Once she was secured, Lukus reached to grab a condom and quickly slid it onto his already steeled erection, before moving to the center of the bed. Tiff was glad when he took the time to place a pillow under her head. Not only was it more comfortable, but it lifted her head to give her a better view of what was about to happen to the rest of her body.
Tiffany’s heart was racing like never before. She could hear the pounding of her heart in her ears and felt a sudden release of wetness between her legs as her still empty pussy clenched expectantly, preparing for what she knew was coming. Lukus took his time, devouring every inch of her body with his eyes and his hands.
Unlike Markus who plunged into Bri immediately, Lukus dragged it out by caressing her inner thighs, tweaking her nipples, and seductively massaging her ass, carefully avoiding touching the body parts she was dying for him to accost. He effectively ratcheted up their desire until they were both breathing so hard Tiff felt like she could hyperventilate. She was forced to finally beg.
“Please…”
A devilish smile crossed his lips. “Please… what?” She knew then he’d been waiting for her.
“Please… I need you.”
“You have me. I’m right here.” To prove his point, Lukus drew a finger lightly through her wet folds, barely grazing her sensitive clit, but forcing Tiff to buck her hips up as best she could in an attempt to maintain contact with him. His chuckle proved he was having fun teasing her.
“Lukus…”
“Tiffany…”
This time, he dragged his finger through her lower lips going deeper and lingering on her clit long enough to draw a pleasurable moan from her before removing his digit.
“Oh God. You’re torturing me. Please…”
“Maybe now is when I should torment you into telling me all your secrets. Let’s start with how you learned to play basketball like Michael Jordan?”
“LUKUS! Now is not the time to be talking about basketball!”
Damn him for remaining completely calm as he tweaked her vulnerable nipples again.
“I think now is the perfect time to talk about basketball.”
She could see the mischief playing in his beautiful green eyes.
“Lukus Mitchell, don’t you make me regret letting you tie me down.”
“Tsk, tsk, tsk. So sassy. So, if you don’t want to talk about basketball, what do you want to do?”
This time, he allowed his fingers to slide through the wet folds of her pussy, dipping inside just long enough to give her hope he might finger fuck her to another climax.
Knowing he’d be able to wait her out, she finally gave in and begged. “You need to fuck me now, Lukus. Please, fuck me hard like you promised me you would.”
She watched as all playfulness left him. It was as if he’d been waiting for her to supply the secret password.
“That’s it, baby. I wanted to hear you ask for it. God, you’re so beautiful, Tiffany. I’m gonna fuck you just like I promised—long and hard, fast and deep.”
With their eyes locked, Lukus lined up his erection and in one fluid thrust, buried himself as deep in Tiffany as he could go, surely hitting places no one else had ever touched before. The feel of him filling her so completely was amazing, but it was the sound of his crying out her name in ecstasy that thrilled Tiffany the most.
She thought she’d been prepared—she really had. But nothing could have prepared Tiff for the overwhelming pleasure consuming her body as Lukus set a hard and fast pace, pulling his rock-hard cock out again and again, only to plunge it in faster and deeper with each thrust. She wasn’t exactly sure how he did it, but it was like he was rocking his body as he thrusted in a manner that brought him in contact not only with her engorged clit, but also with her secret spot deep inside of her.
It only took a short minute for her first orgasm to start. It hit her so hard it was like a truck rolling over her, the pleasure so intense she felt as if she was exploding into a million pieces. Even as she started to recover from one orgasm, another exploded, this one drawing out a long guttural rant Tiff couldn’t stop if she had had to.
“Oh, my God, yes! Oh, Lukus! Don’t stop honey! That’s it! Thank you! Fuck me! Fuck me hard! Oh Jesus! I’m coming again! Fuck… yes… more… more! Oh, shit! I’m coming again, honey… ”
At some point, through her orgasmic haze, Tiffany felt Lukus moving from his kneeling position to stretch out and place his face only inches from her own. He’d slowed his pace slightly, taking more time to slowly draw out of her body only to thrust forward again and again.
Stroking her hair gently, he coaxed her. “Baby, open up. I want to see your eyes when you come with me. I’m so close.”
When Tiff opened her eyes, the sight of him knocked the wind out of her. He was beautiful, magnificent really. And right this minute, he was all hers. Vulnerability crashed over her, not because of the hot sex, but because of the power this man had over not only her body, but her heart. She watched as the pleasure they were sharing washed over him and felt privileged to see him melt into a powerful orgasm that had him screaming her name. “Oh Tiffany, baby. Damn, you’re so fucking tight! Yesssss!”
The feel of his powerful contractions pushed Tiffany into her final orgasm. This time, instead of a rant of dirty talk, she found herself fighting back tears— tears of joy, pleasure, and sexual relief. She managed to hold them down to a few stray drops until Lukus lowered himself fully on top of her and began to suck intimately on her neck while remaining buried deep inside of her. Their bodies connected perfectly, like locking puzzle pieces and for some strange reason, this final act of intimacy unleashed a floodgate of tears. Before she knew it, she was sobbing.
That’s it, Tiff. Nothing like ruining one of the best moments of your life. Keep it up. He’s going to think you’ve lost it.
Through her tears she saw his confusion. Thinking he might have hurt her, Lukus quickly extracted his deflating cock from her pussy and rushed to bring her legs down to the bed. He untied her arms, massaging them as he knelt next to her.
“Tiff, talk to me, baby. What’s wrong? Did I hurt you?”
For some strange reason, the concern in his voice only pushed Tiff to cry that much harder. Even as she was doing it, she knew how irrational her reaction was, but try as she might, she just couldn’t stop crying for several long minutes. It was like Lukus’s powerful claiming of her body had broken a dam she wasn’t even aware she’d constructed. The dam had clearly been holding back emotions she had successfully hidden away, even from herself.
Tiffany felt more exposed than ever as she let her fears, vulnerability, and desire to submit cave in on her. The dam had kept her strong and independent and ready to tackle the world alone. Without it, she felt needy, and needing a man like Lukus Mitchell was dangerous.
Lukus finally lay next to her and pulled her into his arms, letting her snuggle up next to him while he held her through her mini meltdown, quietly trying to calm her as she cried into his bare chest.
When she was finally down to sniffles, Lukus sat up and first removed and disposed of his condom before reaching for a box of tissues. He laid Tiff onto her back and hovered over her, gently wiping away her tears. He held a fresh tissue to her nose.
“Blow for me.”