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The darkness is almost perfect, which is the reason why every single one of my senses seems to be compensating. My sense of smell, my hearing, taste — everything is heightened. And there's my skin, of course. Every square inch of me is lit up like a Christmas tree. My breathing twines with the breathing of another, someone else sharing my bed with me. The syncopated harmonics of our inhalations and exhalations combine with the delicious rustling of skin on skin—our bodies wrapping around one another.
I don't think about who I'm with, where I am. The only things that matters are his hands on me, his mouth on mine, the growing need that exists between us.
"Avery." The voice is familiar, I know it, have known it all my life. But I've never heard it in this context before. Never heard it breathing my name like it's a plea for help, like I am the only person capable of saving him.
"Luke, oh my God…" I can't think straight. There is something about this situation, something strange, but I'm too wrapped up in him, wrapped up in my sheets, in the way my heart is hammering in my chest to do anything about it. I don't want to do anything about it. "I need you. I need you so badly." Strong, capable hands rove over my body, cupping my breasts, leaving a trail of fire down my belly, and hesitating between my legs. I want him to touch me there. I want him to touch me there so badly. I curve my body into him, unembarrassed by my need.
"Avery, what do you want? What do you want me to do to you?"
I want everything. I want him to consume me, to own me, to light me on fire. "Touch me," I whisper. "Make me come. Make me come all over your fingers." There’s something inside me, something possessing me. I would never normally say those words, never know how to ask for what I want. But right now, I'm happy to direct his hands, his mouth, his entire body to exactly where I need it. Strong arms wrap around me, lifting me up from the bed. My naked skin slides like silk across Luke's, and then he is underneath me. I can feel him rock solid between my legs, his hard-on pressing insistently against my opening, and I lower my body weight fractionally, enjoying the way his body tenses at the contact. He wants me, I can feel it. He pushes me back gently so that I'm sitting upright, straddling him, and then his hands find their way to my hips. His right hand grazes my skin, sending shivers of pleasure exploding through my nerve endings. And then his fingers…his fingers head south, searching out the very centre of me. It doesn't take long for him to find what he is looking for.
"Slowly," I murmur. I grind into his hand, feeling liberated and whole and incredibly brave. Luke's hips press up beneath me, applying the most amazing pressure to my core, and all the while he strokes his fingers in small circles against the swollen bundle of nerve endings that seem to be controlling my brain.
"Is that good, Beautiful?”
"So good. So good," I pant.
"You want me to fuck you?"
I really do want to Luke fuck me. But I need him to make me a promise first. "On one condition," I moan.
"Oh yeah? Anything. Anything you need."
I take hold of Luke's hand guiding his fingers as they move on me. I hear his sharp intake of breath, his moan of pleasure. "I need you to swear you're going to fuck me as hard as you can. I want you to promise you won't stop until we both come together, until you make me scream your name. Think you can do that?"
Luke's laughter is strained, laboured. A little surprised. "I can do that. I can do that no problem."
"Then do it. Make me scream." I dig my fingernails into his chest and he groans, hissing in a combination of pain and pleasure. The next thing I know he's pushing my body back and sliding me forwards, his hands on my hips again, pulling me down onto him. Having him inside me is like nothing else I've ever felt before—he stretches me, thrusting deep inside me, and suddenly it's not dark any more. Fireworks light up my head, sucker punching me straight in the consciousness, and Luke makes good on his word. He fucks me hard. He fucks me until I'm screaming his name.