by JN Welsh
“Leona.” His plea motivated her and she decided her name had never sounded better.
Her greedy mouth once again covered his cock. Her tongue pleasured him and her cheek muscles hollowed as she sucked. His taste was like heroin and she was addicted. She savored the salty beginnings of his essence and he continued to harden. His skin smelled of soap and musk. The drugging aroma mixed with the scent of wetness from her mouth on his skin and the fruity fragrance of her hair as it fell on his stomach.
Luke pushed back her hair, his features decorated in strained gratitude. Gratitude was never an expression she had seen on Paul’s face. Fuck! Why did I think of him? Paul had selfishly taken his pleasure without much consideration for hers. But Luke? He was different. He was with her.
“Your mouth feels so good on me, Leona.” Luke’s torso heaved at his breath-filled declaration.
As Luke stroked her head, his hissing and moaning made her work harder. She wanted him to only think of her and always remember how she made him feel. She swallowed him deep, controlling her gag reflex as she sucked and tongued him with one goal in mind—to satisfy him.
His fingers tightened in her hair. “Leona,” he called and hauled her off his cock. “Come here.” He sat her up and then leaned over to the night table.
Luke pulled out an unopened box of condoms and Leona was happy that the packaging was still sealed. He removed a condom and handed it to her.
“Hold this.” He put the box on the night table.
They were on a lovers’ getaway and Luke had already given her so many memories from dinner to an impromptu dip in the ocean. Leona wanted to deliver a memory of her own. She tore the wrapper and popped the condom from the casing. She placed the tip in her mouth and collapsed the latex at the tip with her tongue.
Luke began to speak, but stopped to observe her.
She gripped him with one hand and put the other on his defined chest for support. She hatted the condom on the head of his member with her mouth and began to roll the latex down the length of him with her lips. His shaft simultaneously disappeared into her mouth.
Luke caressed her arm up and down and when she was done moved her to straddle him. “I’m going to fuck the shit out of you.” He kissed her and lifted her just enough to guide himself inside her.
Leona melted over him, proud of herself for eliciting such a feral response. He was so big and hard and as he slid into her, she gasped and licked her lips.
“Take what you can, Leona.” He stroked up her back and down the sides of her arms. He bent his knees slightly to brace her from behind and tilted her backwards with his hand. The other hand was on her hip, urging her to move with him. He wet his thumb in his mouth and fondled the swollen button at her center. He could have easily just taken his own pleasure but Luke was different from any other man she’d been with. He was deliberate in each method he used to please her.
Leona squirmed under his caress and placed her palms on his shins behind her as leverage to lift her body. She trotted up and down and moseyed back and forth as her insides flowered open to house him.
When she was with Paul, he had never taken her to such heights. He could make her come, but it had lacked the intimacy and love she’d always craved. Love with Luke?
Luke impacted her emotions so easily and control slipped through her fingers. Fear and doubt seeped into her muscles and she drifted away from the delicious present. Luke’s attention was immediate and he hooked his hand around her neck and drew her lips to his.
“Stay with me,” he breathed against her lips.
The combination of his words and the way his eyes penetrated her, grounded her to this moment.
Leona couldn’t speak so she nodded in response, moaning in a whirlwind of desire as he continued to hit her G-spot. The stimulation from his thumb commanded her to move aggressively against him, making her forget the past, her reservations, and her shield—if only for a little while. Leona wanted more of him inside of her. She pawed at him and encouraged him to go deeper, meeting his hard thrusts every time.
Leona stroked his hand. “Don’t stop.”
Luke caressed her with more intensity but still gentle enough to stimulate her. She felt the tingling from her G-spot growing as she continued to gallop on top of him.
He was her lifeline and she clasped his tattooed forearm. When that didn’t root her, she grabbed at his chest as she rode him at high speed. Luke tightened his grip on her to secure them both for her arrival.
Leona squeezed her eyes shut as her internal muscles suctioned onto him and swallowed him deeper before wildly contracting. She cried out and her sporadic breathing sang through the room as she bucked and trembled against him. He continued to drive into her, stimulating every nerve—branding her and ruining her for all others.
She had experienced pleasure before but the sensations that rocked her now were otherworldly. Leona lost all control and she clutched onto Luke several different ways. No matter which way she held him, she wasn’t prepared for her orgasm. The waves washed over her again and again, increasing in their power.
“Leona,” Luke called and tried to manage her flailing arms. If someone had walked in on them at that moment, they would have thought they were fighting.
“Luke! Oh God, Luke!” She called his name over and over until she bowed over him. She’d missed this sexual, passionate side of her that she’d suppressed along with the career she loved. Luke had not only kindled her fires again, but also brought her to an explosive eruption.
Her body stiffened, then quivered. She panted and groaned into his shoulder and her fingers dug unforgivingly into him. He still pumped into her and she circled her hips to take every bit of pleasure.
They moved in unison and Luke’s hold tightened. He sprung up and wrapped his arms around her waist. His powerful thighs jerked and he shouted out his own intense arrival into her chest. The release of his satisfaction sounded like a beautiful and perfect mating call. She was losing it, but she was happy to be lost as his snug hold on her midsection constricted her breathing.
Leona continued to shake against him as the slightest movement from either of them sent delectable jolts through her.
Luke rubbed her back and as her breathing slowed, her spasms subsided.
“You okay?” he asked.
Leona buried her face in his neck. What the hell just happened to me?
“Look at me, Leona.”
“I can’t. Not yet.”
“Why?”
Leona shook her head against his shoulder. She was certain the embarrassment from her first and wild sexual performance with him danced on her face.
He rubbed her back and kissed her collarbone. “Are you hurt at all?”
The concern in his voice forced her to meet his worried expression.
“No, I’m not hurt.” But she was rattled by the sexual and emotional nakedness they had just experienced. She eased off of him and he grasped the base of his member to secure the condom. Her stressed joints and exhausted muscles reminded her of their wild exercise.
Luke removed the latex shield and tossed it in the trash bin by the bed. Leona lay next to him, staring at his shining member.
He touched her chin and brought her attention back to his face. “Though I enjoy you admiring my dick, I’m asking you a serious question. Did I hurt you?”
“I’m fine, Luke. That was just...intense.”
“That’s an understatement.” He went to the bathroom and cleaned himself before returning with a warm washcloth for her. Once back on the bed, he pulled her into his arms.
Leona laid her head on his chest and inhaled his scent. He’d pleasured her far beyond anything she’d ever experienced. She brushed her leg against his, making it clear she wanted more. When Luke kissed her deeply, his tongue playing in her mouth, she wondered if more would ever be enough.
Chapte
r Nineteen
Leona woke up to hands on her. She forgot where she was until the soreness all over her body reminded her of what had transpired the night before. She rolled over to see Luke with both eyes closed and smiling. His long, thick eyelashes stirred. She continued to watch him and he opened one eye.
She giggled. “You cannot be sleeping.”
“I was dreaming about you.”
“Yeah, right.” Leona sat up to get out of the bed.
Luke pulled her back to him. “I don’t think so. I’ve been waiting hours for you to wake up.”
“Hours?”
“Okay, an hour.” He flashed a mischievous grin.
“I have to pee.” Leona jumped out of bed and grabbed the closest thing to cover herself with, which was Luke’s shirt from last night. “I’ll be right back.”
Luke pouted. “Hurry.”
She hopped into the bathroom to do her business. I can’t let him experience this dragon breath.
She found her toothbrush and tried to be quick. When Luke wandered into the bathroom and planted himself behind her, it was apparent she wasn’t moving fast enough.
“Right back, huh?”
Leona brushed her teeth as gracefully as possible, communicating with grunts, exaggerated expressions, and eyebrow lifts. She waved her hand in front of her mouth and shook her head, noting her bad breath.
“I don’t care about morning breath.” Luke pressed himself against her and touched her arms. “I want you.”
That he understood her made her cheese through the brushing.
Luke lifted the shirt above her waist, examining her in the large mirror above the sink. From behind, his hand burrowed between her legs and rubbed her.
Leona held on to the side of the sink and almost choked on the foaming toothpaste. She opened her legs to make room for his hand. He trailed kisses down her neck as he continued to massage her. His fingers entered her and Leona moaned. Her brushing slowed to the tempo of his fingers, sliding in and out of the drenched slit of her pussy.
She spoke to him with the toothbrush in her mouth.
“What was that?” The green in his eyes twinkled brighter.
With lazy lids, Leona hastily rinsed her mouth and toothbrush. She honestly didn’t know how she could even function with the way he raised her temperature with his touches.
“What are you waiting for?” Leona now had both hands placed on the sink, desperate for him to fill her. She pushed back on his fingers, nudging them further inside her.
“You feel so good, Leona. I wasn’t lying when I said I was dreaming about you. I was dreaming about how soft you feel, here.” His fingers slid through the folds of skin. “And here.”
Luke massaged her clit and strength left her body. She bent over the counter to keep from falling. At that moment, Luke could have asked her to jump off a building and she would have thought it was a brilliant idea. His touch was magic and she was charmed.
Luke removed his hand and Leona glanced over her shoulder to see Luke stiff to capacity and condom readied.
When the hell did he put that on?
She was glad she didn’t have to force the conversation or ask him every time about contraception. She relaxed and prepared herself for the ride.
Luke sunk into her and Leona’s knees buckled from his stiffness against her internal walls. His one arm wound around her midsection. He held her as he burrowed into her from behind. He slid his other hand down her stomach and between her legs to again caress the delicate inner folds of her center.
She moaned and gripped even tighter to the sides of the sink. The spearmint smell from the toothpaste tickled her nose, along with Luke’s strong male scent as his temperature rose.
He continued to meet her gaze in the mirror. He squeezed her breasts through the tee shirt and then his hands traveled under for skin-to-skin contact.
Leona moaned and her arousal skyrocketed when his fingers pinched her hard and tender nipples.
Luke tugged roughly at the shirt. “Get rid of it, Leona.”
Without hesitation she shed the shirt and reached behind for him. The reflection of their naked bodies as they pleased each other only heightened her arousal.
Luke began to pull out.
“Don’t. Please,” Leona pleaded through the mirror.
Luke teased her opening with the tip of his member and Leona thought he would deny her, but he plunged inside her and pumped relentlessly. She called out as the beginnings of her arrival burned her insides.
“You’re close.” Luke spoke close to her ear, most of his words decorated in short heavy breaths. “I can see it all over that beautiful face.”
She observed herself and shame bloomed in her chest as if she’d been caught spying on someone else. She lowered her eyes.
“Look, Leona,” Luke whispered in her ear. He nibbled and sucked on her earlobe. “See how fucking hot you are.”
At his seductive order, she forced her eyes to her image. Leona had never seen herself like this—a voyeur to her own experience.
His words coupled with the sensations growing within her. Witnessing her own pleasure pushed her over the edge, and she groaned as orgasmic vibrations rocked her. “Yes!” she cried.
One hand held the sink and the other grabbed Luke from behind begging him to increase the speed and power of everything that he was doing.
Luke obliged her with quicker flicks of his fingers at her core and the pumping action of his hips. He followed with his own thunderous coming as Leona trembled against him.
She turned on the sink and splashed water on her neck and between her breasts.
Luke laughed.
To her surprise, Luke hardened again inside her. He’s a freakin’ machine.
She splashed him with water.
Laughter rumbled in his chest. He left her insides unoccupied and she heard the snap of the latex that sheathed him. He tugged her toward the bed where last night’s magic happened, discarding the condom on the way.
“I can’t get enough of you.”
Leona shimmied onto the bed. Luke again readied himself for her and was inside the slick confines of her center again.
Leona surrendered to his need and the wild bliss of being filled by him again. Luke was by no means a selfish lover, but she knew from the feverish flush on his face that this time was for him. He took everything she gave him, and when his orgasm all but pushed her off the bed, he clutched her in his arms. Even in his heightened state, he wouldn’t let her fall.
“Shit, Leona.” He blinked rapidly as if trying to regain focused vision.
Leona’s insides ached and her muscles were fatigued. She wanted to sleep even though she just woke up. She closed her eyes, her breathing shallow.
Luke withdrew and gave her thigh a playful slap. “You need food.”
Leona opened her eyes. “Lasagna?”
“No.” He chuckled and trapped her in his arms. “I have something better.”
She kissed his chest before resting her head against it and listened as his quick heartbeat started to slow. Like her, he was sweaty and weak, but his embrace was no less blissful. He squeezed her tighter and kissed her temple.
“If we don’t get out of this bed, I can’t guarantee you’ll walk again.” His words vibrated against her head.
“Yes, I notice you have quite the appetite.” She rubbed her feet against his calf.
“Me? You’re the enchantress keeping me worked up.” He kissed her lips.
They stayed in bed a while longer before Luke got up. “I’ll be back.” He jogged downstairs and in a few minutes returned with some fresh fruit for her.
“Aww...thanks.” Leona leaned over the bowl to kiss him.
“I put on a pot of coffee in case you wanted some but I’m taking you into town for breakfast.”
“Okay.”
She noticed Luke wasn’t eating. “You’re not going to have any?”
He shook his head. “I’m going to catch some waves while the getting is good. I’ll have some after I surf. I don’t want to cramp up. Want to come watch?”
“Hell yeah,” she said.
“Cool, then let’s go.”
Luke cleaned himself up before he put on a gray and black wetsuit with an orange symbol on the front.
“Sexy. You’re all rippled and everything.” Leona’s commentary made him chuckle. Though she made light of his figure, Luke’s body had some magnetic hold on her and she was in a constant state of heat.
“Let’s go before I sprain myself getting hard in this seal suit.” He bowed down to bite the flesh on her rump.
She laughed and kicked her feet, amazed by how quickly things had changed between them. Teasing and laughing with him was as natural as fucking him.
She finally hopped out of bed. “You go on ahead. I’ll meet you out there.”
Luke pivoted several times before finally leaving.
Leona flung herself back on the bed. “Oh my gosh.”
Luke was the best lover she had ever had. His stamina was inhuman and even though they had already experienced several intimate sessions, she couldn’t get enough of him either.
Keep it in perspective.
The warning didn’t do much since Luke had just consumed her with pleasure. Being with him forced her to turn off and when thoughts of the tour and the repercussions of these few days popped up she pushed them down.
Leona showered and dressed, Luke’s hands a ghostly imprint with every move she made. Their intimacy elevated so fast her head spun but it was no comparison to how her emotions responded to his care, his stories, and the memories they’d created since her arrival.
Leona snagged a bottle of water from the fridge for Luke and brought it, and a cup of coffee, with her to the beach.
She found the sandy route and continued until she spotted a few surfers way out in the ocean, certain one of them was Luke.