Page 106 of Electric Kiss

“Yeah, Peaches? This is private Turner land. No one is coming this way.”

Luke smiled as her eyes shifted to over his left shoulder and then back to him. She looked terrified and aroused at the same time.

“Okay,” she whispered, and then pecked his mouth with a kiss.

Freya held her pelvis in place on his rigid shaft and leaned back to lift off her shirt. She tossed it aside. Before she could move to her shorts, Luke clasped onto her breast with his mouth, sucking hard as he flattened his hands on her back to bring her close. He felt her hands on his knees with her fingers digging into the sides.

“Luke, what if someone finds us?”

“I promise you they won’t. Relax and enjoy the ride,” he murmured over her breast as he brushed his lips across her taut nipple.

His head came up, and he took her mouth to kiss her slow. The first slide into her mouth was his favourite. She knew what to do when he took it slow. As he slid in, Freya slid her tongue into his mouth, caressing the other side. Then he swiped over the flat part of her tongue and did the same to the other side. In on a slow slide, swipe across and out on a slow slide. Over and over again he repeated until Freya was moaning and squirming. She tilted her head further, wrapped her arms around his neck and squashed her chest against his and then things got out of hand. While they still kissed, the rest of their clothes came off and then her soft stomach was against his. Her nipples grazed his chest and he could have stayed like that, wrapped in Freya’s arm until the day he died.

Freya was wet against his cock, rocking back and forth with her eyes closed and her mouth open. Her arms had loosened on his shoulders. Instead, her fingers dug in while she rocked to the edge.

“Want you bare,” Luke said, kissing her throat.

“I’m glad about that,” she said.

He could tell she wasn’t paying any attention to his words. They’d never had sex without a condom.

“I want you bare right now,” he said.

Freya seemed to sober from her lust haze and stopped moving on his erection. He realised his mistake too late and needed her back to moving.

“One week and we can be bare the entire time,” she said.

“Okay,” he whispered as he reached for his wallet.

While Freya took the condom out of his hands, she shifted back. Luke didn’t want her retreating from the edge of climax and slipped his hand between her thighs and pushed in two fingers, but only an inch. He jolted them in and out in quick jabs at the opening. His eyes were on her face as she bit her lip, stopped rolling the condom down his shaft, and closed her eyes on a moan.

He could watch her to that until he died, too.

Her hands dropped away, and he looked down to see if she’d finished the task.

She had.

With two hands on her hips, he lifted her up, aligned his cock and then pulled her down inch by inch until he seated his cock deep inside her. She was snug and warm and the single throb sent of ripple of tingles down his spine.

“Move Peaches. Let me see your tits bounce. I have to make these memories last an entire fucking week. Fuck me hard and make me come,” he demanded.

She did not disappoint, smirking down at him as she rose and fell, rocking forward and back with her hips as she pulled on her nipples.

He lost his reality and came before her, but only by half a minute. While he was having an orgasm to beat all highs, her climax prolonged his as she kept working his cock until she sank down for the last time. Then she collapsed forward and draped her upper body on his chest.

“You gonna turn up, Turner?”

“Wild horses wouldn’t stop me,” he murmured into her hair as he wrapped her up tight while she still sheathed him.

Chapter Forty-One

Luke

Four days later, Luke lounged in the armchair with a whisky tumbler in his right hand. He swirled the amber liquid with the large, round ice cube. The lump of ice stayed still, taking up most of the glass, keeping his fingers cold on the warm late August evening. Luke was listening to his big brother, Archer, tell stories about the rigs to his sister’s husband, Nate. Jason watched on with a smirk.

With only a few days until Luke and Freya’s wedding, the evening felt like the calm before the storm.

Their aunt Cynthia had still not shown her face.

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