When her whimpering cries hit his ears, the particular ones that told him she was riding the crest of orgasm, he knew that his efforts had been worth it. He had accomplished his goal.
Chapter 20
Luna
Luna let her eyes roll back in her head as the orgasm washed over her. She wouldn’t have thought it was possible, but it was even stronger than the first one had been.
God, ever since she’d hooked back up with Connor, she’d been feeling things she hadn’t experienced since...well, since the last time she was with Connor!
It was kind of crazy. She’d always convinced herself that the reason everything was kind of lackluster and blah when compared with him was because everything had been new when she was discovering it for the first time with him. Or maybe that she was simply looking at the past through rose-colored glasses.
Now she knew that neither of those things were true. The reason everything was hotter with Connor was because the two of them were simply fire together. Their chemistry was combustible, there was no way around it.
Her orgasm went on and on, for a full minute, and her inner walls gripped his tongue as he jetted it in and out of her, like she was trying to hold it inside her, keep him down there forever.
Hmmm. Not a bad idea, actually.
Finally, with a last strangled cry, the final push of the orgasm rocketed through her body. As she collapsed back against the seat, her breath came in short panting bursts. Every muscle felt like it was made out of boiled spaghetti. She wasn’t sure if she was ever going to be able to get up again.
When she finally opened her eyes and looked over at him, he was staring at her with a playful smile, which she returned.
“What are you thinking?” she asked. He had a mischievous glint in his eye, and experience told her there was more to it.
"Was that good?” he countered. She had to smile. Answering a question with a question had always been one of his favorite tricks.
She laughed, and noticed that her voice was hoarse. Damn. She must’ve been yelling more—and louder! —than she’d even realized.
“I think you know it was good,” she replied. “In fact, I think you know it was better than good. I think you know it was great. You’re just fishing for compliments.”
His grin widened as he brushed her hair back from her forehead. “Guilty,” he whispered. “Not about the compliments part. But just that I was fishing. Because I wanted to hear you say it.”
The words sparked something deep within her belly, and she knew exactly what she wanted to do next. When she leaned over across the console, she was happy to see that the strength had apparently returned to her limbs. She smiled to herself. That was good, because she was going to need energy for what came next.
Leaning down, she unfastened his jeans with trembling fingers.
“What are you doing?” he rasped.
“Just giving you back a little of the pleasure you just gave me,” she replied, drawing a low groan from deep in his throat.
She pushed the jeans down his legs and reached inside, grasping his massive erection and pulling it free.
She took a moment to admire it in all its pulsing glory. It really was something to look at.
“Like what you see?” he asked, a cocky little edge to his voice.
She sighed theatrically. “There you go again. Just fishing for compliments.”
Then, before he could respond, she extended her tongue and ran it up and down the length of his shaft, and the only noises coming out of his mouth were groans.
God, she loved that. She loved hearing the note of surrender in his voice and knowing that she was the one he was surrendering to. She was the one with the power.
He pushed his hips forward so that his dick pressed even more firmly against her tongue as she ran it up and down his cock like she was licking a lollipop.
She stopped for a moment at the top, swirling her tongue around the head of his dick, drawing out every bit of sensation she could from that sensitive flesh. She moved her tongue around it faster and faster until his hips were thrusting forward in rhythm with her tongue. Then she knew that he was ready for what she had in store.
Sliding her lips down over the head of his cock and continuing all the way down his shaft, she made a point of relaxing her throat so she could take him in as deep as possible.
When she’d swallowed him all the way, her lips resting at the base of his dick, she waited a minute, steadying her breathing and enjoying the feel of his cock twitching in her mouth.
Then, very slowly at first, she started to apply suction and swirl her tongue around his shaft. It felt so good, the way he thrust into her mouth and his hands fisted up her hair. She liked having the power to make him feel so good.
She relaxed her mouth a little to give him more freedom to control his thrusts into her mouth, and he took it immediately, starting up a steady rhythm and using his hands in her hair to hold her head still.
Hmmm, she thought to herself. Apparently he likes to be in control, too.
Actually, it was one of the things that she found most fun and stimulating about their encounters, the way that they constantly volleyed back and forth over who was “running things” at any given moment.
They both trusted each other enough to let the other take control, but at the same time they both cared enough to want to be in control themselves, knowing that was how they could give their partner the utmost pleasure.
The way they juggled back and forth between themselves, like a delicate dance that only they knew the choreography to, was one of the things that caused that scorching heat in their chemistry.
She brought her hand up to rub up and down the length of his dick, following after her mouth to get complete coverage. Soon, her palm was coated and slick, just like her lips and tongue, and the whole operation—head and hands—moved like a well-oiled piston up and down his shaft.
When she could feel him getting right to the brink of losing control, she sat up straight and continued to stroke him gently with her hand, just enough to keep the energy going but not nearly enough to send him over that cliff edge of climax.
When he turned to her, eyes on fire with arousal, she said just one word.
“Condom.”
He dove down and pulled his wallet out of the back pocket of his jeans, now pooled on the driver’s side floor. His hands were steady and determined as he fished out the foil disc, opened it with his teeth, and then rolled the tube of latex down his shaft.
She felt another burst of heat between her legs at the steady and sure way he got that condom on himself. She knew what it was from. One of her favorite qualities about him, one that she’d always been attracted to and yes, one that had always turned her on, was the way he took charge of things between them.
Not big things. It wasn’t like he steamrolled over her when she was set on doing something. Hell, he’d even respected her wishes when she’d asked him to stay away.
But when it came to smaller things, especially as they related to taking care of her—he just took charge.
That was why he was helping her at the diner. It was how he’d gotten roped into volunteering for the Christmas benefit.
He took charge. He took care of her. And she couldn’t have found it any sexier. It was one of the absolute hottest things about him.
When he’d rolled the condom all the way on down to the base, she swung one leg over him so that she was straddling him, and facing him, in the driver’s seat.