Drawn into Love (Fluke My Life 4)

My hips grind into his mouth, and my head digs into the pillow. “I’m so close,” I whimper when he starts to suck on my clit. Before I can come, he pulls back. I fight the urge to cry out in distress. “Stop teasing me,” I beg.

He pulls my clit back into his mouth, then suddenly fills me with two thick fingers. I come instantly. My back arches, and the heels of my feet dig into the mattress. My vision fills with stars. He leaves his fingers inside me, sliding in and out slowly, keeping my orgasm alive. I feel his lips touch my inner thigh before he kisses his way back up my body. When his mouth touches mine, I accept his kiss and open my mouth under his, tasting myself on his lips.

As his fingers leave my clit, he fills me with his cock, sinking into me slowly. I gasp against his mouth. There is nothing like being filled by him. There is nothing better than having all of him—and the connection I feel when he’s inside me. His thrusts start off slow and steady before he speeds up, fucking me so hard that my back slides up the mattress.

“I love this pussy,” he groans against my mouth.

My core contracts around his length as another orgasm starts to shimmer to the surface.

“Fuck. Give it to me, baby.” He pulls on my bottom lip with his teeth, then bends his head and pulls my nipple into his mouth through the lace.

The sensation makes me fall apart. I come again—hard. I’m surprised by the intensity of it.

Before I have a chance to come down, he rolls us over so I’m on top. I whimper. “Lucas.” My hips settle on either side of his. He was deep before—now he’s so deep that it’s almost too much for me to take.

“Ride me.” His hands wrap around my hips, and he rocks me backward and forward.

I rest my hands against his chest and lift up, then fall. I do it hard. He moves his hands from my hips so one wraps around the back of my neck to pull me down for a deep kiss while the other slides between us so he can use his fingers on my clit again.

My pussy doesn’t just tighten, it clenches almost painfully.

“Too much,” I pant, rocking and falling against him.

“No. You’ve got another in you—and I want it,” he growls, rolling my clit faster.

Somehow my body gives in, and another orgasm washes over me. This one almost makes me black out. Both his hands move to my hips, and he lifts me two more times, thrusting up every time he jerks me down. I listen to him groan through his orgasm, and I fall against his chest, breathing heavy. I hear him breathing the same way. Both our bodies are damp with perspiration. He wraps me in his arms, and I settle my face in the crook of his neck.

I don’t remember anything else, because two seconds later I fall asleep on top of him with him still inside me. I know there is no place I’d rather be.

I wake to the smell of the ocean, the sound of waves crashing against the shore, and the feel of a cool breeze against my bare skin. I slowly blink my eyes open. A smile curves my lips when I see the view. Even from the bed, I can see the white sands of the beach, the clear blue waters of the ocean, and Lucas standing at the edge of that ocean in nothing but a pair of board shorts. He’s so perfect it almost hurts to look at him. He’s toned, not overly muscular, and the last week under the Jamaican sun has given him a golden tan.

I sit up, bringing the thin sheet with me. Then I move to the edge of the bed and get up. I pad to the door of the balcony and look out. We splurged on this place when we decided where to go for our honeymoon. It cost a ton for a suite with a private stretch of beach, but it’s so worth it. I’m going to miss this place when we leave tomorrow to go home. It has been nice having time alone together. We haven’t done much—we’ve spent most of our time in bed or right outside our door on the beach, lazing in the sun, relaxing, chatting, and laughing. As nice as it’s been to connect with Lucas the way we have over the past few days, though, I miss our girl. I know he does, too.

As if he senses me watching him, his eyes come to me. A small smile spreads across his face. I wait for him as he walks across the beach and then up the stairs that lead to our balcony. When he reaches me, he tugs the sheet from my grasp, gathers me in his arms, and carries me back to bed. He makes love to me.