Yes. I chase the building pleasure.
He smacks me again. “Say it.”
My body clamps around him and the words rip from my throat. “Fuck me.”
I can’t decide if they’re hot or embarrassing, but it doesn’t matter because my thoughts scatter as he rolls us back over.
Without breaking contact, he pounds into me, driving me higher and higher until I shatter, my vision dimming as a climax crashes over me in never-ending waves.
Above me, Lukas lets out a guttural shout, his hips pumping in release.
It goes on and on, both of us moving helplessly together until we collapse in a boneless, tangled heap.
I stare up at the white ceiling, my chest heaving as I pant for breath.
So that was sex, huh?
I’m definitely going to want to do it again. As much as possible.
At least until he decides to move on.