He shakes his head. “You didn’t. I would have been pissed in the same situation.”
Lightness creeps back into me, taking me to the place I like to be when I’m with him. Relaxed. Teasing. Feeling good in his company.
“Really? You would have been pissed to find another woman’s panties in my pocket?” I arch a brow.
He looks surprised at my jest, but runs with it.
“I don’t know. It depends on if I get to be the cream in that sandwich or not.”
I smack his arm playfully. “You’re horrible.”
“And you’re sexy. I still want you.”
Taking my face in his hands, he pulls me toward him, pausing just long enough for me to whisper, “Yes.”
With that, Luka kisses me. Maybe it’s because I want to believe him so badly that I do, but whatever my reasons are, I can feel the last traces of distrust fade away at the silken feel of his mouth on mine. He pushes me back against the pillows and I relax, awaiting his next move.
I’m stretched out beneath him, anticipating his hands on me. He doesn’t make me wait as he claims my lips again, squeezing my breasts, my hips, my thighs through the frustratingly thick fabric of my dress. The kiss is scorching. He devours everything that I have to give him, in kiss after kiss, until I’m breathless and my panties are soaked.
I raise my arms above my head and roll to the side so he can pull down the zipper on my dress. He removes it with a couple strategic quick tugs. I’m not wearing a bra, and I’ve never been happier to be braless in my life as he takes a nipple in his mouth at the same time he hooks a finger around the crotch of my underwear and pulls them straight down my legs.
“I wanted to do this earlier,” he tells me. “Just rip this dress right off you.”
I’m breathing so hard, I can barely reply. “I wanted that, too.”
A low rumble comes from his throat as he kisses his way down my belly. “You know what I love most, though?”
I tense in anticipation of his mouth on my clit, but he pauses to tease me instead, caressing my inner thighs with the tips of his fingers, whisking them so lightly over my skin that I tremble.
“What do you love the most?” I murmur, fighting back the urge to push his head between my legs.
He looks up at me as he finally lowers between my thighs. “This.”
His tongue parts my pussy lips and dives in between, slow strokes up and down until I’m grinding against every lap of his tongue. The assault on my clit is intense. Pleasure rolls through me like hot liquid, capturing me in a riptide of sensations. I pinch my nipples as I ride his face, moans spilling out of me. I know I’m getting louder and louder, but I can’t stop.
Luka holds my hips steady, licking me harder and faster like we’re racing to the finish line. I am. I want to get there. He plunges his fingers inside me, picking up the pace, jacking up my pleasure. I nearly come off the bed as he sucks my clit into his mouth. Clamping my thighs around his head, I fist my hands in the comforter as if I can hang on for what I know is coming. I don’t care if I fall through a black hole. I just want it. So bad. I need it…
As my moans pitch higher, Luka starts groaning along with me, his fingers thrusting harder and deeper. At the animal sounds of his pleasure, I lose it. An orgasm crashes over me. I instinctively pull back as my clit goes tender and the sensation becomes too much, but Luka hangs on, licking me until I tumble into a second release that bursts through me like a firework.
Panting, nearly out of my mind, I scoot up the bed and look down at him. He’s kneeling now, wearing a very self-satisfied grin. “Had enough?” he asks.
“Never.”
Putting my hand on his chest, I shove him onto his back. As I crawl over him and start unbuttoning his shirt, Luka groans and slips out of his pants and briefs. I throw his shirt across the room and then make my way down his body, taking the fat head of his cock into my mouth and sucking it down my throat. His fingers fist in my hair and I bob my head back and forth along his rock-hard length, filling my mouth with all of him.
“Mmm,” I moan.
“Fuck, Brooklyn.”
The lust in his voice excites the hell out of me. I hold the base of his cock in one hand and his balls in the other, sucking him off until he’s thick and swollen and I can taste the pre-cum against my tongue. His balls go tight and I know he’s getting close.
“I want you to fuck me,” I tell him, pulling back.
He lifts me off the bed and onto the floor, spinning me toward the mattress, then guides my face down onto the blankets. My ass juts back at him, legs spread wide. Without warning he grips my hips and drives right into me, making me cry out at the immediate fullness. This is what I’ve been waiting for, and I can’t get enough. Luka pounds into me, pushing me toward another release with every stroke and glide. It’s heady and potent and I can’t get to it fast enough.
He pulls out all the way, then slams back in. The friction sends me over the edge. I clamp around him hard as I climax, pushing him over the edge, too. He grips my hair and pulls my head back as he comes inside me, groaning softly as he shudders his release.
Later, we’re in bed eating a snack that Luka had room service bring up to us. I got my strawberries after all, and I’m eating them with my head on his chest. His arm is wrapped gently around me and I swear, I could just about fall asleep like this.