I’m so hard for her, so ready to have her, to claim her as my own.
I turn her roughly around and lean forward to kiss her neck.
“Hands on the couch,” I order, my voice hoarse. My cock pulses as it brushes her naked ass, twitching with the sensation.
She turns to look at me over her shoulder. “Take me, Luke. Take me now.” Her voice is thick, and I can tell I have her now.
There’s no turning back, no denying it. I open her thighs from behind, pushing her feet apart. I can see her glistening entrance, just begging me to slide right inside.
She moans as her I tease her pussy with my cock, rubbing it gently against her.
“Just fuck me,” she gasps, pleading. “Take me now, please.”
I push myself into her and she lets out a soft scream. I fuck her slowly at first, teasing. When she tries to raise her body, I press my hand on her back, letting her know who’s in control here.
I hold myself back for as long as I can, but it isn’t long before I give myself in to the animalistic desire to fuck her as hard as I can.
I grunt, wincing at the pleasure in my throbbing cock as I start to fuck her deeper, my hips slapping against her ass. She’s writhing and moaning, my hard shaft filling her right to the brim.
She moans louder, her sexy voice echoing off the walls of the mostly empty apartment. I don’t care if we’re loud. Let the neighbors hear. Let them know she belongs to me now. The thought turns me on, spurs me forward.
I give myself over to pleasure, forgetting self-control as I thrust into her. She screams, and I feel her body convulse, my hands on her hips for leverage as I fuck her as deep as I can. Her breasts bounce in time with my thrusts.
Her pussy twitches and pulses as she climaxes, and she tries to stifle the loud moans she lets out, knees shaking as the waves of pleasure take over her.
I gasp as I reach the point of no return, slowing my thrusts as I sense my orgasm building. My cock throbs as I slam inside her, waves of pleasure spreading through my balls and cock and into my stomach as I convulse in ecstasy, knees weakening as the orgasm overtakes me.
“Oh, fuck, Luke. Fuck…” she moans between gasps as our orgasms began to fade.
She’s still leaning forward against the edge of the couch, this time out of choice. She’s spent, weak and shaky with the force of her climax.
I gasp for air. My knees are shaking and weak, the aftershocks of my orgasm still pulsing through me in tiny electric spurts.
After a second, she turns to face me. A smile plays across her lips and her eyes are heavy lidded—she’s satisfied.
“You know what?” I ask. “I’ll have to fly you to Paris more often if the day’s going to end like this every time.”
She slaps me hard against the chest and rolls her eyes. “Shut up, idiot.”
We don’t move from the couch. I just lay down behind her and wrap my arms, encircling her. There’s a blanket and I pull it over us as we drift off to sleep.
It feels so perfect, being with her. Maybe she’s finally realized that it’s worth giving us a shot.
I fall asleep with that thought on my mind and smile on my lips.
Tessa
I’m on the couch.
Did I fall asleep on the couch?
A heavy, muscular arm is draped over me. My bare skin.
I’m naked.
There’s a sinking feeling in my stomach. I know who it is. I remember what happened this time. No booze, no excuses.
Luke’s still asleep, snoring lightly. I roll over and stare at him—he looks so peaceful, he even has a little smile on his face. It’s kind of cute . . . except we should never have done that.
Tessa, you idiot, what were you thinking?
I gingerly disentangle myself from Luke, cursing my weak will and my stupid, impulsive behavior. I really don’t want to wake him.
He stirs just a little as the warmth of my body leaves his side, but thankfully doesn’t fully wake. I stare at him for a few seconds more before padding silently away to the bathroom.
I lock the door behind me and fix myself with a glare in the mirror. Turns out you don’t even need alcohol to make terrible decisions. You idiot.
How am I ever going to end this marriage if I keep on encouraging him like this? And it’s not even like I didn’t want him.
To be honest, in any other situation, I would be thrilled. The sex was good. Better than good, actually. It was like our bodies were made to fit together. He’s a great guy who makes me feel special—not to mention, he’s hot as all hell.