Wild. Animalistic. Carnal. Insane.
I never wanted it to stop.
But it did.
Lucas tore his lips from mine and, as my raw moan of dismay filled the room’s silence, he lowered his head to my breast and claimed my nipple with his mouth. Sucked on it.
“Oh God!” I burst out, gouging at his back with my nails. “Oh God, Lucas.”
He didn’t stop. I didn’t want him to.
Instead, he shoved his hand down between our naked bodies—now slicked with perspiration—and plunged a finger into my sex.
“Fuck!” I bucked beneath him, thrusting my hips up into the exquisite invasion. “Fuck, Lucas, what are you—”
He crushed my lips again with his, smothering my exclamation in a kiss I didn’t even bother to resist. I wanted him to kiss me. I wanted him to fuck me with his finger.
I wanted him to fuck me with his fingers, his tongue, his cock.
I wanted him to completely take me in every way.
Which should have unnerved me to no end.
Instead, it drove me to roll my hips harder to his, taking his finger deeper into my pussy.
He growled into my mouth, his tongue battling mine as he stroked my G-spot.
Concentrated pleasure sheared through me. I pulled away from the kiss, incapable of holding back my cry, needing to let it tear from me as what felt like an orgasm began to throb in my core.
Oh God, I was about to come.
I was about to come and my asshole neighbor was the one responsible for it.
How did this happen? How?
Lucas stroked his finger faster inside me, fisted his other hand in my hair again and ravished my throat with branding bites, working his way down to my breasts once more.
He licked and bit and sucked my nipples, first one and then the other, his erection rubbing high against my inner thigh.
“Oh God, Lucas,” I groaned, tossing my head side-to-side. “I don’t…I don’t…”
Want you to stop.
Understand.
Both fit. Both ended the sentence perfectly. Both didn’t come close to describing my state of mind. My mind was lost to the pleasure of his touch. My body was equally adrift, burning up with the wicked sensations consuming me.
I erupted in an orgasm more brutal than any I’d had before. It tore through me, a potent, fierce wave of concentrated pleasure that swept aside any control or decorum I had. I cried out, arching and writhing and bucking beneath him.
And as I did, Lucas yanked his fingers from my pussy and replaced them with his tongue, penetrating my seam with wild strokes, licking at my clit with flicking stabs.
Another orgasm crashed through me. I bucked again, every fiber in my body thrumming with wave after wave of incredible pleasure.
I clawed at the top of his head, at the floor, my heels skidding and slipping on the polished wooden surface as I tried to ram my sex harder to his amazing mouth.
He growled against my flesh, grabbing my butt and jerking my hips upward, his tongue on my clit as he pulled my lower body, my back off the floor.
I whimpered, my shoulders driving against the floorboards, my thighs suddenly draped over his broad shoulders.