She groans. Her eyes squeeze closed again. She rocks against me, again and again. A warmth spreads through my body. Pleasure, everywhere. Her hands dig into my skin. "Luke. Fuck, Luke," she groans.
We lock eyes. She's so sexy like this, lost in her lust, her teeth sinking into her lips. "Fuck," she groans. I pull her closer, holding her body steady as I thrust into her. God, yes. Fuck, yes. She's so fucking. She's so...
I kiss her, hard, sucking on her lips. My hands are on her chest, circling her nipples, and she moans into my mouth. She's so close already, and she feels so fucking good.
"Harder," she groans.
And I thrust harder and deeper and stronger.
"Harder," she groans again.
I shift our bodies until I'm on top of her. She moans, pulling me close, wrapping her legs around me. "I want to feel you come again," I say.
She kisses me as she shifts her legs around my shoulders. She's completely pinned, completely at my mercy. I thrust into her, deeper and deeper. She's so soft and warm and tight. Jesus. I'm almost...
"Luke," she groans, her hands on my ass.
"Louder."
"Luke," she nearly screams it.
Fuck. Her eyes close. And then it's her nails again--a sharp pain against my back that only heightens my pleasure.
She groans. "Fuck, Luke, Fuck. Fuck. Fuck. I'm... fuck..." She squeezes me.
I thrust again. A little harder. A littler deeper.
I groan. I'm all instinct, thrusting into her, filling her, kissing her. Fuck, fuck, fuck. Her nails, her lips, her skin. Fuck, fuck, fuck. I sink my teeth into my lips as it overtakes me. Fuck, fuck, fuck.
I come, my cock throbbing as I fill her.
She pulls me close, her arms and legs wrapped around me.
CHAPTER EIGHTEEN
The shriek of my ringtone pierces the otherwise calm silence. It's Samantha. I peek into the bedroom. Alyssa is in her own little world, her hands curled around her Kindle, her eyes glued to its screen.
She turns towards the sound, her eyes connecting with mine. "Samantha?"
"Yeah."
"I'm not going to be upset if you answer."
I nod. She motions for me to close the door. That must be a sign of trust.
I answer. "Hey."
"Hey," Samantha replies. It's almost a whisper.
Her parents must be home.
"Is everything okay?"
"I can survive a few days without you," she says. "But this isn't really a social call. And I have to make it quick."
"Date with Mr. Whole Foods?"
"No, that's not happening. Not after my fun attempt to get to the afterlife again."