“I don’t want you to wear condom.”
When his brows pulled in, I hated the look on his face.
“But if you don’t want—”
He placed his hand on the back of my neck and pulled my mouth to his, cutting my words off with the most passionate kiss I’d ever experienced.
“Get undressed,” he said gruffly, lifting me to stand. We quickly discarded the rest of our clothes. Lucas sat back down in the chair, his eyes sweeping greedily over my body.
“The idea of being inside you bare…I’m not going to last long, babe.”
I smiled and straddled him in the chair. “That makes two of us.”
His fingers slipped into my body first, and we both moaned. “Fucking hell, you’re so wet.”
I rolled my hips. “I want you so much.”
When he withdrew his fingers, I let out a whimper of protest. His hands went to my hips and guided me down onto him. My eyes closed as he filled every inch of me.
“God, yes,” I hissed when I was fully seated on him. I rolled my hips instinctively, but he dug his fingers into them.
“Wait, don’t move.”
“Is something wrong?” I asked, watching the pained expression on his face.
“It feels… God, it feels… I need a second, Paige. If you move, I think I’m going to come.”
With a giggle, I placed soft kisses along his jawline, then down his neck. “You feel so good inside me.”
He moaned when I moved slightly.
“Lucas, I have to move. I’m dying to move.”
“I can’t think straight. I’ve never had sex without a condom, this is big.”
My fingers sliced through his dark brown hair before I grabbed a handful and pulled his head back, causing him to look into my eyes.
“I want to fuck you,” I said.
“Oh God, I think I might have just come a little.”
I moved my body up and down, slowly at first, rolling my hips and loving the way his body rubbed against mine. It wasn’t going to take me long to come, and judging by how hard Lucas was, I had a feeling it wouldn’t take him much longer.
“It feels so good,” I whispered, moving faster, rolling my hips as I felt him inside me. “Lucas.”
His name sounded more like a plea than anything. I was aching to come. Needing to feel him deeper inside. The idea that he was going to come inside me left me nearly panting with lust and desire.
“Fuck me faster, Paige. Harder.”
I gripped my hands onto his shoulders and moved faster. The sound of my body hitting his filled the air, mixing with the sounds of nature. It was one of the most amazing moments of my life.
“I’m so close,” I gasped.
Lucas moved his hand down between us and pressed against my clit, causing me to buck even harder.
“Fuck, I’m not going to last. Paige. God.”
His voice was strained, and I loved that I was bringing this out in him.
The buildup of my orgasm came fast and raced through my entire body, causing me to cry out his name while I dropped my head back. I instantly felt him swell bigger inside of me.
“Christ, it feels so good. I’m coming.”
Lucas let out a string of curses mixed with moans of pleasure, and my body trembled again. I didn’t know if it was another orgasm, or if my first one hadn’t settled down yet. All I knew was my body had never felt anything so amazing.
Feeling spent, I leaned against him while he wrapped his arms around me. Our breathing stayed fast and hard. My heart pounded against his. I loved that we were connected to one another like this. If I thought I could crawl into his body, I would have.
“Holy hell, that was the most amazing moment of my life. I’m never wearing a condom ever, ever again.”
I laughed and drew my body back. Still sitting on him, I moved my hips some. He raised a brow and then cupped my face.
“I wish like hell he’d come back up that fast, but I need about thirty minutes after that mind-blowing orgasm.”
With a pout, I moved again, feeling the sticky wetness where our bodies were joined.
Lucas moaned and cupped my breasts with his hands. “Okay, ten minutes. I think I only need ten minutes.”
“That’s more like it, babe, slow and steady.”
Lucas
THE NEXT MORNING, I rolled over and smiled when I felt Paige next to me. We had moved from the back porch to the shower, where I fucked her against the shower wall, breaking two of the tiles, which made us laugh hysterically because the whole bathroom needed to be redone anyway.
We moved to the bed, and after an hour of talking about our future, her flower shop, the kitchen remodel, and the fact that we needed to figure out what to do with all the furniture in her storage unit and the attic, I made love to her again. We didn’t rush. We just moved slowly. Even our kisses settled down to a softer, deeper level. When I came inside her again, she wrapped her arms and legs around me tightly, whispering in my ear how much she loved me.