Chapter Ten
Night Of Ecstasy
“God, I thought you’d never ask.” Lucas chuckled as he fumbled in his jeans pocket, retrieving a condom.
I watched as he finished removing his clothing, happy he’d planned for this possibility, but also a little shocked he was so prepared. I bit down on my bottom lip, enjoying the view of his fully naked body, which was absolutely glorious! As soon as he had the condom on, he leaned over me, finding my lips and kissing them softly. My entire body was buzzing and humming and tingling with anticipation. I wanted Lucas so badly while at the same time, I was a little scared.
Lucas spread my legs with his knees and settled between them. Then he captured my lips again and kissed me, nipping at my bottom lip, sucking on it in an erotic way that had me pushing my hips up into him. He put his hand on my waist, holding me still. “Rebecca, honey, I don’t want to rush this.”
I groaned with frustration. I didn’t want to rush, but I didn’t want to wait too much longer either. “Fine, but don’t tease me too long.” I said as I trailed my fingers down his muscular arms and around his back. He shuddered beneath my touch, and I smiled. “Please make love to me, Lucas.”
He left my lips and kissed down my neck, causing me to shudder. “Are you rushing this?” He chuckled softly as he continued his descent down my body. I really didn’t want to rush him because I wanted this to last as long as possible. However, we’d both waited so long already; I couldn’t bear to wait a moment longer. Besides, we were running out of time to be together, and I wanted to be able to spend our last few days together just like this: entwined in each other’s arms, exploring one another’s bodies, making love.
Lucas found my lips once more, kissing me until my lips went numb. Then he made another slow descent down my body, his lips leaving tiny, searing kisses on my skin. I wanted to shout at him to keep going while at the same time I wanted to demand he take me right now.
I reached down and threaded my hands into his hair, luxuriating in how soft the strands felt between my fingers. Then I felt his mouth close around one of my nipples and it was like an electric shot straight to my core. “Oh, God, Lucas.” I said, wiggling beneath him, desperate for the teasing to end and for the real pleasure to begin. I needed him worse than I needed my next breath.
“I want you on top,” he whispered as he dragged his mouth back to mine. His erection was prominent as it rested between my legs.
I didn’t know why that took me by surprise, but it did. Didn’t guys generally like to be on top during sex? But I guess I should’ve known. Lucas wasn’t anything like all the other guys I’d met.
“Okay,” I mumbled against his lips. Next thing I knew, Lucas rolled us over so that I was on top. I half yelped half laughed in surprise.
“I don’t want to hurt you,” he said, kneading my butt in his hands.
“Okay,” I said breathlessly. The thought of it hurting had occurred to me the moment I saw the size of him, but I wanted this, him, so much, I knew I wouldn’t make him stop no matter what.
He reached down and grabbed his shaft, positioning it into my opening, and then very gently, he eased into me. Then he stopped. “Take as little or as much as you want, Rebecca. Make it feel good for you.” He said, rotating his hips ever so slightly, just enough so that I felt the movement.
So that’s why he insisted I was on top: to let me lead, let me set the pace to whatever was comfortable and pleasurable for me. It was probably the sweetest, most unselfish thing any man had ever done for me during sex.
“Lucas.” I moaned as I put my hands on either side of his head and stared at him. His eyes were hazy and filled with desire. It was that look that was my undoing. A seductive smile pulled at my mouth.
“You’re killing me, baby.” He groaned. His grip on my waist had tightened, and I knew he was having a hard time not moving.
I smiled as I lowered myself down onto him, wincing slightly as I did. He was definitely bigger than anyone I’d ever been with before, but he also felt a hundred times better. I found his lips and kissed him hard as I rotated my hips on him, driving him deeper into me with each slow downward motion of my body. “God, Lucas,” I groaned.
He nipped at my bottom lip. “You feel so good, Rebecca.” His hands found my butt again and he squeezed my cheeks, guiding me up and down on him with skilled precision, never allowing me to go too fast or too hard even though that’s exactly what I wanted to do.
But our need for each other was too great and from the way he clutched my body and grit his teeth, I guessed he agreed. Digging his heels into the hay, he tightened his grip on me, and thrust into me hard and fast for a few moments, causing me to cry out. The sounds of our moans echoed through the empty barn. Lucas hugged me to him, and then rolled us over, putting him on top of me.
I was so close to coming already, and now having the full weight of his body on top of mine, feeling how he moved in and out of me, the way he held onto me as if he were afraid I would suddenly disappear, the way he kissed me with so much hunger, moaning in between our kisses was incredible.
“Baby, you feel incredible. I’ve wanted you from the moment I saw you.” He said, kissing me, his tongue invading my mouth with a frantic desperation that I matched stroke for stroke.
“Yeah,” I moaned. I curled my fingers against his biceps, my nails digging into his skin as he pushed all the way into me. I cried out, his name falling from my lips as if in prayer. The feel of Lucas inside of me, stretching me to a new level of pleasure I never knew existed, driving me to madness was euphoric. This one time wasn’t ever going to be enough. Hell no! I wanted to spend the rest of tonight and every night for the rest of my life with him.
“I can’t get enough of you.” He said, grabbing me, bringing me to a sitting position so that we were chest to chest. I hooked my legs around his back, putting my arms around his neck, and then I rocked on him as our mouths explored each other like it was the first time we’d ever kissed.
His pace was slow, deliberate, and soft. I leaned back and guided Lucas’s mouth to my breast. I gasped, ready to explode from the feelings he brought out in me. How could someone I’d never been with before know exactly how to touch me, how to bring me to life in this way? He slid his hands from my lower back up to my shoulder blades, bringing me to an upright position again, and finding my lips. But he didn’t kiss me. He teased me – something I was learning he liked to do. Not that I was complaining.
“Kiss me,” I demanded. He did, and the world exploded around me. My mind went fuzzy; and the only thing I could focus on was the feel of Lucas inside of me, of my desire to hold him there forever. Our pace increased, my body rocking on his harder and faster as my moans became progressively louder. I could feel him swelling inside of me, and I knew he was on the brink of release with me.
“Yeah,” he crooned, “come for me, baby,” he whispered, nipping at my ear.
I loved it when he called me baby or sweetheart or any other term of endearment. It made me feel special, like I was the only woman on earth in his eyes.
A moment later, I screamed his name and dropped my forehead to his shoulder, holding him tightly as we reached the crescendo of our climax, climbing the peak together, and then crashing down on the other side, still connected, still holding onto each other. It took several moments for the tremors to ease from my body, leaving me limp and spent. Lucas showered my shoulder and collarbone with kisses while I stroked the nape of his neck, holding on to him for as long as I could.
“That was incredible,” he whispered, lowering me back down onto the hay. “You’re incredible.”
He kissed me and eased out of me, leaving me with an utterly empty feeling. I clung to him, not wanting him to leave me. “So are you,” I said, tracing his lips with my tongue before he claimed my mouth as his.
Lucas rolled on to his back, bringing me over with him so that my head was on his chest. I draped my arm across his stomach, and his placed a kiss to
the top of my head. They lay silently for several moments, and I couldn’t help but wonder what he must be thinking. I dragged my fingers up and down his chest, loving how every so often he’d shudder or his stomach would hollow from the sensation.
His hold on me tightened, and he sighed heavily. “I found out today that the rodeo is moving out in a few days.”
My hand froze, and the tips of my ears burned hot. A few days? I thought we’d at least have another week or two together. I wanted to cry. I wanted to beg him not to go. I wanted to scream how unfair this was.
“We’re headed to Texas,” he said as his hand began to rub my back, but it did nothing to calm the panic rising up in me.
I sighed, forced back the well of emotion that threatened to undo me. Folding my hands on his chest, I rested my chin on them, and looked at him. If he was leaving, I needed to memorize every single detail about him so I could remember him once he was gone.
“Say something, Rebecca.”
“I don’t want you to go,” I blurted out.
A faint smile tugged at his lips. “If I could stay, I would. You know that, right?”
I gave an awkward shrug. No, I didn’t really know that, but figured it wouldn’t do any good to say that aloud.
“I don’t want to be without you.” Lucas said as he brought me further up his body so our lips were a breath’s width apart. He traced my lips with his thumb. “Go with me, Rebecca.”
“What?” I’d been so focused on what he said about not wanting to be without me, I must’ve missed something important because there was no way he just asked me to go with him.
“I want you to go on the road with me. You’ve said you always wanted to travel. This is your chance, and we can be together.”
My heart raced. This was crazy. Yet, the thought of not being with him was unbearable. “Okay,” I said, smiling, “I’ll go with you.”
To be continued...
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