One You Can’t Forget

Emily flung her arms around Luke’s neck and kissed him, enjoying the feel of his goatee against her skin. She pressed her body against him, the hard feel of his muscle under his t-shirt exciting her. She grabbed the hem, and pulled it over his head and ran her hands appreciatively up his torso. He filled his torso and arms with more tattoos. Sexy, detailed ones. She leaned in and nibbled one of his nipples and he drew a sharp breath.

“You like that, huh?” She grinned with a feeling of power over him she didn’t know she had.

“No one’s ever done that,” he whispered huskily.

“Hmmm...” What woman wouldn’t want to put every luscious part of him in her mouth? She certainly did. Emily attacked his torso with gusto, licking her way down to the top of his jeans. She started working his top button and zipper and he returned the favor, both of them fighting to see who could get whose pants off. They ended up falling on his couch wrestling and laughing at the horseplay.

Luke pulled off her t-shirt, exposing her white lace bra. Reaching around, he quickly unclipped it, setting her breasts free from their lace cage. He pushed gently but firmly so her back was against the couch. His body falling against her as he dropped his head to fondle her breasts, sucking on one with his mouth, and pinching the other with his fingers.

When she moaned, he slid his hand into the front of her unbuttoned jeans. His fingers quested between her legs, to her soft folds that were slick with her wetness.

“Oh, baby,” he whispered.

She bucked against his fingers as he caressed the flesh between her legs. Divine sensations curled through the lower part of her body, tingling with incipient desire. Her thighs clenched when he grazed her clit with his thumb. A heavy moan escaped from her mouth.

“Babe,” he whispered, “let’s go to the bedroom.”

She could only nod.

Luke picked her up in his strong arms and carried her through his apartment. He lay her gently on his bed. Standing over her, he stared into her eyes, sliding his jeans, then his boxer briefs off his hips. His cock stood straight and hard.

Emily had an overwhelming desire to take it into her mouth and taste him. She moved quickly so he wouldn’t stop her, crawling on her hands and knees to the edge of the bed.

Luke gasped as he watched her move toward him.

With one hand Emily gripped his cock and brought it to her mouth, his musk filling her nostrils. Her tongue moved over the head of his cock and he sighed. She swirled her tongue around the head, enjoying the taste of his pre-cum, kissing his shaft and stroking the base with her hand.

Luke’s breathing grew uneven, especially as she sunk his shaft in her mouth. “Fuck, Emily,” he said hoarsely.

She pulled off. “Not just yet. Your cock is too delicious to stop.”

His breath hitched and his eyes gleamed with desire. Suddenly he took her shoulders and pushed her down on the bed. “No.”

She nodded, and he reached into the nightstand drawer and brought out a condom. Quickly he released it from its foil wrapper and rolled it on his length.

Emily arched her back involuntarily as she watched him, admiring the beauty of his cock as it strained hard and long in his hands.

“Baby,” she whispered. She was going to explode if he didn’t slip inside of her.

Luke fell on her, releasing a torrent of kisses on her skin, her neck, her breasts, her stomach. He reached again for her clit and curled his fingers so his palm covered her bud, but entered her too. A little sound escaped her throat as his finger pushed inside her.

It was wonderful, but a tease. What she really wanted, he was withholding. “Baby, now. I want you.” She reached for his cock and pulled it toward her.

He pressed the head of his cock at her opening and made a shallow thrust. Fire gathered where he entered her, delicious and wanting at the same time.

She needed more and she bucked her hips to welcome him in.

Luke pushed in, filling her, joining them together. His eyes closed in his enjoyment of slowly claiming every inch of her.

“I can’t take anymore,” Emily said. “Fuck me. Hard. Luke. Please.”

He opened his eyes and met her gaze, his expression filled with lust and desire. “As if you could stop me,” he groaned. Luke pulled back and then filled her again, groaning as he moved. His slow strokes became thrusts as he held her hips.

Her hips moved with him as his cock sent shuddering waves of pleasure through her. The fire built, and she became this one moment of him filling her with his cock, over and over again.

“I’m coming,” she gasped and she split apart, her blood pounding through her, her breath stolen from her lungs. She felt herself pulsing around Luke’s white-hot shaft.

He sucked in a sharp breath. “Em,” he cried as he pushed inside hard, then back and hard again. He hesitated on top of her, his abs tightened as his body surrendered to its passions. He moved slowly, trembling as the sensations continued to ride him.

“Fuck,” he said as he dropped beside her. He turned to her, his eyes shining and bright, filled with something she never saw before in another man’s eyes.

It seemed like he wanted to say something, but could not speak the words.