Page 98 of Saved By A Dark Billionaire
I woke up to my head pounding. I drank too much playing with Lucas, Leo and Rachel. It was our own fault for coming up with a game to get Leo and Rachel to confess their feelings to one another. Our plan didn't work, ultimately resulting in a hangover from hell for no reason. I groaned, squinting my eyes at the bright light leaking in from between the curtains.
"Ugh, too bright!" I complained.
"I told you, you'd regret that last whiskey." Lucas' scruff voice made me smile, like always. He kissed my forehead sweetly before getting up and closing the curtain more for me. "Better?"
"So much better!" I nodded. He crawled back in bed with me, pulling me into his chest. His strong arms wrapped around me, so he was embracing me tightly against him. I smiled at him happily.
"Want to stay in bed all day?" he asked me with a smirk.
"Yes! A thousand times, yes." I said, with my eyes closed again. Staying in bed sounded good, staying in bed with Lucas all day sounded perfect. He chuckled at my response, squeezing me tightly against them again.
"Okay, stay in bed we shall."
Lucas spun us in one fell swoop, so I was lying on my back with him propped on his elbows over me. He smiled mischievously at me before bending down and kissing me hungrily. I knew exactly what he had in mind now, and although my head was throbbing, I loved the feeling of him against me. I won't mind this one bit. His lips left my own, trailing down my neck, over my collarbone and down to the top of my exposed chest.
"I'm hungry, Rose, and I don't mean for food." His voice made my heart flutter with excitement.
"What are you hungry for, my Knight?"
"You," he whispered in my ear, causing goosebumps to develop down my arms.
"Mmm, then feel free to have me however you like."
Lucas' intense brown eyes stared down at me happily. He loved whenever I let him do what he liked. Hell, I loved it more. He knows so much more than I do, surprising me with things I didn't know I would like. Our experiences are different, but we both still enjoy each other in a carnal way.
"Are you sure, Rose?"
"Very,"I assured him.
His hungry eyes grew as he grabbed my flimsy pajama shirt and tore it open. I couldn't believe he had done it, but the action was damn hot. I had never had clothes torn off me before. He hadn't struggled to do it either, so it wasn't awkward fumbling. It was powerful and needy, and dammit if it didn't have me getting wet already.
His lips kissed the tall hills of my braless breasts as he worked his way down. He kissed my stomach, continuing to trail his lips against my skin as he pulled my shorts and underwear off together. He stood, taking his own clothes off while I watched, never breaking eye contact. His hands snaked around my thigh, pulling it towards his hip. I felt the tip of his hard shaft brush against my entrance teasingly. With his hand still gripping my thigh tightly, he thrust himself inside me so deep he hit my cervix. He stayed there a moment, unmoving, only watching my eyes with his own.
He started his movements slow, working me up more until he quickened them to the point I was screaming. His movements would die back down and then he would slowly build me back up again. It drove me mad with want and desire. The pleasure deep inside me felt ready to burst for him. He enjoyed the fact I was moaning and begging for him to go faster.
"Not yet, my Rose," he'd whisper any time I wanted more, more speed, more force, more of him deep inside me.
It was absolutely pleasurable, yet torturous. After so much teasing, Lucas finally let me reach my climax, causing a yell of pleasure so loud it reverberated through the walls. He didn't stop there either, flipping me over onto my stomach. With my face pressed against the mattress and my ass high in the air, Lucas penetrated me again. His hips slapped against my ass while his balls hit my clit with every forceful thrust. I found myself coming undone so quickly. It was like all the teasing had made it 100 times easier for me to orgasm.
The morning continued this way until I had reached my peak too many times to count. My body felt light, almost numb by the time we stopped. Yet there was a part of me that still wanted more. A part that didn't want to let him out of me. He came so deep inside me barely any of it leaked out when he pulled out. He licked my neck like an animal when we were done, making me shiver happily.
"I love you, Olive Brewer." He whispered to me, as he held me close.
"I love you, Lucas Porter."
"Move in with me?" He asked, making my heart stop and my mind race.
The question hung in the air for several minutes. I knew I needed to say something, but all coherent thoughts escaped me. I love him, and he loves me. We laid ourselves bare for one another after his accident, but we've only been together about a month. Is it too short of a time to move in together? Yet, all I wanted to do was blurt out yes. I mean, we stay together every night, anyway. What's the difference?
"No," I started, and the hurt on his face killed me. "Move in with me instead. I don't want to lose my mom's flat."
The joy that rekindled in his eyes made my heart swell. He propped himself on his elbows over me again, kissing me so deeply he stole my breath away. He smiled down at me, a smile I had yet to see before. The happiness radiated off of us in waves. I know everyone will say it'swaytoo early, but it feels right. We love each other and we're practically with one another every day and night. We pretty much live together already, but between two places.
"Thank you, Rose!" He squeezed me tightly against him, almost knocking the air out of my lungs. "You've made me the happiest man." He kissed my neck multiple times, making me shiver with goosebumps.
We laid naked on the bed for a while, cuddled into each other with our legs intertwined. We were happy and content to lay there silently with one another. His soft breaths tickled my neck, sending waves of happiness through me. I loved being here with him at this moment. I didn't want to let him go, to let this moment pass.
"Lucas?"
