Page 170 of Boss of the Year
My mouth watered, though I didn’t completely understand why.
Just as quickly, a number of images flew through my mind: how it might feel to be on my knees, my hair in his hands, held fast while he eased past my lips, or me turned over on my stomach while that magnificent part of him took me from behind.
Would he like it between my breasts, nestled in the soft volume that had always felt slightly obscene? He had suggestedit once, but was that something people really did, or was it just in dirty talk?
Once again, it felt like too much. Too many options. Too many questions.
Lucas’s body found mine before the feeling could overtake me again. His arms caged either side of my head as his solid weight pressed me into the bed, grounding me there beneath him.
“Stay with me,” he said before kissing me, taking his time with it.
When he was finished, I was fully back in the moment. Back to where I could arch into the tip of him, nudging at my entrance. Fully present as he pushed past that tender, slick opening, causing Lucas’s entire body to shudder as he breached me for the third time.
He stilled for a moment, only a few inches in, his forehead to mine as he took one deep breath, then another.
“Lucas…” I sucked in a breath as the stretch of him filled me completely. My head rocked back into the pillows, and my body squirmed, unsure whether I wanted to escape or get even closer.
“I know,” he said, voice rough as he pushed deeper. “You’re so fucking tight, sweet girl. Just like the first time, isn’t it? But you can take me; we know you can. Oh,fuck, squeeze me. Just like that.”
My eyes clenched shut as he waited a few more breaths, giving me a little more time to acclimate, holding me with his weight against the bed, forcing me to ground myself in our connection.
Gradually, my body relaxed again, as if it knew it was safe in his powerful hold.
“Okay?” he asked softly.
I nodded. “Yeah. I just…I want the rest.”
A low groan vibrated through him. “Thank fucking God.”
His final thrust was sudden and harsh, bottoming out in me with a suddenness that made us both shout together.
Then, although I honestly wasn’t sure how I could take anything more, he moved.
“Look at me,” he whispered as he took one hand and stretched it over my head, then pinned it into place while his hips started a punishing rhythm. “Know it’s my body making yours unravel. My dick stretching that sweet pussy. My tongue coated with your pleasure.”
I wanted to tell him I knew. Assure him that no part of me, body or mind, would ever forget this touch. That the last ten years of my life, my adolescent fantasies had been all but erased by the immediacy of him and the way he made me feel.
But my voice was robbed by those insistent movements, reduced to pitiful moans and whimpers swallowed by sinful kisses.
“This isn’t just sex,” Lucas continued along with his steady movements as he looped my knee over his arm, opening me wider. “Tell me you know that.”
I gasped as he drove deeper still. “I—oh,God, Lucas—I know.”
“I wanted you for years. Tried to pretend it wasn’t real. Tried to stay away.”
“I—you what—oh,God, Lucas, don’t stop!”
“I won’t,” he growled, his pace becoming more demanding, “because it’s always been you. Do you hear me, Marie? It’s. Always. Been. You.”
His hand slid between us, finding that spot that made my breath hitch. The pressure inside me coiled again, that ache deep where I couldn’t seem to find myself, but which he was able to serve with hand and cock at the same time.
“If that’s not love,” he said as his thrusts turned frantic, driving back into the bed with the force of a locomotive, “I don’t fucking know what is.”
“LUCAS!” My orgasm rushed through me, wracking my whole body with waves of tension that strung me out like a taut wire. I was gone, lost to the pleasure, sure that I really would disappear into the ether were it not for this man keeping me firmly anchored to the earth.
Lucas followed seconds later with a strangled moan, and my name whispered like a prayer. His body pulled rigid as he shoved himself inside me one final time before he collapsed, allowing me to bear the whole weight of him, as if he still understood that was exactly what I needed to keep from evaporating completely.
“Marie,” he whispered as he brushed my hair back from my face. “Oh, God. My sweet, sweet Marie.”
