Too Much Information (Awkward Love 3)

“Okay, I didn’t think that comment through,” I admit with a laugh. “Maybe I should just go and get that dessert.”

“Yes,” she says, biting her lip. “Good idea.”She sighs and leans back in her chair, pushing away her half-eaten cheesecake as she rubs her stomach. My mouth drops open in shock as I gape at her.

“I slaved for hours in the kitchen to prepare that, and you can’t even finish it?” I accuse her.

Total bullshit. I saw the cheesecake in the deli of the grocer’s and thought I could get away with throwing a few berries on top and calling it my own. It worked, too.

“I’m sorry, but dinner was so good… if I eat this, there will be no sex for days because I won’t be able to move.”

I accept her answer by taking the cheesecake and finishing it myself. She laughs as she shakes her head.

“You’re a dick.”

I shrug. “Maybe, but I’m a dick who’s getting sex.” I wink at her.

“I’ll clean up,” she says.

Still laughing, she stands up and starts clearing the plates. I reach over and take her arm, pulling her down onto my lap.

“No, you won’t.” I nibble on her ear as I wrap my arms around her. “The only thing you’ll be cleaning up is yourself—after I have my way with you.”

I smirk as she dissolves into laughter and wipe away the tears from her eyes.

Smooth, Luke. Very smooth.

“Tell me that sounded better in your head.” She chokes the words out.

“Much better in my head,” I admit. “Granted, it wasn’t the most flattering line, but it’s all I had, so I went with it.”

She shakes her head, smiling as I gently kiss her on the lips. She stands up and turns around, straddling me on the chair with her arms loosely draped around my neck. My heart pounds as my fingers creep underneath her shirt. She sighs as I touch her skin, running my hands up to her breasts. I reach behind her back to unclasp her bra, removing both that and her shirt. She groans as I close my mouth over her nipple.

“Oh God,” she mumbles, closing her eyes.

I kiss her neck as my fingernails trail softly along her arched back.

“That feels so good,” she mumbles. She cracks open an eye and smirks at me. “But if you really want to impress me, a massage would be amazing…”

I chuckle. “What do you think this is?”

She stands up and faces me.

I stand up, too, lifting her into my arms. I carry her down to the second door on the balcony, which leads into her bedroom. I roughly press my mouth against hers and then throw her on the bed, lying down next to her.

“You sure you’re not too tired for this?” I tease her as I massage her breasts.

She whimpers as I kiss her mouth, then her neck. I unbutton her skirt and ease it down her thighs, then I roll her lacey panties off, her sweet scent hitting me out of nowhere.

“I’m sure.” Her eyes flash as I smirk at her.

She stares at me with anticipation, watching me as I stand up and undress. I lie back down and roll her on top of me. She hovers above my length, one leg on either side of me, teasing my cock as she just barely makes contact.

My hands firmly on her hips, I thrust into her, sliding her down over my shaft. She groans, clutching my arms as I rock her back and forth.

“You feel fucking amazing,” I grunt. “There’s no better feeling than being buried deep in your pussy.”

She reaches down, running her own fingers over her clit, while my cock invades her. I groan because the site of her touching herself like that is incredible. She knows it turns me on, and she’s playing it up for me. She’s trying to drive me crazy. I groan and bounce her harder and faster on my cock.

“I’m gonna come,” I growl, clutching tightly onto her hips, ramming myself deep inside her as I release. “Shit.” I chuckle. “That all happened a bit faster than I was expecting.”

She laughs as she leans down to kiss me. I roll off her onto my side, pressing my mouth against hers. Just because I’m done, it doesn’t mean she is. She exhales loudly as I slide my finger inside her and draw circles around her clit. As I kiss her, she presses her legs together, her hands clutching at my wrist, begging me to go deeper and begging me to stop at the same time.

“Fuck.”

She whimpers and tilts her head and arches her back, as I close my mouth over her nipple. I suck hard as her fingers entwine in my hair. She gasps, her body convulsing as she comes.

“Holy crap,” she moans, squirming beneath me. “Stop. Get away,” she pants, pushing me away from her.