Best Friends Don't Kiss
I don’t know how gets me there, but somehow, he manages to ease me back onto the bed. His body hovers over mine, and his hands caress my cheeks. And he just stares down at me with a look that is so intense, so full of affection, it’s like his heart has migrated into his eyes.
He presses gentle kisses to my lips and cheeks and forehead, and eventually, I am back on Planet Earth, back in my bedroom.
Somehow, though, it’s not enough.
I need more.
I need him. All of him.
I tug at his shirt until I get it over his head, tossing it on the floor.
My fingers are persistent, undoing his leather belt, then the button and zipper of his jeans. “I want to feel you,” I whisper, and he obliges, standing up to remove his jeans and boxers.
And then he’s right there, hovering over my body again, his skin bare of any clothes.
My gaze consumes him as I let my fingers discover every firm plane and rippled valley. Naked Luke just might be the sexiest thing I’ve ever seen in my life.
He is big and firm and strong…everywhere.
His cock is hard and aroused and it juts out from his body, and I can’t stop myself from reaching down and running my fingers against him.
A deep, sexy groan escapes his lips, and it only emboldens me further. With my fingers wrapped around him, I move my hand up and down and up and down, and I don’t stop until he can’t take it anymore. Eyes blazing, he wraps his arms around my waist and flips us over so that he’s lying on his back and my thighs straddle his hips. The tip of his cock presses right there, against where I am downright longing for him.
“Tell me what you want,” he whispers, and his eyes meet mine. “And whatever it is, I’ll do it, Ava.”
“Luke,” I say, his name a moan on my lips. “Please no more teasing,” I beg him. “I want you inside me, and fuck, I want it to happen right now. And I don’t want anything between us. I just want to feel you. All of you. Every single blessed inch.”
“Fuck, Ava.” My words urge a deep, raspy groan from his lips.
“I’m on birth control,” I whisper in a rush, pleading my case on a ramble. “And I’m clean. So clean. Like, so clean, I might as well shave my head and call myself Mrs. Clean.”
What on earth are you even saying? I silently wonder to myself. And for the love of everything, don’t try to curtsy on his cock.
“I know you are,” he whispers back, pulling me out of my messy, bumbling thoughts. For the briefest of moments, as his eyes search mine, an amused smile consumes his lips, but just as quick as it came, it leaves his mouth and his eyes turn hot and fiery.
He grips my hips and slowly guides my body so that just the tip of him presses inside me. Instantly, a moan shoots out of my throat and my hips quake against him. But his movements somehow manage to stay precise and meticulous.
His eyes blaze.
And then, he pushes himself All. The. Way. In.
He’s pressed to the hilt and filling and stretching me in the most delicious way, and I’m pretty much done for after that. The instant pleasure-filled gratification overwhelms me. More moans push from my lips, and with greedy hands, I grip at his chest as my body’s movements become erratic and unsteady.
Luke takes the lead, steadying my body and gently turning us over so I’m on my back and he’s on top of me, and thank everything, his cock stays inside me the entire time.
He reaches up and caresses my cheek with a tender hand, his eyes exploring the depths of mine. I don’t know what he finds, but I can imagine it revolves around desperation and need for him to move, to slide in and out of me until pleasure makes me burst into a million tiny pieces.
“You are all I can see, Ava,” he whispers and leans forward to press his lips to the corner of my mouth. “Just you.” His lips brush mine. “Always you.” His mouth deepens the kiss, and his tongue begs entrance into my mouth.
I whimper and claw my fingers at his back, kissing him with the kind of deep-rooted need that makes lips and teeth and tongues clash and dance.
I want to kiss him and touch him and feel him.
I want to crawl in-fucking-side him.
I want him on me and in me and just…everywhere.
We stay like that, fierce desire guiding our mouths, while Luke starts to move. Each thrust gets deeper and harder, until his hips take up a fast rhythm that has me moaning against his persistent mouth.
Pleasure builds.
I whimper and moan and dig my nails into the firm skin of his back.