Page 32 of Trustfall

“Jesus, you’re tight.” He adds a second finger and continues to push in and out. I can already feel an orgasm building when he adds a third finger. I’m so wet, I can hear the slurping sounds he makes with each thrust, and it’s downright pornographic. I’m close. So close I can feel myself tipping over the edge. But just when I feel it peaking, he suddenly slows down and moves his hand away from my mouth.

No, no, no. I was almost there.

“Not yet, baby. Soon,” he coos in my ear. “I want to taste you first. You’d like that, huh? If I lick your clit while I’m finger-fucking you?”

God, this man’s dirty talk is going to be the death of me.

“Emory? I asked you a question,” Luke says, lazily gliding his finger around the perimeter of my pussy but not penetrating. “Answer me.”

“You asked a question?” I mutter.

“Yeah, baby.” With soft hands on my hips, he guides my body off him and drops to his knees in front of me. He’s so close that it takes a few seconds for my lust-addled brain to catch up, and I think for a moment I’m going to freak out, but I don’t. Luke’s hands brush against my thighs as he grabs the edge of my panties.

“Is this okay?” he whispers.

I nod, and he slowly pulls them down, tossing them to the side of the deck.

He holds my leg and peppers kisses up the inside of my thigh. My breathing is erratic, my heart thundering beneath my chest.

“Are you sure this is okay?” Luke asks again. His eyes are questioning, unsure. Not like the commanding Luke from a few moments ago.

“Yes, I just—this is new for me,” I admit.

Luke looks momentarily conflicted before he speaks.

“You mean all of this,” he moves his finger in a circular motion. “Or…”

“I’m not a virgin,” I say quietly. “I mean, this specifically…” I motion to him on the floor in front of me. My cheeks heat, shame rising to the surface. What adult woman who has been in a serious relationship for four years has never gotten oral?

My shame is short-lived when I notice Luke’s eyes have turned pitch black.

“You’re telling me that no one has ever eaten this pussy?”

I nod.

“Because you never wanted it?” he clarifies.

“I don’t know.”

“That’s not an answer, Emory. Is it because you didn’t think you would like it, or something else?”

“Something else,” I say softly.

“But you want it now?” His eyes search mine. This is the third time he has asked for my consent, making sure I truly want what he’s offering. God, do I want it.

“Yes,” I say simply.

“Then I’m gonna fuck you with my tongue, but you’re gonna have to be quiet. I can’t cover your mouth from down here.”

I nod again, this time more urgently.

“Good girl.” He lets out a low laugh as he moves his head down, hitching my leg over his shoulder. He licks a line up from my pussy to my clit, and I nearly buck off the chair, but I do my best not to call out. He continues licking and fingering me, speeding up his rhythm as he circles the little bundle of nerves with his tongue. When he sucks my entire clit into his mouth, I can’t hold back anymore. Warmth spreads up my body, stars form behind my eyelids, and I explode, screaming out his name. He shoots up, leaving his fingers still buried deep inside me and slaps his hand over my mouth, swallowing the remainder of my cries.

“That’s it, baby,” he says as he continues to thrust his fingers, wringing out every last bit of pleasure from my trembling body. “You did so well.”

When the last of my aftershocks subside and I stop shaking, Luke removes his hand from my mouth. I’m a sweaty mess, but he doesn’t seem to care. He pulls his fingers out and brings his pointer to his mouth, licking and sucking on it like it’s the best thing he’s ever tasted.

He sees me eyeing him and puts the other two fingers that were inside me to my lips. “Mmmm, so good. Taste yourself, baby.” I touch one finger to my tongue before taking the whole thing into my mouth. Luke takes that as an invitation to gently guide the other one into my mouth, and now I’m licking and sucking like he was a minute ago.

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