Stroke of Luck

“Oh, God, yes,” she said as pleasure rippled through her.

He lapped at her sensitive bud, his tongue curling over and around it. When he covered her and began to suckle, she tightened her hands around his head, holding him close, as blissful sensations blossomed inside her.

His fingers continued to glide into her. His thumb found her clit as his mouth moved away, but she could still feel his breath on her. She opened her eyes to see him gazing at her.

“Baby, I love tasting you like this.”

He continued watching her with his warm, midnight-blue eyes as the pleasure stormed through her. Then he captured her clit with his mouth again, still watching her.

She arched again, needing him desperately.

“That feels so good, Quinn. I’m getting close.”

His eyes glittered, and he suckled her nub as his fingers slid deeper inside her, then began to thrust. Her whole body tightened as electricity danced over her nerve endings, lighting a fire inside her.

“Ohhh,” she murmured softly, tossing her head back on the pillow. The pleasure kept rising as his fingers thrust into her and his mouth suckled her nub.

She rocked against his mouth.

“Yes, I’m going to come, I…”

He suckled her deeper, watching her with those dark eyes of his.

Then it happened. An explosion of pure ecstasy jolted through her, tossing her over the edge of eternity. She moaned, low at first, then growing louder until the sound filled the room.

“Fuck, baby. It’s so beautiful when you come.” After he uttered the words, his mouth was back on her immediately.

She arched and wailed, riding the wave of rapture. She wished he was in her arms, but at the same time didn’t want him to move from where he was. Not now.

The orgasm rocked through her. Then slowly faded.

When he finally lifted his mouth, she was sucking in air, her body slumped on the bed. He prowled over her and nuzzled her neck, then lay down beside her. She glanced at his smiling face, then giggled at his expression of complete satisfaction.

“You’re certainly pleased with yourself,” she said, her own lips turning up.

“Shouldn’t I be?” he asked.

Her eyebrows arched. “Actually, yes, you should be. That was spectacular.”

He rolled on top of her, propping his elbows on either side of her face. “And now, my sweet bride, I’m going to make love to you.” He nuzzled her ear. “For the first time.”

She smiled, happy to live this fantasy with him.

“Well, my dearest husband, this is my first time ever.” She hooked her arms around his neck. “But I’m not afraid, because I know you’ll be gentle.”

He gazed down at her, and the depth of feeling in his eyes tugged at her heart. If she hadn’t broken up with him back in college, he would have been her first.

She bit her lip. She wished she could have given him that. It was clear it would have meant the world to him.

He stroked the hair from her face. “I will, my love,” he murmured tenderly.

She felt his hand against her stomach as it wrapped around his rigid cock. His hips eased up, and she felt his hot tip brush against her slick flesh. He stroked her length several times, his gaze never leaving her face. The intensity in his eyes as he positioned himself at her center took her breath away.

“I’m going to fill you now, sweetheart.”

She nodded, her body aching for him to be inside her.

Slowly, their gazes locked, and he pushed forward. His tip slid inside.