My body was out of my control all over again, but it was a whole other dance and a whole other tune. He didn’t pull my knickers down as he kissed his way down my stomach, his breath met wet lace and had me begging.
He delivered.
Tongue and teeth and rhythm. Grunts and shunts and heaven.
He was heaven.
His hands were brutal as he spread my thighs as far as they would go. My shoulders were back against the wall, fingers seeking out his scalp to hold him tight.
And then the dogs started barking at the back door. I felt his smile against my pussy and I couldn’t stop the giggle.
“Hold that thought,” he said, and I nodded, taking back hold of the counter as he pulled away.
“I don’t think I could lose that thought if I tried.”
The dogs were a flash of fur as they bounded on in, and Lucas was a picture, half naked and grinning like a beacon as he guided them into the room to the side.
“Where were we?” he asked as he presented himself back between my legs, but I didn’t want this. I didn’t want teetering on the edge while he was out of my grip. I wanted all of him. Every inch of him on every inch of me.
My eyes swallowed his up as I dropped from the counter and took his face in my hands. His mouth was so close to mine as he spoke.
“I guess you aren’t holding out for mushrooms,” he said, and that sparkle in his gaze set me on fire.
I dropped to my knees and he cushioned my fall, pulling me close. I tasted myself on his lips and kissed him harder. Deeper. But it wasn’t enough.
Our fingers had lives of their own, seeking out spit and skin and deeper, deeper, deeper. I sucked his thumb, his mouth still open on mine, and he grunted for more.
My fingers were twisted in his beard, claiming hold as he lowered us both flat to the floor. The wood was hard against my back, and harder still as he dropped his weight on top of me. My thighs wrapped around his waist and he freed his cock from his pants, and then he was inside me.
I bit his shoulder as he thrusted, and he slammed harder as he groaned, and the lace of my knickers was stretched so tight to the side of my pussy that it cut into my skin.
“I’ve been thinking about you all fucking week,” he hissed.
“I’ve been doing everything I could not to think about you all fucking week,” I hissed right back.
“Give it up,” he said, and fucked me deep.
Holy crap, I gave it up. My whole mind was on him, thoughts spinning wild as he drove me to a whole other round of exhaustion.
He pushed my legs up high and slammed his hips so hard it made me curse, and then he had it. Oh fuck, he had it.
“There!” I squealed. “Don’t stop, Lucas. Don’t fucking stop!”
He didn’t stop. It was a frenzy of an explosion, my back arching off the floor so far he caught my ass in his hands on the buck. He forced me back all the harder and I cried out with the need, my shoulders taking the brunt of the strain.
Not once did he hold back or ask me how I was feeling. Not once did he look at me like some kind of weak little china doll who needed putting to bed.
“Fucking take it,” he snarled.
“I’ll take whatever you’ve got,” I moaned. “Just fucking give it.”
I came again, one long shudder in silence, blowing too hard to even breathe. My ears were ringing as he spat on his thumb, and I knew what was coming as soon as he pulled his dick free.
It was his thumb in my ass first, and I cried out, gritting my teeth. He circled it wide before easing it out, and then he was climbing up over me, straddling my face with his cock angled down.
“Spit,” he grunted. “Make it wet enough to slide right in.”
Jesus, I’d try.
I spat over and over, slicking that dick up as slippery as I could as my heart raced fast.
I was already whimpering as he moved back into position, twisting my face to the side and tensing hard.
He pushed two fingers in, and then a third. Just a few slams before he pressed his dick up tight.
“Take it,” he snarled again, and I did. I took it all the way.
It fucking hurt, but I fucking wanted it.
He held my thighs up high, and I watched him, his stare on his thrusting dick as he fucked me. But it was more than that.
I knew exactly what it was as his stare darkened and his jaw tensed.
My hand knew what to do before I did, sliding down to tease that stretched lace and tug it even tighter.