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It was primal and masculine and so fucking good.
It had never been like this for me, not with anyone. I’dhad a lot of sex with a lot of women—like, a lot—but this... this was so different.
It wasn’t because he was a man.
It was because it was Luke.
Because I loved him.
I broke the kiss and trailed my mouth down his jaw, down his neck. The stubble, his scent, his hands now in my hair. The sounds he made, obscene and guttural, lit me up like gunpowder in my bones.
“Oh fuck,” he whined. “Blake, oh god.”
The sound of my name whispered like that...
I leaned on one elbow and slid my other hand between us, finding his cock and sliding it against mine the way he’d done before. The jolt of pleasure was so intense, but it didn’t compare to watching his face—his swollen lips, pink nose, flushed cheeks, dark eyes, and heavy lids.
“So beautiful,” I murmured. “I want to watch your face when you come.”
His whole body trembled, and he pushed his head back, his neck corded as he arched up, his cock pulsing in my fist. The pleasure on his face, the intensity, the bliss... oh, so perfect.
He spilled come between us, his cock throbbing against mine, and he cried out.
Holy fuck.
Flames of pleasure ripped through me, hot and fast, consuming all of me. I came with just a few strokes, my seed mixing with his on his chest. The noise I made didn’t even sound like me.
I collapsed on top of him with a cry. My skin felt sensitive all over, my bones made out of sponge.
And my knee.
I could feel the ache start to kick in.
“You survive?” Luke asked with a laugh.
I still could barely speak. “No. Am dead.”
“That was so fucking hot.”
“Can’t talk. Am dead.” Jesus, I could barely lift my head enough to prop it up on my hand or keep my eyes open. “What did you do to me?”
He laughed again. “I was gonna ask you the same thing.”
“We definitely need to watch more of that plumber show. We didn’t get far.”
He chuckled and began to roll us over. “We need to get cleaned up.”
“Wait, my knee,” I said, trying to get situated, favoring my stupid leg while he untangled us.
“Oh shit. Is it okay?”
“Mm, it’s okay,” I said, kinda holding my leg up a bit. “Totally worth any subsequent pain. Zero regrets. Will definitely do again.”
Luke laughed, pulled his shorts up, and rolled off the bed. “I’ll get a washcloth.”
He came back a few seconds later with a warm washcloth and cleaned me up while I lay there feeling all blissed out and heavy. When he was done, I pulled him down onto the bed and into my arms.
He fit so perfectly, his head on my shoulder, his arms around me.
