Page 107 of Morning Glory Girl
We barreled into his room in a tangle of limbs. He walked me back until I was sitting on the end of his bed. He kissed me firmly, but then stepped back, held up his pointer finger, and strode to theen suitebathroom.
The faucet turned on and I walked over, my bare feet soundless on the plush bedroom carpet. I watched as he scrubbed his hands with soap in the sink. Leaning on the doorframe, I smiled at him. He looked up at me, smirking as that piece of unruly dark hair fell in front of his forehead.So freaking adorable. I couldn’t explain why I loved it so much when that happened.
He dried his hands and walked toward me. “Hi, baby,” he said finally, voice a mix of lust and levity.
“Hi.” I beamed. One hand found my waist, the other wrapped behind my neck, and we picked up where we left off.
Shirts were removed and discarded on the floor, then my bra. He dropped his head immediately to pull my nipple into his mouth, licking and sucking gently.
“Luke, oh my god,” I moaned. My underwear would be soaked through by the time we removed any more clothing.
Our bodies moved toward his bed once more, unclear if it was me pulling him or him pushing me. Both.
My knees bent, my half naked body sitting down, legs parted, waiting for him to fill them. Luke stood in front of me in nothing but shorts. I pulled my lip under my teeth as my eyes roamed. His did the same. My hands reached for his belt. I wanted as little aspossible between us when he finally pressed me back down on his bed.
His bed.
I’d spent almost no time here—in his room. When I came up here to do laundry that time, I felt like an interloper, peering into a private part of his life. We barely knew each other, but I already felt at ease in his presence. I wanted to share things with him, do things for him, even then.
He looked down at me, his hooded eyes a mix of hunger and adoration and disbelief, like he’d pictured this before and wanted to pause for a second to take it in. And then he stepped out of his shorts and crouched to his knees, pulling my athletic skirt off and adding it to the trail of strewn clothing on his floor. He stood again, looking like an underwear model in his black boxer briefs. Well, apart from the sizable erection pressing through the material, the sight of which sent a flutter of electricity right to my core.
“Scooch back, against the pillows.”
I did as he said, moving until my light brown hair was spread across his gray pillows. He climbed on top of me slowly, eyes as dark as night, drinking in my body greedily. I never once thought about how I looked when we were intimate, as comfortable with him in this context as I was talking to him at his kitchen table. My mind only focused on the sensations in my body, how badly I wanted to make him feel good too, and my urgency to feelcloserto this man I’d fallen for, in every possible way.
In the moment.
I smirked. He caught me. “What are you thinking?” he asked.
“I’m thinking it’s fun having more space than the couch.”
“Mmmm.” He kissed my neck, dragging his tongue over the sensitive skin, lining his body up with mine. I grinded myself against his erection needily.
I reached down between us. I wanted to feel how hard he was for me right now. He did the same, slipping his fingers in between the apex of my thighs, pushing the lace thong I was wearing to the side.
“I’m so wet for you,” I whispered.
The groan that left him then came from somewhere deeper. Instinctual, not based on thought. I wrapped my own fingers around the smooth skin of his shaft, which was hard as marble. His hip bucked at the contact. I loved seeing him like this—uninhibited.
“Val,” he breathed. “Do you— Can we?—”
“Yes.” My actions matched my words as I pushed the black cotton of his boxers down over his muscled thighs. He dipped to his side, pushing them off before pulling my thong over my legs, too. He removed a condom from the drawer in the nightstand and knelt between my legs, dark eyes watching me. I adjusted myself, lifting my hips, opening my legs further. He circled his thumb over my clit, then slid two fingers inside of me. With his other hand, he gave himself a tug.Oh god, I’ll never get this image out of my head.
When he removed his fingers and ripped open the condom package, needing both hands to slide it on, my core was on fire from the absence of him, so much so that when he finally lined himself up and I felt his head right where I needed it, I begged, “Now, please.”
He pushed into me, filling me, letting his weight fall on top of my body. I kissed him with everything I had as he rocked his hips in between my legs, as my body stretched and relaxed to accommodate him, letting him in deeper. Our tongues swirled, our breaths tangled, our bodies rolled in a newfound rhythm.
I clenched around him, lifting my hips to meet each of his thrusts. I relished the closeness—our sweat-slicked skin touching, lips pressed together, tongues devouring, him inside of me. As close as we could possibly be physically, somehow not close enough. Maybe if we do this another thousand times…
“I’m close, baby,” he rasped in my ear. “Can I go faster?”
“Yes,” I nearly cried. “Oh my god, yes.”
“How can I make you come too, with me?”
I was close, too, riding that edge for a little while now, especially when his pelvic bone provided some friction near my clit.
His huge body caged me with both arms pressing his chest up. I licked a path from his chest to his neck and met the dark, lust-filled pools of his eyes again. “If you touch me, but only just before.”
