We struggle out of the rest of our remaining clothes and it’s like things slot into place when our naked skin glides together.
He enters me with his fingers again. My back arches from the bed and I ride them, rolling my hips with each stroke. My body is on fire and I’m not ready to stop.
I’m so wet that there’s a squelch with each thrust.
“That feels really good,” I gasp.
“Ready to come again? I’m not stopping until you’re wrung out.”
I bite my lip and nod. He gives me a completely feral look, like he won’t be satisfied until I’ve disintegrated to nothing but dust.
“Tonight I’m making you mine for good. I want these fingers to be my cock buried in your body right now.”
He curls them and a sound gets stuck in my throat as pleasure explodes outward. Lucas presses his forehead to mine. His hand stills and I claw at his arm.
“Don’t stop.”
“You know what you have to do.” He kisses me once, brutal and filthy. “Beg.”
My stomach tightens and flips.
Up until this point, I let him call the shots. He made me feel good and I didn’t stop him from touching me. I’ve only initiated kisses and a few instances of oral when I was his weekend captive.
Lucas watches me with a penetrating gaze full of lust. His hand remains completely frozen, no matter how I circle my hips to get him to move. An agitated exhale leaves me and I lean my weight on my elbows.
He told me he wouldn’t take it. That he wanted me to come willingly.
Blood rushes in my ear, my senses overwhelmed by how much I want to chase the orgasm I was close to.
Feeling good right now means giving in.
Lucas is waiting for me to jump off that cliff with him.
He removes his fingers and kisses me, whispering filthy encouragements and promises into my skin as he torments me. My heart races and I cling to him. He makes my body a live wire with wicked pleasures coursing through it.
Every time I get close, he stops until I’m blinking back tears of frustration. I’m teetering on the edge of the cliff.
All this time I’ve held back. But I’m done holding back.
I don’t want my past to dictate how I live my life. I’m in charge. Lucas is offering me that right now.
I could cry and kiss him for that small kindness alone.
Somehow, he gets it. He knows that I need to make this choice for myself.
I jump off the cliff with Lucas into a free fall.
I want this.
“Please,” I whisper as he brings me close again, hand between my legs as he sucks on my neck. “Please, Lucas. I need you.”
“Tell me what you need, baby.”
His voice is rugged and raw. He’s feeling this as much as I am right now.
“I need you,” I repeat. “I want you to fuck me.”
“You do? Are you sure?” He leans up to grin smugly. “You don’t sound sure.”