“Mmm…” I sigh. “That was amazing.”
“That was one,” he growls.
I laugh, stroking his hair again. “How many times are you planning to do that?”
“At least two more.” He bites my inner thigh before licking my pussy from opening to clit with a broad flat tongue.
“Oh!” I cry out, digging my fingers into his scalp. Blindfold or not, my eyes roll back in my head as he tongues me, pulling my already sensitive clit between his lips. My orgasm tears me apart in seconds, so fast that it could have been part of the first one, but Lukas draws out the third, bringing me to the brink and backing off until I’m begging to come.
“Not yet,” he mutters. “I want to feel you come around me. Ask me for this dick. Beg me to fuck you and I’ll let you come.”
I feel feverish. I’m all exposed nerve endings desperate for relief. “Please. Please fuck me. Please let me come on your cock,” I whimper. I hear the ripping of a foil packet and the telltale sound of a condom being rolled on.
“Watch that hand, baby.” I don’t know how he knew, but I was about to reach for him, carelessly, with my injured hand.
He chuckles softly, kneeling between my legs. His hand slides under my tailbone, fingers pressing into my back as he lifts my hips. The fat head of his erection strokes against my slippery folds before tapping on my swollen clit, sending stars dancing behind my eyelids.
“Please-please-please,” I moan into the dark.
“I can’t deny you anything,” he says as he thrusts deep. I’m so wet, so turned on, my nerves so raw; being filled like that in one heavy stroke is overpowering. I gasp, grabbing his forearm with my good hand. It’s all I can do to keep the injured one on the pillow as he pulls out slowly, every ridge and vein making my heart beat faster.
“Say you’re mine,” he says in a quiet, rough voice. I feel his fingertips run over my skin, trailing over my stomach, my breasts, and up the side of my throat. I can almost picture the intense, aching expression on his face as his eyes follow his fingers.
“I’m yours,” I promise.
I feel Lukas lean over me as he sinks deep again, his chest scraping against my pebbled nipples as he claims my mouth.
“Fuck this,” he mutters, pushing the blindfold up my face. “Say it again.”
I blink at the morning sunshine, my heart humming. “I’m yours,” I whisper. His tousled hair falls in his eyes and he shoves it back, pressing his forehead to mine, gaze penetrating, as he thrusts into me. Lukas palms the side of my neck, his fingers tangling in the hair at the base. He rubs his thumb over my lips, groaning when I lick the tip. He presses it farther into my mouth and I swirl my tongue around it, biting him gently. He moans and fucks me harder.
“Parker,” he growls. He’s close and I know he’s trying to wait. He always puts me first. I pull his hand down to my throat, showing him what I want. Tentatively, I shift my hand down, rubbing my clit once. A pleased sound rumbles out of Lukas’ chest.
“Jesus Christ, you’re sexy,” he groans. “Keep going. Rub your clit for me.” He watches, mouth slack as I move my fingers in little circles. The rough pads of his fingers press the sides of my throat with careful pressure and a shudder of wicked pleasure tightens my core, heat blossoming and spreading.
“Oh-fuck-oh-fuck-oh-fuck-so-tight-oh-fuuu…” Lukas mutters, his eyes rolling back in his head. “Parker— fuck.”
Watching him lose control, body shuddering, muscles clenching, pushes me over the edge. I come hard, body arching under his.
Lukas shifts to the side, lying next to me on the bed.
“Good God, woman,” he pants.
“Magic pussy?” I laugh. He groans in good-natured agreement. “Best birthday ever,” I say, rolling over to kiss him, groaning when I see the clock. For the first time since opening the bookshop, I’m tempted to take a day off. “Can we just lay in bed all day?”
“Freckles, I told you, I can’t deny you anything.”