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And then one hand is on my breast, rolling my nipple between his fingers and bringing a tiny edge of pain, while he sinks down and brings his mouth to my clit, sucking hard as he continues the relentless thrust of his fingers deep into my core.
I try to make him work even harder for it before completely giving myself over. But in the end, I have no choice because my eyes roll back and my release rips through me like lightning, tearing wanton sounds out of me that I don’t even recognize.
My back arches off the bed, my fists curl into the bedlinens, and my legs shake uncontrollably as unintelligible words tumble out of my mouth. And in that moment, I know that Luke can take care of me like no one ever has. But he doesn’t let up, continuing to draw every last bit of pleasure from me until my body goes limp.
As I fall back onto the bed, Luke sits back, and I hear the click of his belt buckle and the scrape of his zipper. My whole body feels boneless, but I don’t want to miss out on the sight of him taking his pants off. Because if there’s one thing I’ve been wondering for a week now, it’s whether my husband is as well-endowed as he felt on that air mattress in LA.
I stretch my arm out toward Luke, where he still kneels at the foot of the bed. “Pull me up?”
He takes my hand and gives me a gentle tug as he stands, until I can plant my other hand behind me to hold myself in a sitting position. Goddamn, that orgasm wrung out every last ounce of energy from my body.
But when he drops his pants and I see the enormous bulge in his skin-tight boxer briefs, it sends a new wave of heat through me. As he hooks his thumbs into the waistband, I can’t take my eyes off him. The anticipation accelerates my breathing, causing my heart to beat so hard it feels like my whole rib cage is vibrating.
“Stop ogling me, Wife,” he teases.
“No, thanks.” I run my tongue along my top lip as I glance up at him, and there’s no mistaking the desire in his eyes. Then he slides his boxers down his hips and bends to shove them down his legs, making me groan in frustration that he’s blocking my view.
When he stands again, kicking the boxers off to the sideand stepping closer to me, my mouth parts with a small gasp.Holy shit.
Luke’s a lot bigger than I am, and maybe at 6’3”, I should have expected his cock to be proportional to his height, especially given what I felt when I rubbed myself up against him a week ago. And yet, I’m not prepared for the sight in front of me.
I glance up at him again, and his lips curve up on one side in what looks like a smirk—but I don’t think that’s what it is. I think the anticipation is killing him.
When my attention returns to the silky length of his hard cock, I reach my hand out to grip the base, smiling to myself at the feel of him.
“Just think how good it’ll look with your spit all over it,” he says huskily, making my thighs clench.
My eyes widen, and my laugh catches in my throat, so it comes out more like a strangled moan, and I wonder again how my best friend has such a dirty mouth.
“I thought you were supposed to be a nice guy, Luke.”
“I’m plenty nice when I want to be. But right now?” He slides himself against my hand, sending waves of longing through my core and aftershocks all the way to my limbs. “Right now, I want to watch you gag.”
Chapter Thirty-Five
LUKE
Ineed to hold back a laugh when I see Eva’s eyes flare. I would never say that to anyone else, but it’s important that I can be totally open with her. I’m done hiding my feelings, and that includes all the things I’ve dreamed about doing with her—or having her do to me. Because, let’s face it, I’ve never been with anyone else, or by myself, when I wasn’t picturing Eva.
That probably makes me a bigger asshole than I’d like to admit, but she’s always been it for me.
I watch her stomach muscles contract, and her shoulders roll back as a wave of longing runs through her. She lets out another strangled moan, and then looks up at me, licking those pouty pink lips, and says, “Get over here.”
I take a step forward so I’m right in front of her. My dick is so close to her face that when she parts her lips, they brush against the taut skin of my tip, and a groan rattles the back of my throat. She glances up at me, biting her lower lip as shegives me a coy look that makes me wonder whether she’s intentionally dragging this out to torture me.
I’m torn between enjoying the way she’s exerting control, and wanting to tilt her head back, invade her mouth, and push my cock to the back of her throat.
But then her tongue darts out, licking her bottom lip and the underside of the head of my dick, and my hand is on the back of her head, my fingers threading into her soft, dark hair as she leans in and circles me with her tongue. It takes everything I have, every ounce of self-control I possess, not to push into her—not to rush this moment that I’ve been waiting a lifetime for.
I wantherto be in control here. I want her to show me what she likes to do, and how she wants to proceed.
Her lips part as she slides me into her mouth, and her moans send vibrations shooting along my cock. My hips jut forward instinctively, and her free hand moves to my hip as she guides me closer.
I watch her head bob toward me as she takes me deeper, as if testing how much she can fit before she gags. My fingers tighten in her hair as I tilt her head back just a tad, changing the angle so she can take more.
She groans while sliding her hand down my shaft so her fingers rest lightly on my abdomen as she presses my cock between her tongue and the roof of her mouth, allowing her teeth to graze lightly along the sensitive skin. I can tell I’ve hit the back of her throat because her eyes water and she gags a little. She doesn’t stop, though, and she simultaneously rocks her hips against my mattress to create some friction for herself. It’s the sexiest fucking thing I’ve ever seen.
“We’re going to have to work on that gag reflex, sweetheart,” I say, pulling back until I slip out of her mouth.
