before. Not with the men in Paris. They didn’t even come close to the physical domination that was Luke Daniels, who overtook all of her senses. He was big, he was overwhelming, and he made her feel so delicate but strong, so dominated yet powerful. It seemed without even trying, he determined and dictated which reaction he wanted by each of his movements, each thrust precipitating her groans and gasps. He knew which moves would emit each of her sounds.
And she was sure when he wanted her to scream, he would know exactly what to do to get her there.
“Your sweet pussy fits me perfectly,” he whispered against her lips. “I knew it would. Es mi dulce concha,
” he purred. “Do you understand? It’s mine now, Janie.”
Her groans were becoming more prolonged as he carried her higher and higher, his words so erotic. He kissed her gently yet pounded into her.
“I’ve wanted this for so long, Luke,” she let out.
“I’m here, baby, and I’m not leaving. I’m right here.” He began moving his pelvic bone forward each time he thrust causing him to hit her clitoris over and over. She was almost unable to withstand the battering she was receiving.
He picked up the pace, if that was even possible and moved one hand to her knee to pull it back even further. “Scream, Janie. Fucking scream. Show me how much you’ve been waiting for this. How much you love what I’m doing to you.”
She was gasping, her yells getter louder until finally her body snapped and caved in on itself, the walls exploding and falling around the wrecking ball that was Luke. Screaming, she couldn’t believe the sound that was coming from the depth of her body, of her soul. She strained against him, her eyes closed in complete surrender, complete bliss, her teeth gritting together.
Luke waited until her inner muscles stopped clutching him then surged forward with a roar, pummeling her so forcefully that she couldn’t hold back more screams. When Luke finally reached his own release, he collapsed onto her, sweat covering his body and his chest expanding from the air he was trying to pull into his lungs.
They stayed there after the marathon session of lovemaking until she finally had enough air in her to ask him the question she’d wanted to ask for five minutes.
Chapter 17
“Are you going to tell me how there are condoms in my spoon drawer?” she giggled.
He smiled. “Come here,” he said then moved back, pulling her with him. “Hang on.” Placing his hands around her butt and thighs, he lifted her just as she wound her arms and legs around him. No matter how much weight she lost, she would forever worry that she was too heavy to be lifted. She was about to tell him to put her down when he said, “I can’t wait to have you again.” Still imbedded inside her, he carried her to the bedroom and she nuzzled her face into his neck. He smelled incredible.
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