Page 93 of Lucas & Melissa Falling in Love
“Lie here?”
I hear his teasing note, still staring at him. My chest feels like a marching band is trapped inside. Sweat is popping out between my breasts, on my upper lip and other places.
“Makes me want to rip your clothes off and rub skin. I don’t actually care if we’re lying down, come to think of it.”
“Is something interfering with your thinking, Melissa?” He purrs the words, making me shiver.
“It’s your erection. I need to see it, need to touch it, feel it inside me. Desperately.” My thinking was out the window gone south with the birds. I’d never been one for dirty talk, but holding back with Lucas was not an option. He draws it from me like a like a hypnotist. Like he’s my Svengali.
“I know how you feel.” He reaches down and bunches my skirt in his fist and pulls it up, slips his hand between my thighs with gentle insistence and strokes. Even through my tights the pressure is exquisite, the movement exacting as if he knows every fold and nuance of my body already.
My eyes close and the small moan I hear is mine.
“Your tights are soaked through with your desire. Do you know how that affects me? Feeling your hot wet sex through your clothes?” He pushes closer, moves his hand to my face where I can smell it and then grinds his hips against me. Instead of smashing back into the wall, I push forward, meeting him and twisting, wanting to feel that solid rod of perfection that is his penis.
I can’t stand it anymore. I don’t know where he gets his control. Maybe he’s a sadistic torturer of lusty women. Moving my hands down his back, I force one of them between us and pull at his pants zipper. He laughs lightly, puffs of his breath in my ear making me shiver again, raising goose bumps and need between my thighs, driving me more urgently.
Shoving both hands between us I unbutton his pants and push my hand inside, wrapping it around the satisfying hard length of him. His cock gives a leap of joy and I hear him suck in a breath. The dizziness hits me and if I wasn’t against a wall with Lucas’s arms around me, hands on me, I would sink to the floor.
“Maybe we should lie down,” I say. Desperate for him now, as he nibbles my earlobe sending spirals of pleasure blipping through me, I worry about having a stroke if I don’t orgasm soon.
“We will.”
“Are you trying to kill me with mad need?” I know the answer is yes.
“I’m waiting for you to beg me,” he says.
His words are almost like a splash of cold water. Almost. A pitifully small splash after the first jolt ofwhat the hell.I don’t like to be under someone else’s control. I think he knows this. But I’m not one to kid myself and right now he owns me.
And he’s hardly lifted a pinky.
“Please.” The grudging raspy word feels painful to say and painful to hear.
He pins me hard so I can’t move my hand on his cock, only squeeze it mercilessly until I hear him struggle to breathe. He moves his hands down and kneads my ass. Then with his hand under my skirt, he rips my tights from my ass and runs a finger down the crack, deep and low, all the way around until he touches my clit from behind. He presses further and I jolt, hyper aware, hyper sensitive, all nerves and flesh, nothing else.
A moan tears from me bordering on a scream. I don’t even recognize myself. My hand releases his cock and my knees buckle. Pulses of pleasure build in the throbbing center of my sex. Collapsing, unable to stand, we both lower to the floor in a graceful fall, owing all to Lucas because I’m completely powerless, utterly taken, still throbbing and sensitive beyond the ability to speak.
Lying next to me, he somehow removes his pants and my skirt while murmuring his Italian words of love and beauty. Letting the words wash over me, calm me, I listen through the hard-beating pulse in my head, in my chest, and take a shaky breath. When the scent comes up all earthy and filled with juicy sex, I shudder and squirm in his arms until I feel the rocky length of him against my belly, twitching and wet at the tip.
Without command from my brain, my hands wrap around him, both at once, greedy and probing and eager.
“I want you inside me.” My voice sounds shaky and weak, but he hears me.
“I want to see your face bloom again, see the beautiful contortion of your orgasm color you, make you fierce and then suspended as if time stopped for you.” He grits out the words as I stroke him, feeling the soft slick skin of him cover the ramrod hardness, throbbing and needy. I’m panting and pushing my hips forward as he toys with my ass, stroking and kissing me, breathing like a man running for his life.
“Melissa, put me inside you,” he says. Then as I try to move, try to position myself, which feels like I’m trying to move jelly, he moves on top of me, pinning me.
“You’re taking over,” I say on a breath, sounding relieved, feeling mixed. But that all disappears once I slide the tip of him to my wettest most sensitive point and then jerk with the spark of pleasure as if he’s electrified, or I am.
His arms hold his body above me as if he’s doing a plank and he slides forward, in a long slow move, the sweat from his temple dripping on my neck. I want to turn my head and catch his sweat in my mouth, I want to devour and own everything that is him.
“Lucas . . .” I want to somehow communicate this to him but I don’t have words as I feel him inside me, gliding, pressing, faster now, filling me to the hilt until our bodies grind together. I still have most of my clothes on and he has his shirt on, but it doesn’t matter, not enough to stop and take them off.
“I want you to feel every molecule, to make you scream,” he says and I’m amazed that he can speak because his breathing is so labored. I’m panting and I hold his buttocks, pushing him inside me with as much force as I can, feeling the pain-pleasure of the sensitive bud sparking and tightening until I think I’ll pass out. My breathing stops and I’m suspended.
My muscles all convulse at once and I cry out and so does he.
Arms shaking violently, I feel him close and fall, settling on top of me, as I unclench my teeth, but I can’t. Everything in me is still taut as I feel him shudder inside me, feel the walls of my vagina tighten and spasm around him, feel him moving, shaking, shuddering. I hear hoarse whispers in Italian, near my ear, the heavy breaths fanning my neck as he nuzzles and allows himself to rest against me.
