by Morgan Black
His lips separated from my own and he moved his delectable mouth next to my ear. “You feel so good, so warm,” he whispered throatily. “I want you, all of you.”
I swallowed deeply, unsure if I could make my lips do any of the talking I wanted to say. Instead, I nodded slowly. He turned my head so more of my neck was more exposed to him as he started slowly sucking on the side of my flesh. His hands unraveled themselves from my body parts in order to undo the button on my jeans, slipping the fabric slowly and stealthily over my legs. As I stepped out of them he swept me up into his arms and laid me gently down upon the bed. I thought back to the naughty thoughts I had just one night ago, that were only dreams. I had never imagined that such a short time later Luke would understand my need for him. That he would take me into his arms and have his way with me.
My skin felt cold against the sheet underneath me, only the thin layer of lacy underwear left. His gray eyes searched my body and his hands curved around my voluptuous breasts. He studied them for a moment before slowly lowering his head to suckle my left nipple. He teased lightly with his teeth, his eyes looking up, attempting to catch mine. However, my eyes began to close in ecstasy. He flicked the tip with his tongue and I moaned for more. Thankfully, he obliged as his other hand reached down between my legs. He traced small circles over my mound on the outside of my underwear, but he could feel the wetness through the thin fabric. He released my breast and I let out a frustrated groan, not wanting him to stop. He stood and removed his own pants, revealing what I knew would be a large cock bulging under his boxers.
My confidence got the best of me. “Time to take those off I think,” I said with a smile.
He laughed. “For someone who seemed so stuck up, you’re damn good at letting loose.”
I licked my lips. “You make me good at it.” I ripped his boxers down and my eyes took in the beautiful sight before me. His tan muscles rippling in the candlelight and his throbbing member standing erect, ready to enter me.
Luke lay stomach down on the bed, but further down than I wanted. He was so far away, but then he rested his head on the bed and slowly began kissing the inside of my thighs. He moved up slowly, finally resting his chin on my mound. He then used his teeth to take the top of my panties, and I lifted my hips in order to give him better access so that he may remove them. It was a slow, tantalizing process that only caused my need for him to become stronger. When they were finally near my ankles, he ripped them off and raised his body up. Putting his arms under the crux of my knees, he yanked me toward him. I was at the perfect angle of penetration; he had planned it so well.
He took a deep breath and said, “You are so beautiful.”
I smiled for just a moment before he pushed into me, then my smile turned into a moan of affection. I knew I couldn’t last long, the teasing of the past couple days had practically driven me over the edge.
As he pumped himself in and out of me, I pushed my hips further against him, placing myself up on my elbows so that I could get a better view of what I knew would be our joint orgasm. As my body began to tremble I attempted to hold back the feeling inside of me, and he leaned his head back and released a guttural groan. I felt him shoot his warm seed into my body and I matched his reaction by yelling out.
I collapsed back and he slowly lowered himself on top of me. It took us a moment to catch our breath; I was glad to see I wasn’t the only one that overexerted themselves.
He kissed the length of my neck and I drew small circles on his back, lightly touching his tanned skin. After what felt like only minutes, he stood up and began to put his clothes back on. I turned my exposed body to face him, unsure of why he was so quick to get out of bed.
“What are you doing? By my calculations we so have all night, sir.”
He shook his head. “No, Cheyenne, we don’t.”
Puzzled, I looked at him. “What do you mean?”
He turned to look at me. “I mean this was a mistake. I need my job at the ranch and your father will never allow this. I can’t believe what a fool I’ve been. But you were here … and you’re just so God damn beautiful. I couldn’t resist you, but I should have.” He ran his fingers through his rugged dark hair. “This,” he began to say before turning away from me, “can never happen again.”
My heart exploded against my chest and I yelled, “No!” in protest. My ribcage heaved as my shattered heart tried to comprehend this sudden turn in events. Everything else in my life was preplanned; no one let me choose anything. But with Luke I had a choice. And I had made it. He was mine and I was his. I couldn’t allow him to walk away this easily. I wouldn't.
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