6
Lukas
Ifumble withmy keys as I attempt for the third time to unlock my front door.
I need to take a deep breath and slow the fuck down.
The key finally slides into the lock and it clicks open. Relief mixed with anticipation floods through me. I grab Abby’s hand and pull her roughly into the foyer, causing her to stumble next to me.
Slow down.
I’ve got to chill out or this is going to be a disaster for her and I can’t have that. I have no idea how she’s getting to me so thoroughly, but I stopped questioning it the second I started playing with her wet cunt. I run my fingers through my hair. She nearly drove me crazy in the restaurant. She’d been so hot and needy and desperate. And wet, so, so wet. The essence of her had seeped into my skin somehow, making me stupid and rash. I’d hoped the car ride to the house would have cooled me down. But no such luck. I’m desperate to get in her.
I take another deep breath.
I need to get a grip so I can do right by her. This isn’t about me, or my pleasure, it’s about her. I need to provide her with an experience she’ll never forget. Coming all over her is a happy byproduct.
Control shaky at best, I turn to face her. “You ready, Abby?”
She nods, and sucks in a stuttering little breath while her gaze darts around the room. The thinking has probably started again, but I can put an end to that. I wrap a hand around her neck and let my thumb trail over her bottom lip. She has the softest mouth. I lean down, capturing her, kissing her slow and deep. I mean to put her at ease, but the second my lips settle on hers, she plasters herself along the length of me.
Good intentions and reason fly out the window.
On a low growl, I back her up until she hits the foyer table. With no preamble, I yank her dress over her thighs and set her bare assed on the tabletop. She lets out a small gasp and I wrench the stretchy fabric of her dress—that has taunted me all night—down her shoulders to her elbows, exposing her breasts.
Before I can get a good look at her, she wraps those killer legs around my waist and squeezes, drawing me closer. Breath ragged, she clutches my waist and arches her hips. On a moan she writhes under me.
She’s a natural. And she’s driving me crazy with all her unrestrained lust.
Devouring her, unable to help myself, I grind my erection against her clit.
Jesus, I have to slow down. This is not the plan.
My intention was to take her upstairs, strip her naked and lay her out on my king-size bed before making her mindless with passion. I’d planned on teasing her, drawing out her pleasure until she couldn’t stand it any longer.
Since she showed up at my house last night, nothing has gone according to my plans and I can see fucking her isn’t going to be any different. But I’m sure as hell going to make it memorable.
Releasing her mouth, I draw in a harsh breath, peering down at her. I cover her black lacy demi-cut bra, my fingers running along the smooth flesh spilling over the cups. I trace the seam, resting on the clasp for a fraction of a second before flicking it open. Peeling away the fabric, I groan at the most fantastic set of breasts I’ve ever seen.
I want to fall to my knees and worship them. Awed, I can only shake my head. “My god.”
I run my fingertips over her puckered nipples, and her back bows. I roll them between my thumb and forefinger, watching the play of emotions across her face—lust, surprise, pleasure.
“Oh.” Her whisper is full of wonder.
She definitely likes that, so I repeat the motion with a little more force, and she rewards me by bucking against my straining erection. “You’re gorgeous.”
Her eyes fly open, and a small furrow mars her brow. “No.”
“Yes you are.” I pinch her nipples, tugging.
Her lashes flutter closed and her head drops back. “Let’s not talk.”
There’s that insistence again, and I tuck it away for later, because now is not the time. I increase both tempo and pressure, until her neck arches. Sweat breaks out across my skin as she places her hands in back of her on the table, forcing her breasts to thrust into my hands.
“Don’t stop. Please don’t stop.” She’s greedy now.
All this eager, abandoned responsiveness is enough to drive me well past the edge of control, but I’m not giving up yet. I squeeze the hard buds and hold. “I can see I’m going to need these perfect tits on display all the time so I can play with them whenever I want.”