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Luke untangled himself from me and lay beside me, stroking my body, which caused little tremors to go through me. I turned to kiss him, too emotional to say anything after the most amazing orgasm of my life. My hand made its way to his shaft. I took hold of it and squeezed gently, eliciting a long groan from him. One finger trailed to the tip. I swiped at the pearly drop of pre-cum, putting my finger in my mouth. His eyes widened, jaw going slack as he watched me suck on it.

“Hmm, you taste good, Luke.”

“You can taste my cock another time. I need to be inside you.”

I lay back down and spread my legs wide, playing with my clit. “I’m waiting.”

My voice sounded husky, almost sultry. I wasn’t normally that woman. The woman who was body confident, let alone naked and pleasuring myself in front of a man. I watched as he grabbed a foil package from his bedside drawer. Luke ripped it open with his mouth, his pupils dilated. Yet again, another act which looked so hot that it made my pussy weep.

He was above me now, tugging at his shaft, eyes burning with lust. Jesus, Fliss. You’ve done this to him. You are definitely a temptress. Way to go.

He nudged my entrance with the tip of his cock and leaned down for a kiss. His expression turned tender as he entered me in one long, slow, movement. We shared a collective moan at the sensation. I loved how he filled me. My eyes felt moist with tears. I gazed into Luke’s eyes, surprised to see his expression mirrored mine. I tried not to think what this shared expression meant and concentrated on the pleasure this man was showering my body with.

We began to move against each other, our rhythm slow and sensuous. I wrapped my legs around his waist, loving how the friction of his body teased my clit. Our movements became faster the closer to oblivion we went. My pussy fluttered around him, making him moan, and me whimper.

“I… I’m coming, Luke. Oh…”

“Then come, Red,” he encouraged.

His words hit me low down, and I spasmed around him, like I had with his finger earlier. I felt a shudder run through him, and then it was like being hit by a freight train, and we came. I screamed out his name once more, while he growled into my neck, my name on his lips.

We stayed curled around one another for a few minutes, stroking and caressing one another.

“Wow, Red.”

“I know, right? It was definitely wow.”

He placed a lingering kiss on my lips, then headed for the bathroom. His ass really was good to watch. It had me salivating for more. Hell, girl, you’ve just been almost fucked to death. You can’t want more of him. But I did, and scarily enough, I think I wanted more than just great sex with this guy. My eyelids fluttered shut as I felt him spoon close to me, and I let sleep claim me.


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