Page 65 of Unbearable Attraction
“Fuck, Leenah,” Luka rasped, fingers threading in her hair. “Just like that…”
She bobbed her head, rotating her tongue to trace the ridge of his shaft. The heat of him filled her mouth, and she moaned around him, the vibrations sending shivers through his body—and through hers. Every part of her ached to feel him intersecting with her, but for now she wanted to worship him here, letting her tongue and lips express her hunger.
He braced his hands on her thighs and began to thrust up into her mouth—slow at first, testing her—and she opened wider, taking more in each time. He tasted sweeter the deeper he sank, and she let her hands roam down, gathering his testicles in her palm, rolling them gently as she pulled back to swirl her tongue over his tip. Luka’s head fell back, chest rising and falling in ragged pants.
“That feels… so fucking good,” he groaned, voice thick. He watched her—really watched her—making her heart flutter.
Leenah smiled around him, eyes fluttering closed. She picked up the pace, sliding her lips up and down his cock, alternating pressure, sliding her hand along with her mouth. She loved how he responded: the way his muscles tensed beneath her touch, the small sounds he made—growls, gasps, curses—that let her know she was driving him wild.
“Luka… just like that,” she whispered. “You feel so good…”
His hand tangled in her hair, guiding her. “Oh fuck… I’m so close.”
She widened her mouth, bobbing faster, tongue swirling the wetness from his slit. He cupped her cheek and leaned forward, kissing her briefly before pulling back. “Please… let me—” he rasped.
Before she could argue, he pulled free and leaned back onto his elbows, dragging her up so he could kiss her. Her lips connected with his in a fierce, desperate kiss—taste of cedar and sex and wanting—before he rolled them until she was lying supine, his head by her waist. Leenah’s heat pooled as he nuzzled her inner thighs, and she gasped when his tongue found her slick slit.
“No—” she began, but his gentle growl drowned her protests. His tongue circled her clit, flicked over it, then dipped inside her, warm and demanding. She cried out, arching her back, fingers tangling in his thick hair at her belly.
“Luka…” she moaned. “Oh gods, yes…”
He teased her with featherlight touches, then heavy, insistent licks that made her thighs tremble. Her hips rolled against his face, searching for more friction. Each flick of his tongue sent shockwaves of pleasure through her pussy, and she felt her control slipping.
“Ride this with me, Leenah,” he murmured, voice vibrating through her core.
She reached down, pressing his head harder against her, and he complied, tongue plunging into her channel, his nose brushing her slick folds. She bucked, fingers gripping her own arousal, each pass of his tongue carving pleasure deeper into her flesh. She clutched his hair, guiding him, urging him on.
Her vision blurred with sensation, and when her first orgasm struck, it tore through her in roaring waves. “Luka! Luka!” she screamed, body shuddering as she came, pussy clenching so fiercely around empty air that she nearly blacked out.
He stroked her thigh with one hand as his tongue delivered one last, exquisite lashing. Then he rose, kissing the tumbled tangle of her hair, his face flushed with satisfaction.
“I need you now,” she whispered, voice trembling.
His amber eyes darkened as he leaned in, capturing her lips in a bruising kiss. Clothes fell away in a frenzy—her jeans, his boxers—until they were both naked, skin slick with sweat and desire. He positioned himself at her entrance, cockhead pressing at her wetness. She parted her thighs widely, her petals glistening in the moonlight.
“Gods,” he breathed, the tip teasing her, before he pressed in slowly.
Leenah gasped as he sank into her pussy, inch by delicious inch. He was bigger than anything she’d ever known—thick, heavy, filling her completely. The burn of stretching gave way toa deep, anchoring fullness that sent waves of pleasure spiraling through her.
“Oh… oh, Luka,” she moaned, hands clutching his shoulders. “You’re so big…”
He paused, buried to the hilt, letting her get used to him. Then he moved—slow thrusts that drove deep into her, each one breaching her in ways that stole her breath. His hands gripped her hips, holding her down as he began to fuck her with controlled power.
“Leenah, you feel so tight,” he groaned, thrusting harder. “Fuck, you’re perfect.”
She hooked her legs around him, urging him deeper with every arch of her hips. His cock slid against her G-spot, drawing hoarse cries from her throat.
“I love how you take me,” she gasped. “How you fill my pussy…”
Luka’s strokes grew faster, more insistent, slapping wetly against her inner thighs. The sounds of their bodies colliding—skin on skin, wet friction—filled the quiet loft. She matched his rhythm, rocking her hips in time, slamming into him, matching his drive.
“Tell me you love me,” he panted, voice ragged.
“I love you,” she breathed between thrusts. “Gods, I love you—so much.”
He paused, hovering inside her, and she thought he might pull out—but then he spun her onto her belly, sliding back in so he could fuck her from behind. Her hands pressed into the mattress, nipples brushing the sheets as he drove into her with a fierce, possessive power. She bit her lip, mounting the friction, her pussy fluttering around him.
“Deeper,” she begged, voice raw. “I need you deeper.”
