“I understand. This is what you need to do and I respect that. All I ask is that you be careful and come back home to me. In one piece,” I added, watching as his eyebrows shot to his hairline. Clearly, he wasn’t expecting that kind of response.

“That’s it?” He asked, staring at me, with his face twisted in confusion.

“Do you want me to bitch and raise hell? Do you want me to cry and beg you to stay?” He was pissing me off with his need to have a negative reaction.

“No, I just assumed you would handle it a little differently.” He still looked as if he couldn’t quite believe I had taken the news so well. One step forward, five steps back.

“Do I want you to go? No. But, your club needs you and I respect that. So, either we can spend the next hour arguing about me not begging you to stay, or you can join me in the shower and fuck me like you are never coming back.” Luke was off the bed and pulling me behind him as soon as the words left my mouth. Well, that worked. I was stripped, he was stripped and we were standing under a stream of hot water in record time. I barely felt the water on my skin before I was pushed up against the cold tiles and Luke’s mouth was on mine to quiet my shocked gasp.

“I love you,” Luke panted, taking my breasts roughly in his hands as he ground his hips into me. “I love you so fucking much.” His need was powerful and contagious, and suddenly I couldn’t get enough of him either. My fingers clawed at his back, bringing him closer to me, as I kissed him desperately, our tongues swirling together in a deep, passionate, untamed kiss that fueled our desire for one another further. “Fuck this,” Luke said, pulling my bottom lip between his teeth, before plunging his tongue back into my mouth. My tongue met his greedily, punishing him for the seconds of time he was gone. Luke pushed the shower door open using his ass and backed out with me still attached to his mouth. He sat on the floor, pulling me with him and laid back, forcing me to straddle his hips. I moved my hips over his length, my wetness lubricating him as I rubbed my pussy over his cock, teasing my clit with each measured stroke. His hands gripped my hips, his fingers digging deep into my skin, causing a thrilling pain to climb up my sides. I lifted my body over him, tired of the distance between us, and positioned him at my entrance. I sank down onto him, feeling a wave of pure bliss, as he filled me completely. Our moans echoed throughout the bathroom, as I contracted my muscles around him, taking a moment to enjoy the pleasure of him being inside me. “Move, babe. You have to move,” Luke gasped between his teeth. I relaxed my muscles, releasing the tight hold I had on him, and began to move up and down slowly. He watched as he slid in and out of me at a leisurely pace. I loved the feeling of control when I was on top. I knew it wouldn’t last long by the feel of Luke’s grip tightening on my hips. He hated not being able to control what I was doing. I stood suddenly, smiling at the look of confusion on his face and turned. I lowered myself on to him, using his legs for leverage. I began riding him, letting my ass do all the work as I kept my back arched and my head turned slightly to see him. I felt his hands grip my ass and his eyes got that sexy, lazy look as he watched my ass bounce up and down on his massive length over and over.

“Fuck, baby, you got a fine ass,” Luke said through his teeth. I suddenly felt somewhat self-conscious of myself, due to lack of exercise and the fact that I had not been taking care of my body the past few weeks, as I once had. I used to visit the gym regularly, but with Luke, there was little time to spare. When I noticed the way Luke looked at me, full of need, want, and desire, it gave my self-esteem a boost, and I was no longer worried about what I thought of my body. If he thought I was fine, then that’s all that mattered. His words fueled me, filling me with the desire to please him further. I picked up the pace, leaning forward slightly and arching my back, working my hips harder and taking him deeper. Luke sat up, pushing me forward only to grab my hips and slam me back on to him. I was no longer in control as Luke pushed and pulled my body, slamming me so hard onto him that I cried out. His legs disappeared from under me and my hands were forced to splay flat on the tiled floor as he positioned himself behind me on his knees and drove into me hard. I threw my head back, my damp hair a wild mess as it lay on my back. He grabbed it, wrapping the long strands around his hand and pulled. My head jerked back and I felt my forehead tighten as he pulled harder, sending an excited thrill that ran from the top of my head all the way to my soaking wet pussy. He slammed in and out of me, mercilessly. The feeling of him pushing deep inside me, hitting that sweet spot that made my toes curl, mixed with the blissful pain from my scalp, had me clawing at the bathroom floor, as I moaned in ecstasy. Nothing could ever feel better than this. I had never experienced something so powerful. No one could push me to my limits, or bring me to that thrilling destination of euphoria like Luke could. I never wanted him to leave me. I never wanted him to not be inside me. I wanted to glue myself to him and have that overwhelming feeling of completeness all the time. I wanted him to make love to me again, and again, and again, until we both passed out from exhaustion; only to wake up to him inside me, taking me, owning me once more. I wanted fatigue to be the only reason we stopped, and even then I wanted to lie on top of his body, covered in sweat, and listen to his heart beat through his chest. I knew my thoughts were not rational. I knew what I wanted was impossible, and I was in a delirious state, as a result of my sex-driven fantasies, but right now, in this moment on the bathroom floor, I couldn’t give less of a fuck about anything, but him and me and this beautiful, seventh heaven we had created.

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