With that in mind, he lifted her up and reversed their positions. He almost laughed at her surprised expression, but he was in too much pain at the moment. He needed her to ride him. Hard!
“Move, Naya. Any way you want,” he urged and shifted his hands against her hips, showing her how she could move. “Your choice. Do what you want with my body.”
Naya glanced down at the man, her breathing ragged and her body vibrating with need. Move against him? Any way she wanted?
She experimented, lifting up on her knees and then…Oh yeah! On the next shift, she closed her eyes, moving against him, shifting her body so that he hit that spot that felt so good. Again! Again and again she moved against him. When his fingers lifted to tease her nipples again, every tweak, every torturous rub shot pleasure down her body and she whimpered as she tried to reach that point, that pinnacle. It was there, just out of reach. She shifted, almost frantic with her need, desperate to find that nirvana he’d given to her last night.
He pulled at her nipples and… “Luke!” she screamed, arching her back against him as pleasure throbbed through her body. It was almost too much, too intense. But he wouldn’t let her stop. His hands moved from her nipples to her hips, lifting her up again, pressing her down hard against his body. She loved it! She hated it! The waves were coming too strong, too fast, and she couldn’t handle them, couldn’t slow them down or avoid them. When their positions were reversed again, she could only hang on and then she was on her back, Luke pounding into her body. Once more, a climax shook her and she screamed, begging him to not stop.
She wasn’t aware of her fingernails raking down his arms or the way he whispered her name as his own climax rode him higher. All she knew was that he was holding her, keeping her safe.
A long time later, she lifted her head to look around. Her bed sheets were in shambles, her hair probably looked worse and both of them were still trying to get their breathing back to normal.
“You’re beautiful,” he groaned when he watched her lift her hand to her hair.
She almost laughed, trying to pull the robe closed over her nakedness. But he wouldn’t let her. In fact, he pushed the silk further away, giving himself a full view of her breasts and her stomach. “I like being able to see you.”
Her hands shifted, trying to pull the silk closed over her body. “I’m not sure if I like it.”
He chuckled and kissed her shoulder. “Tough.”
He sat up, looking around. “I’m starving,” he announced and stood up but he still paused to look down at her, still sprawled across the bed, looking like a sexy goddess. “Don’t move,” he commanded and walked out of the bedroom. He returned a moment later carrying a large bag.
Naya sat up, pulling the sheet closer, trying to cover her body but he sat down, the bag on her nightstand and lifted her up so that she was straddling him. Completely naked and completely open to him. “That should work,” he told her, admiring her breasts and between her legs.
“Work for what?” she asked, her hands balancing herself on his stomach.
He reached into the bag then handed her a pair of chopsticks and then a white box. “Don’t ever think I won’t take care of all of your needs, love.” He teased, and reached down to grab his own chopsticks and box.
Naya opened up the box, her hunger hitting her full force now. She’d skipped dinner, too nervous about Luke coming over to eat anything. She’d gone to the gym again, remembering how good she’d felt yesterday after a hard workout.
“What happened at work?” she asked, taking a large chunk of juicy chicken out of the box. The flavors burst in her mouth and she closed her eyes, savoring the taste. “Oh, this is good!” she gasped.
“Yeah, I know of this great Chinese restaurant right by my office. It is more of a hole in the wall, but they really make the best stuff.” And for the next hour, they munched on delicious food and talked about their days. Naya chuckled at some of the problems he’d encountered and Luke felt better after relaying the chaos. He even liked it when she laughed, thinking that the soft sound made him dismiss the stress as pointless as well.