He moved his hands and found my clit. With one little rotation of his fingers, I felt my orgasm coming. I brought my hand up to my mouth, but Luke pulled it away again.
“No, let me hear your pleasure. I want my name on those lips when you come.”
Then it hit, and I screamed out his name while my orgasm seemed to take over my entire body. I was almost positive I left my body and went to heaven for a few moments. I had never come so hard in my life. It felt glorious.
Before I came back down from my euphoria, Luke flipped us over and started to move slowly, in and out.
“Faster. Luke, I need all of you! Please.”
“I want to last, Bree. Fuck, I don’t want to come yet.”
I met his gaze and silently told him we had all damn night to do this. He clearly read it in my eyes, because he picked up his speed.
“Yes. Yes. Luke! Yes! Oh my God, I’m going to come again!” I cried, grabbing a pillow and putting it over my face. Luke pulled it away and it went flying across the room.
“That’s it, baby, come with me. I’m coming, Bree…fuck, I’m coming so hard.”
We fell together. My body squeezed Luke’s dick. Hearing him call out in pleasure had my own orgasm rippling, over and over. I closed my eyes, stars bursting behind my lids.
When I felt the last of our orgasms fading, Luke leaned over me, careful not to give me too much of his weight. Then he kissed me. I brought my fingers to his hair—it was the sweetest, most sensual kiss I had ever experienced.
And just like that, Luke Morrison ruined all future sex for me, because I was positive no man could ever make me feel that good again. Or make me come three times. I was exhausted. Spent. Thoroughly fucked and satisfied like never before.
We drew apart when we both needed more air. Luke rested his forehead against mine and we worked to steady our breathing.
“That was…beyond words,” he whispered as I ran my fingers lightly up and down his back.
“It was amazing,” I agreed.
Placing soft kisses all around my face, Luke slowly pulled out of me. “Shower?”
I nodded. “That sounds nice.”
He pulled off the condom, tied it up, and tossed it into the trashcan before reaching for my hand and pulling me gently off the bed.
To say I was in a sex-induced euphoria would be putting it lightly. Even though I’d had three of the most intense orgasms of my life—not even my best vibrator could give me one like what I’d just experienced—I was still feeling a pull in my lower stomach. I wanted more. More of him inside me. More of his mouth all over my body. More of those naughty words whispered in my ear.
I giggled as Luke pulled me into his arms. “My God. I have never felt so satisfied in my life.”
“That’s what I like to hear,” he said as we walked into the bathroom.
“Wow, that’s a shower,” I said. “You could fit ten people in there.”
Luke reached in and turned on the water, then looked back at me. “I’d rather we keep it to the two of us.”
“You’re no fun.”
He laughed and motioned for me to get under the rain showerhead. “Wet your hair and I’ll wash it for you.”
I stared at him. “Are you for real right now? How did you know that was one of my most favorite things ever?”
Luke shrugged and poured shampoo into his hands. I wasn’t even ashamed of the little moans of pleasure I let out as he massaged my scalp.
“Do you give massages as well?” I asked.
He leaned down and kissed my shoulder before he moved his soapy hands around my body and cupped my breasts. “I do.”
“God, Luke, you’re going to make me either fall asleep or come again.”
Chuckling, he moved his mouth to my ear. “I better stop, then, because I have so much more I want to do to you, and I need you awake for all of it.”
Turning in his embrace, I wrapped my arms around his neck. “Then I’m going to need food. Lots and lots of food.”
But before he fed me, he turned me around, pressed my back to his chest, and made me come once more.
Luke
I watched Bree eat another piece of pizza. The girl certainly had an appetite, and I freaking loved it. She wasn’t rail thin like most of the actresses I worked with. She had one of the most amazing bodies I’d ever seen, with curves and an ass that made my mouth water.
“I can say one thing,” she said, “you don’t disappoint with orgasms or your choice of food.”
Laughing, I folded my pizza and took a bite.
Bree closed her eyes and moaned, and it went straight to my dick. She was dressed in my white button-down shirt, sitting on the bed with her legs crossed. I could tell she was a runner. Her legs were toned and muscular, and all I wanted to do was run my hands over them.