56. Natalie

Chapter 56

Natalie

When Luke’stongue laps at my entrance, I jolt, slapping my hands against the headboard.

He makes a rumbling sound that I feel everywhere, and I close my eyes.

I’ve never done this like this.

Luke licks again.

It’s too much.

I’m too exposed. Too open.

I roll my hips.

It’s not enough.

Luke doesn’t stop. And he doesn’t fool around.

Again and again, he licks and sucks.

His tongue drags over my clit.

He uses his hold on me to rock me over his mouth.

His fingers press into the soft flesh of my ass, and I moan as I let him devour me.

I feel dizzy and lightheaded and so incredibly wonderful.

And when he pushes me back, I go.

And when he tells me to lift, I do.

And when he notches the head of his dick at my entrance, I let myself sink down.

One inch. Then the next.

“That’s it. You’re doing so good.” Luke urges me on.

His fingers trace over my hummingbird tattoo before his hands palm my breasts.

I lower another inch. And when another inch of him fills me, I lean forward and brace my palms on his chest.

I’m breathing heavily.

I’m stretching around him.

I want all of him.

Luke pinches my nipples, and I drop my hips until our bodies are flush.

“Fuck,” he groans as I gasp for breath.

I’m so full.

“Ride me.” He tugs on my nipples, rolling them between his fingers.

I rock back and forth, lifting my hips and lowering them.

And then I find the spot.

The spot where the base of his dick rubs against my clit. And I stay there.

I press down while I roll my hips. Over and over. The pressure building.

Luke moans as he squeezes my breasts. “That’s it, Princess. Take what you need.”

I do.

I don’t stop.

It’s so good.

I’m so close.

And then it hits me. My release.

My head tips back, and my body pulses around him as my hands lose their spot and slide higher up his chest.

Luke makes a sound.

It’s deep and full of pleasure, and I feel the tremor of it against my hands.

I blink my eyes open, my pussy still clenching in ecstasy, and see that my hands are pressed to the base of Luke’s throat. Choking him.

But when I try to shift back, to pull my hands away, one of Luke’s big hands slaps down over mine.

His hooded eyes stare up at mine as he holds my hands in place.

And then he comes.

His body flexes.

His hips lift.

And Luke comes inside me as my hands squeeze his neck.