Inside our room, we barely make it through the door before he pins me against it. “We’re definitely going to be late, aren’t we?” I ask, laughing.
He grins against my neck before he kisses his way further down my body. “Not at all. We just need to get you changed. That shouldn’t take long.” As he speaks, he winds his hands around the hem of my shirt and yanks it up and over my head, dropping it beside us on the ground. His hands slide around to my bra now. He meets my eyes, his own sparkling with mischief. “Unless, of course, you think you’re likely to get distracted by all of this. Are you, Celia?”
I swallow hard around a sudden lump in my throat. “Not at all,” I force myself to say, keeping my voice even, my hands steady. I reach for his shirt, too. “As long as you won’t.” He doesn’t miss the challenge in my gaze, as I tug his shirt off and let it drop beside us.
He bends back down to run his tongue down the groove in the center of my chest. I gasp and let my head fall back, even as I run my hands along his abs, tracing every inch of them, while his tongue does the same to me. God, it feels good when he does that. It’s like he’s savoring every taste he can get of me. His tongue circles my nipple, lapping at it in slow, hard strokes that make it stiffen.
At the same time, I tug on his jeans, eager.
He pauses to smirk up at me. “What was that you were saying, about not getting distracted?” He arches a single, perfect eyebrow. I resist the urge to run my thumb across it.
Instead I just smile as innocently as I can muster, pinned against a door half naked in front of him. “I’m just helping you along. Making this go faster.” I wink, and then manage to get his belt buckle undone.
In response, his tongue dips lower. Past my breasts. I lose my grip on his jeans when he kneels in front of me, and I gasp a little, as his tongue plunges into my navel, swirling around it, flicking at the edges of it, in a way that makes my belly tighten and my thighs clench. My clit feels thick already, swollen with want. I’m sure I’m dripping wet, though I can’t tell for certain until Luke lifts my skirt with nimble fingers.
“No fair,” I whisper, my breath coming harder and faster now. “You stole my idea.”
“I did warn you.” His gaze flashes to mine, not a hint of regret in it. “I like winning.”
I laugh, which quickly turns to a gasp as he pulls my skirt down and off my hips. My underwear slide after them and land on the floor.
When he glances back up at me, he’s smirking, enjoying himself. “Spread your legs, Celia.” There’s a subtle note of command in his tone, one that makes me shiver with pleasure.
I obey him and spread my legs. He doesn’t waste any time. He plunges between them, and I gasp aloud as his tongue rasps along the edges of my lips, tracing me. He runs his tongue up and over my clit, just a quick barely-there flick that nevertheless sends a shockwave of pleasure through my body, I’m already so eager for him.
“Fuck, Luke.” I hiss through my teeth, reaching down to bury my hands in his hair in order to steady myself.
“You taste so damn good, Celia. Have I told you that yet?” His breath feels even hotter against the parts of my body he just licked, namely the sweet, hot place between my thighs. His tongue delves in again, and this time, he presses it between my lips, running along my slit, in a lapping, come-hither motion like he’s trying to lick every drop of my juices from me.
I moan a little at the waves of pleasure that sends through me. My eyelids flutter closed, unable to stay open, as he starts to lick me faster, in slow, steady strokes that nevertheless stoke the fire building deep in my belly. My toes curl, and I arch up onto them, my hands now fisted in his hair, trying desperately to maintain some semblance of control.
But it’s not long before I’m gasping and moaning his name under my breath, the pleasure in me building quickly toward a peak. He knows exactly what he’s doing, damn him. I’ve never been with a guy who takes this much time on me, making sure my pleasure comes first.
“Right there, Luke, fuck, right there,” I’m gasping, when suddenly, he pulls away, sitting back on his heels to grin up at me. I let out a sudden breath, still shivering. I was so damn close… “Don’t stop,” I cry.