Page 68 of Frenched (Frenched 1)
He groaned, thrusting into me deeper and faster.
“I love the way you move,” I went on, struggling to keep my voice to a whisper. “It makes me so wet. I love the sound your body makes against mine when you fuck me like that. It makes me want to scream.”
He dropped my hair and took me by both hips, digging his fingers into my flesh and jerking me back onto him with a ferocious, savage rhythm. I couldn’t see him but I imagined what we looked like—Lucas still dressed, his white shirt undone at the neck, pants around his knees; me tied to the headboard, naked but for my high heels. It was so hot and he was fucking me so hard and I was so wet and everything inside me began to tighten and pull and as Lucas’s fervor reached its breaking point, I widened my knees and dropped as far forward as I could to take him even deeper.
It pushed him over the edge and he held himself deep inside me as he came, gasping and growling as he throbbed. My mouth hung open in disbelief as he reached around me with one hand and rubbed hard, fast circles on my clit, making my insides clench and spasm around him.
Un. Fucking. Believable.
Lucas, breathing as heavy as I was, tipped forward and dropped his forehead to my back. His hair tickled my skin and I shivered.
“Uh.” His voice was weak.
“Yeah. That’s about all I’ve got too.”
He kissed my spine. “You’re amazing.”
“Hey, that was all you. I was tied up the whole time.”
And loving every minute of it.
Laughing, he pulled out of me and stood up. “And as tempting as it is to leave you there because you look so fucking good, give me one second and I’ll untie you.”
He went into the bathroom for a moment, then appeared at my side with his pants fastened and his shirt off. After untying me, he rubbed my wrists before bringing them to his lips and closing his eyes. The gesture was
so sweet, it made my throat squeeze up.
“They don’t hurt.” I didn’t want him to think it was anything less than incredible for me.
Jessica. You silly bitch.
He opened his eyes but didn’t take his lips off my skin.
I smiled. “Promise.”
Just then we heard a squeal and a huge splash out the window.
“Someone get thrown in the pool?” I guessed.
“Sounds like it. Do you want to go down and join them?” Never had a question been asked with less enthusiasm.
“Are you kidding?” I reached up and played with a lock of curly hair that had overpowered my product and sprung forward. “There’s nowhere I’d rather be than in here with you.” I glanced over my shoulder at my feet. “Although I would like to take these shoes off.”
He smiled. “Take them off. Punishment’s over.”
I got off the bed and slipped my heels from my feet. “Lucas, can you still call it punishment if the person enjoys it? Because I did.”
His eyebrows went up. “Oh yeah? Maybe I’ll have to get the whip out next time.”
I froze. “You don’t really have a whip, do you?” Although frankly, I’d let Lucas do just about anything he wanted to me. I trusted him.
He grinned and picked up his scotch. “No. But I’d get one if you wanted me to. Maybe you’d like to whip me. You’d look awesome in one of those dominatrix getups.”
I smiled slyly. “I’ll add that to the outfit calendar.”
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We spent the next morning visiting with Lucas’s family and the afternoon by the pool again. Later, when we’d had enough sun and chlorine, he found a blanket and we took a little picnic of fruit, bread, and cheese into the olive grove. After we ate, we drank wine and I read the love letters of Abelard and Heloise aloud to Lucas, who lay with his head in my lap while I leaned back against an olive tree.
