Page 19 of Lucas & Melissa Falling in Love
Chapter 6
He took control then. The shift was monumental and unmistakable. It wasn’t only that he took hold of me, pinning my eyes with his, staring intently down to my inner intentions. It was the energy, the intensity and passion of him consuming me and surrounding me, like he was telling me I was his without saying a word.
“I want you. Every last ounce of you down to the bottom of your soul. Your heart, your mind, your beauty, your flaws. All of it. I want you to give me everything. No holding back. Do you think you could do that?”
I was stunned into silence, incapable of speaking, incapable of hearing my thoughts above the blood pulsing in my head, my pounding heart, my hard breathing. I didn’t understand, had no idea what he was demanding. Everything? What did that mean?
I nodded. I did know what no holding back meant and at that moment, if we were to make love, I knew I couldn’t make myself hold back even if I tried or wanted to—which I did not. I wanted to make mad passionate love with him—right then and there.
My eyes darted to the door. I’d closed it but not locked it. He saw my look and smiled as if he’d read my mind, which I suppose wasn’t too hard to do right then. I wasn’t trying to hide how much I wanted him.
He didn’t say he wanted your body, Lissy.
But that was what he meant by all of me, wasn’t it? It had to be.
He didn’t explain himself further, didn’t ask for promises from me. Instead he gathered me up and stood, holding me in his arms.
“Let’s go somewhere more private,” he whispered against my temple as he lifted me and carried me to the door. I slid it open and he walked through, turning right down the corridor toward the bedrooms as if he knew the layout, knew exactly where he was going. And he did. The third door down on the left, where my bags had been left beside a bed, was the room he turned into, carrying me over the threshold as if we were newlyweds, as my heart raced against his. I didn’t know whose heart was winning the race because they were both beating madly in anticipation as he nudged the door closed behind us with his foot.
He laid me on the bed and then, when I thought he’d crash on top of me and ravage me, he stopped to look at me instead. My mouth was open, panting, and God knew what my face looked like. I was needy, wanton, and shameless. I lifted my dress but he put his hands over mine.
“I’ll undress you.” The husky command in his voice sent a titillating shudder through me. It was his normal voice, only on steroids, making it the sexiest thing I’d ever heard, as if he were the male version of a mythological siren.
Letting him unzip and lift my dress while his fingers scraped over my sensitive skin was both hard to do in my pulsing impatience and breathtaking in its pleasure. I writhed and grabbed at his shirt and he rasped a chuckle, keeping out of my reach.
Pulling down my stockings with excruciatingly slow caution made me mew and beg him for more—not with words, but with my eyes. He bent over me when he’d stripped me and I was left in my red bra and panties—thank God—the only quality lingerie I had left.
“You are decadent.” His voice was that fiercely sexy rasp. Quiet, powerful, purposeful, like the perfect rub over my clit I wanted him to make. “Did you know that? You look like the one treat I’ve always wanted and could never find. Like the most delicious gourmet meal in the world served up for me and only me.”
“Take me now. I want you so much.” I reached up and grabbed his shirt and this time he let me. A wild woman, lost in passion, took over my body and yanked the soft silky material up and over his head, not bothering to wait for an answer. He slid out of his pants without much bother, that innate physical grace of his translating into ease and speed of movement.
Before I had a chance to drink in his naked magnificence, he was on the bed next to me. We hadn’t bothered with the covers. Dispensing with my designer bra and panties, he enveloped me in a full skin-to-skin body hug. I nearly went dizzy with the joy and pleasure of his hard form, hot skin touching me along the entire measure of my body.
I thoughtIwas hot, but he burned like a furnace of need-fueled desire. God, I couldn’t get enough of him. Our hands explored, our mouths tasted and nibbled and possessed. He was all over my mouth, my face, with kisses and small bites, his tongue tasting everywhere. He lowered his mouth, breathing small kisses down my neck, making me shiver as I glistened with sex-induced sweat.
When he reached my nipples with his mouth, I sucked in my breath and called out his name as his teeth teased one nipple and then the other, almost to my breaking point. The dizziness concentrated into small spirals and I squirmed under him, reaching for his hard cock caught between our bodies.
His heavy breathing was interrupted by a low moan when my hand found him and I squeezed, stroked the length and caressed the tip of his mouth-watering erection. His cock was big and solid and as perfectly sculpted as the rest of him.
“I want you,” I managed to say, my voice strained and foreign.
“First I want to taste you.” He raised himself above me, separating our sweaty bodies for a moment, releasing the heat between us, making me shiver and want him more. We locked eyes, fully dilated, fully in sync, fully aroused.
I knew he wasn’t asking permission, but my lips curved up automatically and he responded with the most wicked look, slightly raising a brow and suppressing a grin. Then he moved down, lightly caressing and kissing my ribs and my stomach, plunging his tongue into my belly button. When his face reached the V of my legs, the reddish-brown triangle of curly tufts, he stopped and admired as if I were the creation of a master sculptor. My hands held his head, my fingers playing through the dark waves of his lush hair, and I resisted my need and urge to push him onto me. How did I get to be this greedy, needy, shameless woman?
Lowering his mouth, first he kissed me, melting me, and then he licked my clit exactly where he should, with the exact pressure to make me call out and writhe, pulsing as tension coiled impossibly tight like it did before a wild explosion of convulsive unthinking pleasure. He kept his mouth on me, maybe I held him there gripping his hair in my hands, riding the waves of ecstasy, feeling the orgasms contracting and bursting like small seizures of bliss.
There was no counting how many orgasms he sucked from me in that time that seemed both like forever and like the instant between shuddering heartbeats. The self-satisfaction on his face was the sexiest look I’d ever seen as he rose over me then, until his glistening, hard-as-a-granite-sculpture cock aligned exactly with my clit.
Calling out in scorched surprise as the creamy tip rubbed against my super-sensitive nub, I took hold of his length with one hand and pulled his face toward me with the other. I needed to kiss him again, to communicate with my mouth on his what I was feeling because I couldn’t speak.
He lowered his mouth to mine, but not touching, held it there, breathing hard as I pressed his cock to my opening and he pushed forward, slowly and with exquisite control in spite of the tremor I felt in his arms as he held himself above me. Suspended, hovering close so that I could feel the heat of his skin, but not his skin, he slid inside me, so that was the only part of us touching now.
A moan of strangled impatient desire escaped me, as he pulled back again, stroking every sensitive cell inside me with his long smooth strong cock. When I would have pulled him closer, willed him to cover my body with his, he spoke in his sex-ridden raspy voice.
“I want us to come together. I want to watch your face, hear you cry out and beg for mercy.”
My eyes went wide. He pumped back inside me, still slow and patient as he adjusted himself, finally covering me with his satisfying weight, his hot skin clamped to mine.
