“They happen to like you too. Now, lay back and let me work my magic.”
Willow didn’t. She stayed seated, watching him as he deliberately spread her lips and flicked her clit with his tongue. He felt her body clench beneath his hands as her hands fisted in the bedding.
“Feel free to grip my hair. Turns me on,” he said, before dragging his tongue along the length of her.
A woman’s body was a thing of beauty. Watching it come to sexual life beneath his fingers kicked up his own arousal.
Willow flopped back down on the bed and did as he’d said. She gripped his hair, holding him to her clit, as he circled and lapped it furiously.
Her hips raised off the bed.
He debated holding them down, but he loved the way she writhed with abandon beneath him.
“Luke,” she cried out, as he curved his finger to reach that spot inside that could give her what she wanted.
“You want this now?” His voice was muffled, but he didn’t want to move. The sweet taste of her coated his tongue.
“Please. I want it.”
He doubled down on his endeavours, increasing the thrust of his fingers, the pressure of his tongue. Willow gripped hard on his hair as she cried out, the sound a cross between surprise and pleasure.
He eased her down before kissing her thigh and raising his head. “Good?”
“The best,” she sighed.
“You . . . are fucking gorgeous.” Her face was flushed with orgasm, her eyes heavy. “Ready for round two?”
“Definitely. But just out of interest, how many rounds are there?”
“As many as we can manage.” He rolled her over, so her stomach lay flat on the bed, her knees on the floor. “Stay there.”
Luke grabbed his jeans, grateful that he had two condoms on him. He’d ask if Willow had some later.
He put one on and turned to face her. She was watching him. Her hair all mussed, a shy smile on her face. “Keep your eyes on me if you can. I like it.”
“You’re pretty easy to watch, Luke.”
Suddenly, he felt like a shit. Lovely girl, responsive body, wanted something more than the pedestrian sex she’d had before. But bending her over the bed or fucking her in the shower or up against the wall . . . It all seemed too, shit, seedy wasn’t the right word.
“Are you okay?” Willow asked.
He reached for her, picked her up, and sat on the edge of the bed with her on his lap. Gently, he kissed her lips, trying to rein it in as her body began to move against his. It took nothing to turn her on. Her body knew what it needed, but . . .
“You sure you want it this way, flower? I can lay you back in these sheets. We can take it easy.”
Willow’s eyes flashed. “I get one night, Luke. One night with you. One night to escape the confines of who I usually have to be every day. Show me what I’m missing. Don’t hold back or be nice or go easy. That’s not what I signed up for. Is it because I’m not doing this right or—?”
“Whatever shit is rumbling through your head, stop,” he said, gripping her chin with his thumb and forefinger. “I just looked over at you and you looked so fucking pretty, and for a second I wondered why you would want to do this with me—which believe me, is not my normal state of mind.”
Willow placed her head on his shoulder. “My relationship with sex is complicated . . . well, I just . . . sex has always been pleasant. And I figured if I had sex with you—and yes, I’ve read all the gossip posts about you—if it was still only pleasant, then it must be me, right?”
Luke sucked on her lower lip, then bit it gently. “Has it been pleasant so far?”
Willow shook her head. “Most definitely not . . . in a good way, obviously.”
“Do you need more evidence that it’s not you?”
Willow slipped her hand between them and gripped his dick firmly. “If I said yes?”
“Then it would be my duty to provide you with that evidence.”
“Then yes. I need more evidence, Luke. The kind you were going to show me before you got worried about me, which was spectacularly sweet.”
Luke huffed. “I’m not a sweet guy, Will.”
“I beg to differ. You took the time to get to know me. You showered. You asked me what I wanted and gave me outs.”
“I don’t know what kind of guys you’ve been hanging out with, but those things don’t make me sweet. That’s the bare minimum you should expect from any guy.”
“And yet . . . I don’t want any guy. I want you. Please, Luke.”
He kissed her, firmly, then messily, until she was reaching for him, squirming on his lap with need.
“Where were we?” he asked, standing with her in his arms.
When he put her feet on the ground, she knelt back over the bed. “I think we were here.”
Her smile made him melt as he knelt down behind her, nudging her knees a little wider. He ran his hands down her back, his fingertips following either side of her spine, watching as her hips wiggled in anticipation.
He wrapped her hair around his hand and lowered his lips to her shoulder. “Ready?” he murmured.
“Yes.” The words came out on a gasp as he let his dick slide between her cheeks. Pulsing in anticipation, he lined his dick up with her entrance. “Oh, fuck,” he gasped, as he slid into her, working back and forth until he was seated deep inside her.
He ran his hands down her spine, over the cheeks of her arse. Opening her to him so he could watch his dick slide in and out of her.
“Luke,” she gasped.
He lowered his chest over hers, gripped both of her wrists above her head with one hand, and slid the other beneath her to stroke her clit. When her hips began to move, backing into him so she took him deep, he felt a tingle trickle down his spine. Placing his lips to her skin, he kissed a trail along her shoulder until he reached her mouth. It was difficult to keep pace and own her mouth at the same time, but somehow, they managed.
He wasn’t close enough, deep enough. He wanted to be further inside her, to possess her in that moment as they both chased their pending release. He covered her, crowded her, as her hands fought to get free of his grip, before her nails clawed at the bedding.
“Luke, I’m going to come . . . again,” she gasped, moments before her body went rigid, short, punctuated breaths escaping her.
God, she squeezed him hard, torturously pushing him closer and closer to his own release.
His name falling from her lips had him gripping her hands tighter, allowing his hips to thrust hard against her, the steady slap of skin on skin teasing him.
He needed to come so badly his head pounded. The warmth of her, the scent of her, the way she drenched him. He couldn’t remember it ever feeling quite so . . . yeah, he couldn’t find the words.
“You want this?” he grunted before sucking in a gulp of air.
“Yes,” she cried.
“You feel this? It’s because of you.” His balls tightened as he came. Hard. “Willow. Fuck.”
Stars spun in his peripheral vision as she squeezed around him a second time. He slowed his roll, savouring the feeling of her around him, as he stroked her arms and back.
Finally, he pulled out slowly, lifted Willow onto the bed, and removed the condom before lying down next to her. “Enough evidence, yet?” he asked.