‘God, Summer. You feel so damn good, tell me I’m not reading it wrong, tell me you’re nearly there, because holding off is hell,’ he uttered, as he propped himself up on his forearms and gazed down at me, through his half-closed gorgeous steel grey eyes. As he angled his hips to strike new places inside me, currents of electricity surged through my core, rocking my very foundations.
‘I’m … nearly … there,’ I panted, feeling exhausted already, ‘Sir.’ I watched the smile spread across his face, his gorgeous dimples appearing, as his thrusts got harder and went deeper than I ever imagined possible. I squealed and called out his name as he uttered mine, his body starting to tense above me. I thrashed my head back and forth, as I fought against the urge to come, I didn’t ever want this to end, but my body wasn’t listening. My hips were rising up to meet his downward strokes, my clit buzzing with the intensity of his slams against it. My head felt as if it was filled with cotton wool it was so light and my body was covered in a sheen of perspiration. If we were going to continue doing this, I could quit using him as my personal trainer. He’d be all the workout I needed. ‘Lucas, I … I … please,’ I pleaded, a hint of a whine in my tone. I was nearly done in. ‘Please, I need you, so badly.’
‘Come for me, angel. Come for me and let me hear my name on your lips as you do. Let me see in your eyes what pleasure I’ve brought to your body. Pleasure that only I’m going to bring from this moment on. No one will ever touch you again, Summer. No one. Come for me, Summer,’ he demanded between pants for breath, his eyes having darkened, glittering with desire and hope.
‘Lucas,’ I whispered. I couldn’t summon the energy to scream it, all of it had flowed to my very core, threatening total annihilation with the impending orgasm. I fell silent, as tears of happiness rolled down my face and my climax detonated like a nuclear bomb, a mushroom cloud of sheer bliss blooming, touching everything in its wake. I heard him roar something above me, as I shuddered below him, and I felt my eyes glaze over and go unfocussed. A weird sensation of warmth spread inside me as he collapsed on top of me and wrapped his arms tightly around my trembling and spent body, peppering my face with firm kisses.
‘Summer,’ he groaned in my ear, his voice vibrating with emotion. ‘That was … incredible.’
‘More than,’ I managed to reply, as I caught my breath.
‘You’re thinking about insurance while I’m still inside you?’ he chuckled.
‘No,’ I giggled. ‘It was more than incredible. I can’t think of a word better than incredible right now, because you’ve just blown my mind, as well as sending my vagina to an early retirement home, but that completely fulfilled the definition of incredible, Sir.’
‘O God, don’t “Sir” me now. You’ll perk him up in an instant and I think you need to rest for a while before we do that again.’
‘We’re doing that again?’ I asked quietly, looking into his eyes for additional clarification that I hadn’t let him down.
‘We’re doing that forever,’ he sighed, his voice full of contentment, as he rolled onto his side, taking me with him. He reached up and swept my tangled hair away from my face and just stared at me. ‘You are so beautiful, angel. Have I ever told you that?’
‘A few times,’ I smiled shyly, letting my lashes drop coyly to my cheeks. I never tired of hearing him say it though.
‘There’s something I need to do right now, but then we’re going to have something to eat, as I’m ravenous, then I’m going to carry you to my bed. When you’ve had a sleep, we’re doing that all over again, but soft and gentle this time around.’
‘I think I’d be happy with any way you wanted to do it,’ I nodded as I looked back up at him, leaned forward and kissed his soft, warm, lips. He held the back of my head, stopping me from going anywhere as he continued to kiss me. Working his way from one side of my mouth to the other, then around my lips, before gently French kissing me. He was a sensational kisser, making my mind and body respond in tandem.
‘You were so worth the wait,’ he sighed, as he pulled away, his eyes glittering with emotion.
‘As were you,’ I agreed, as I reached up to clasp his face and kissed him back. He quickly rolled on top of me again, grabbed my hands and held them above my head.
‘Do you mind me lying on you like this?’ he asked, concern painted all over his handsome face. I smiled and shook my head. When Lucas and I were getting to know each other, I’d fully confessed what had happened with Ant, the neighbour who tried to rape me when I was fifteen. I’d told Lucas how terrified I’d been to be pinned down, to have his hands crudely grasping at me, ripping off my clothes as he ground his erection against my pelvis. I’d thought Lucas was going to punch something, he’d got that angry and upset as I told him. I hadn’t even given my parents as much detail.
‘You don’t scare me, Lucas. You make me feel safe. So safe,’ I added in a whisper.
‘And you make me feel like I’ve come home,’ he replied, making my stomach twist in delicious agony as my eyes filled with tears. He kissed them away again, then slowly slid out of me, making me wince. I didn’t like it. Feeling him inside me just then had felt so natural, now I was cold and empty and that beautiful close connection, emotional and physical, was lost. He released my hands and slowly kissed his way down my body, giving no preferential treatment to any particular part of it. He seemed as fond of one bit as another. When he continued to move down from my belly button I tensed up, reached down and grabbed his head.
‘Stop,’ I demanded, forcefully, then quickly added, ‘Sir.’
‘Why?’ he enquired, with a twinkle in his eye.
‘Because … because I’m … soiled. I need a shower.’
‘You’re not soiled, angel. You’re full of me. That’s very different and I’ll warrant very tasty. I want to lick you clean, then you can have a shower, eat then sleep.’
‘Noooo,’ I moaned, as I flung an arm over my face to try to hide my embarrassment. ‘That’s not right. That’s so not right it’s …’
‘Wrong?’ he chuckled, as I groaned at his persistence. ‘I don’t care about right or wrong. I just care about doing whatever the hell I want to this body of mine.’
‘Body of mine,’ I protested, firmly, as I moved my arm, propped myself up on my elbows and looked down at him. He smirked and kissed my mound, making me cringe.
‘I think you’ll find that as my girlfriend, you belong to me now.’
‘I haven’t agreed to be your girlfriend,’ I reminded him, secretly delighted to hear him use that phrase.
‘Yet, but you will,’ he chuckled with an overconfident smile, as he moved lower, prising me apart with his thumbs. I collapsed back on the bed, covering my face with my hands. I was mortified. Was this normal? ‘The smell of sex on you is so damn hot,’ he growled, as he flicked at my clit with his tongue. I shuddered, part in horror, part with pleasure. I was still feeling the rush of my earlier climax and my clit was hypersensitive. He trailed a finger through my wetness, both of us combined and I heard him sucking noisily on it. Damn it, that was so hot. It seemed even more erotic as I wasn’t sure it if it was supposed to be hot or disgusting. I gasped as he sealed his entire mouth over me, sucking, probing, licking and nibbling.
‘No, no,’ I moaned, my words in total contrast to my actions as my hands moved to grip his soft hair. ‘Yes … yes.’ I flexed shamelessly against his face, as waves of pleasure rolled up my body. I was so close. Again. How did he do this to me? ‘O God … O God … O … God.’
‘Just Lucas is fine,’ he murmured, in a humorous tone, against my swollen tender flesh. If I wasn’t on the verge of coming I’d have laughed, but all I could focus on was how amazing his tongue felt, exploring every inch of me, eating me alive.
‘You’re … you’re …’ I stalled as my body tensed.
‘Amazing? I know, angel.’
‘Cocky,’ I spluttered through my lack of focus.
‘Hmmm, that too,’ he chuckled, as he gently nipped my clit
between his teeth and lashed the tip of his tongue over it. I exploded like a Piñata, screaming his name as my thighs clamped tightly around his ears. I was gone, completely gone. If he was a drug, I’d just overdosed. I felt a kiss on my forehead, then his strong arms scoop me up from the bed into his arms. I tried to focus my eyes on his stunning face, on those dimples which always came out when he smiled at me.
‘You are amazing,’ I sighed.
‘So are you, angel. So are you,’ he whispered, as his lips touched my forehead.
Softly, Softly
Lucas
I carried her into my en-suite, she looked tired, not just from our exploits so far tonight, she was working herself too hard. On top of her ridiculous filming schedule, she was coming to mine early every morning to run through a gruelling circuit training routine, followed by boxing. She was flying back and forth to Los Angeles for casting calls for new films, fielding offers from agents. She’d also just moved into a new three bedroom, penthouse apartment and was missing seeing her parents every day. She needed a break. I decided I was going to organise a holiday for us, as soon as she finished these last few scenes of the Broken Promises Trilogy. The thought of days alone with her, being able to sink into her whenever I wanted, had my cock unfurl again. I set her down under the power shower head, kneeling down and unhooking the stockings from her suspender belt, carefully rolling them down, kissing her thighs as I did. She ran her fingers through my hair, gently raking my scalp with her sexy black painted nails, which sent shivers down my spine. I wasn’t sure I could wait until the morning for her answer. In the past I’d have laid all my money on a woman wanting me, on saying yes to anything I asked, but with Summer had come nerves. She’d found a tiny crack in my perfected armour and had seeped in over time like water, penetrating the heart of me. She had me questioning myself all the time, wondering if I was good enough. For her.
‘What’s wrong?’ she asked, softly. I looked up from my crouched position to see her dazzling blue eyes full of concern.
‘Nothing,’ I smiled.
‘We promised no lies,’ she frowned, reminding me of our agreement when we started seeing each other as friends.
‘I’m worried about you,’ I shrugged, as I lifted each foot in turn to slip her stockings off.
‘My bottom’s fine, it may hurt when I sit down, but it’s fine.’
‘Good to know, but I wasn’t talking about your delicious pink bottom,’ I smiled, as I stood back up and reached around her to unhook her suspender belt, kissing her as I did. ‘You look tired.’
‘I’ve had three powerful orgasms tonight,’ she smiled back, with a flush to her cheeks.
‘Before tonight, you’re working too hard.’ I reached to the control on the wall and turned on the water, it was already pre-set to the perfect temperature, hot enough to leave skin pink, just like her cheeks, but not scalding. She gasped as the droplets hit her and I swept her hair away from her face. ‘You need to rest, you need a break.’
‘I will, when things quieten down.’
‘Things will never quieten down for you, Summer Beresford. You’re a star now, but you’re going to be a super star. You’ll have photographers and fans following you everywhere, you’ll be in the headlines every day, you’ll need a bodyguard and I’ll take out anyone who even so much as looks at you the wrong way.’ I clasped her face as I stepped forward, pressing against her soft breasts as I kissed her, my need for her drowning me more than this torrential down pour hammering down on us, and it wasn’t the only thing steaming up my mirror and glass shower screen.
‘You want to be my bodyguard?’ she questioned, her eyebrows raised in surprise, between kisses.
‘I want to be your boyfriend, but trust me, when you’re with me no one will ever hurt you. I’d die first,’ I responded sincerely, my heart right behind the statement.
‘Lucas,’ she sighed, as she looked up at me, tears of emotion in her eyes, her black mascara starting to leave trails down her face.
‘Talk later, I want you, again. I always bloody want you. From the moment I opened that first email, you had me angel, there’s been no one for me since. You’re my Viagra, when I’m old and grey I’ll just look at you and he’ll come to life.’ I reached down as I continued to kiss her, curling my fingers around the back of her thighs, sliding her up the slate tiled wall and she automatically wrapped her arms around my neck and her legs around my waist. ‘Do you want me, again?’ I questioned, not sure if I’d bruised her too much earlier. It had been a long time for both of us.
‘Yes,’ she breathed, in a sultry tone, as she nibbled my ear. ‘But gently this time, or you might break me.’
‘I’d just piece you back together, I’m your glue now, angel. I’ll be anything you need.’ I reached down to guide myself into her, sliding in slowly, watching her face as I did. The change enthralled me, she enthralled me. I loved the way her blue eyes expanded, her long dark lashes fluttering, the perfect circle her full luscious lips made as she took in that first gasp to feel me inside her again. The way her cheeks turned a pale shade of pink, several shades lighter than I’d made her bottom earlier. I felt her nails denting the back of my neck when I flexed my hips to bury myself to the hilt in her, as I let out a low groan. She was so tight, I doubted even my hand could replicate the grip of her muscles. It was a testament to my stamina that I didn’t unload in her after a couple of thrusts. No one would be able to resist once inside her. The thought that I’d been her first, that I’d be her last, had my chest puff with pride. She really was mine. She hadn’t said yes yet, we had to have the formal conversation when she was rested and not high on the orgasms I’d given her, but she was mine. I was never letting her go.
‘Lucas,’ she moaned, in a high pitched tone, as her head tipped back to rest on the tiles, her eyes closing as she drew in quick sharp breaths. I guided her hips, circling them around me as I gently pushed in and out of her. She was a quick learner and soon started to move them herself, as my fingers moved to knead her voluptuous backside. I loved that she had some flesh on her. I kissed and bit on her neck, then just for the hell of it, because I could, because I wanted everyone to know she was taken for real now, I gave her a love bite, right in the crook of her neck. She squealed and tugged on my hair trying to pull me off, but I clamped down even harder. The brand of my cock inside her may not be visible to any other fuckers with ideas of stealing her from me, but this work of art would tell them. I felt a wicked grin spread across my face as I pulled up and admired my handiwork. I really was the Picasso of love bites, she was a beauty.
‘Don’t scowl at me, angel, it just gets me even hotter for you,’ I laughed, as I pecked her lips and slipped out of her, letting my cock brush over her clit a few times, making her forget her anger as she trembled against me. ‘Tell me how this feels?’ I demanded, as I did it again.
‘Incredible,’ she sighed, as she pulled her head off the tiles and looked at me, her eyes shining bright. ‘Make it more incredible, fuck me.’
‘Who knew the sweet, angelic, Summer Beresford had a potty mouth?’ I chuckled.
‘Only with you, you bring out the best and worst in me,’ she winked.
‘Say it again.’
‘Say what?’ she asked, then whimpered as I rubbed against her again.
‘“Fuck me.” It’s so hot coming out of your mouth.’
‘Even hotter when you’re coming in my …’ she broke off and giggled, as her cheeks went a rich shade of scarlet.
‘You can’t say the word, can you?’ I laughed. ‘Come on, say it. Cunt.’
‘That’s so crude,’ she objected, with a furrow of her brows as her hand slapped my bicep.
‘But it gets you off when I whisper it in your ear doesn’t it?’
‘Maybe, but I’m not saying it.’
‘Say pussy for me then. Say “it’s even hotter when you’re coming in my pussy.”’
‘Lucas.’ She gave me an adorable girlish giggle and dropped her head so she wouldn�
��t have to look at me. I planted my feet firmly as I let go of her, leaving her clinging to me, balanced on my hips, as I clasped her face and pulled it up to look at me again.
‘It gets me off to hear you talk dirty.’ I gently thrust, letting my cock sweep over her sensitive nub again and she mewled as she looked at me.
‘Fuck me,’ she ordered, with determination. ‘Impale my pussy with your giant monster cock.’
‘Excellent, you’re such a quick study,’ I praised, as my cock surged, hearing those words roll off the sweetest, purest, of lips.
‘Softly though, I’m still a bit tender,’ she added, making me laugh and kiss her again. I gently entered her and she gripped my shoulders and started to ride me, her breasts jiggling, tempting me to bend down and bite one of her nipples, gently this time. Her heated cries above me had me fighting against coming. She was ruining me. I swivelled my hips as I nibbled and sucked on her, trying to ignore the low rumble of my balls, desperate to offload again. No way was I ever going back to wearing damn condoms, her hot flesh wrapped like cling film around my cock was extraordinary.
‘I’m coming again, I’m so sorry, I’m … coming,’ she cried, her voice full of anguish.
‘Come for me then, I’m right with you. Scream for me, angel. Let me hear you scream.’
‘Yes, yes … Ahhhh, Lucas,’ she panted, as she rose and fell faster and faster as I pumped into her harder. ‘Now … now … now,’ her voice trailed off as her head tipped back again, her eyes rolling and unfocussed as she started to buck in my arms. I gripped her waist to hold her steady as I let my release come, loving the feeling of me pumping my seed into her, coating both of us.
‘Summer, you’re killing me,’ I choked, feeling overcome with emotion. She threw her arms around my neck and rested her head on my shoulder, placing light kisses on my neck that had me shiver. I held her until her body calmed down, until we were both breathing normally again, then took a few steps back under the blast of the hot water, hearing her let out a gentle sigh, full of contentment. I was right there with her. I couldn’t wait to take her to my bed, to watch her sleeping in my arms. I gently lifted her off me, lathered up my hands and took my time washing her, chuckling when she got embarrassed again as I cleaned her between the legs. ‘I put a supply of your usual toiletries in the left hand cabinet above the sink,’ I advised, as I kissed her and handed her a fluffy towel off the heated rail. She smiled and wrapped herself in it, squeezing the water out of her long hair and padded out to find her stuff to clean her face. I watched as I cleaned myself up. It had been a long time since I’d had a woman in my own en-suite. Even when I was seeing Lucy, six odd years ago, I mainly stayed at hers. I was quite territorial about my own space. Yet seeing Summer here seemed natural. Like she belonged. I turned off the water, wrapping a towel around my waist, smirking to myself as I caught her looking at my abs in the reflection of the mirror. I left her to dry her hair and went to make us a quick chicken in lemon sauce stir fry, I was ravenous.
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