Page 79 of Lost Love on 6th Street

I do so, which is a hard task when my muscles are trembling and I can’t hold onto anything, but I manage it. I look down the front of my exposed body and find Luke staring up at me, his mouth pressed against me.

I rake my fingers through his hair, relishing how his eyes flutter shut.

Luke pulls my leg over his shoulder, forcing me to give into him, pressing my folds tighter to his face. He burrows his nose against my clit, making my body balk in surprise, a whimper stuttering out of my mouth.

Luke moans against me, the vibrations trembling through me. I’m so hot, hotter than if I was baking in the midday Austin summer sun.

“What the fuck . . . what the fuck,” I squeak. I didn’t take Luke for an asshole who refuses to eat women out, but I had no idea he would do it with such enthusiasm.

The way he’s working me, I’m not sure I can last. And he knows it; he can feel the way my thighs are clenching and unclenching around his face.

“Fuck my face, baby,” he says breathlessly. “Come for me.”

I didn’t realize I was bucking my hips against him until he said that. But I am absolutely grinding against his face, my clit swimming with impending ecstasy. “Luke, oh my god, Luke.” I wrap my hand around the nape of his neck to steady myself, because once I come, I won’t have a leg to stand on . . . literally.

He groans into me and snaps his lips around my tender bud of nerves like it’s a delicacy.

A shock runs through me. I shudder. And with a few more undulations of my hips, I’m coming. I tell him as much, though it comes out strained and squeaky between a tremulous moan.

Luke’s hands, which were gripped around the backs of my thighs, turn soft and tender, allowing me to sink down into his lap. He immediately kisses me, allowing me to taste how I’ve coated his lips and chin. A heavenly taste, made even better by the way it mingles with the natural taste of his mouth that I’ve come to know and love.

I’ve never been with someone this long and not had sex with them.

When our lips part, time slows.

I begin to undo the buttons of his shirt. One by one. No rush. I glance up to meet Luke’s gaze. Something about him seems shy, which is surprising considering he was just devouring me like I was his last meal.

I smile. He smiles.

Once the shirt is undone, I trace the muscles of his torso. He’s not overly built, but they’re there. He takes care of himself. I press my palms to his pecs. Feeling his warmth, his thrumming heartbeat, and his soft swaths of chest hair. “God, you’re sexy,” I say.

Luke chuckles almost like he doesn’t believe me. “I’m glad you think so.”

“No thinking about it,” I say. “It’s a fact.”

He shrugs off his shirt, then reaches around to undo my bra. “Fair is fair.”

I blush. Unresistant of course. I want him to see me.

The way his eyes pin to my breasts once they’re exposed could make me come again. Luke licks his lips and leans into lap at my pebbling nipples, but I stop him, grabbing his chin. “Luke?”

“What?”

I graze my lips against his, not quite a kiss. A taunt. “I want you inside me.”

Luke’s breath stills.

“I don’t want to wait anymore.”

He swallows. “Who am I to deny a woman what she wants?”

I laugh, long and hard. “Once a gentleman . . .”

We work Luke’s pants down, then his boxer briefs. When his erection emerges, I can’t keep myself from gaping.

“Too big?” he asks.

I push him on the shoulder. “Shut up!”

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