Every noise, every murmur, everything she’s doing right now is because of me, for me, and is mine alone.
Maybe that makes me horribly selfish. But maybe that’s what I need to accept that this is finally happening.
And it does happen.
It doesn’t take Lulu long at all. I kiss her and lick her and devour her like she’s better than chocolate, better than pineapple, better than coconut. Because she is. Because she’s fucking Lulu Diamond, and she’s the best thing I’ve ever tasted and the person I’ve wanted most in my entire life. And she’s right here, wanting me as much as I want her.
As I kiss her, she pulls me closer until she’s coming on my tongue, saying my name over and over. I’m in another world. Another realm. She tastes like heaven, and she sounds like every filthy dream I’ve ever had about her.
She sounds like sex and love and desire and every wish I’ve ever had.
I hold her hips, keeping her steady as I rise, recording the look of rapture on her face, how her lips are parted, how her breath is still coming fast.
“I need to be inside you, Lulu. I need it so badly.”
She opens her eyes. “Come home with me.”
I’m not sure how we make it to her place, but we do, and ten minutes later, we’re inside her apartment, and I’m undressing her again, and she’s taking my clothes off for the first time, and everything is a flurry, a feverish race to the finish line.
Somewhere along the way, she tells me she’s clean and on the pill and I tell her I’m all clear too, and when she’s naked in her living room, every animal instinct takes over. I hoist her up, toss her over my shoulder, and carry her to the bedroom.
I turn on the light, but I see only her. I don’t give a flying fuck what her room looks like.
She’s all I want to see.
I’m going to watch her face as I fuck her.
I want to see what every moan and tremble of pleasure looks like.
She climbs up on the bed, and she’s shuddering.
“Spread your legs.”
She does, and a landmine of pleasure explodes in my body. Every nerve ending is raw, crying out. She’s so sensual and so ready.
I crawl over her, straddling her, poised for entry.
She grabs my erection.
It’s like a jolt of electricity. Her touch shoots through my body. I’m so turned on I could light the city—I could power the entire grid. Lulu’s hand is rubbing my shaft, and it’s not fucking fair that it should feel this good, and it’s also the most fair thing in the universe.
Because it’s absolutely incredible.
Her hand is soft and strong, and it’s like she holds my heart in it. With every stroke up my cock, I lose a little more willpower and she turns the key in the lock a little farther.
The words start to rattle free from their cage.
It’s you.
It’s been you forever.
That won’t do.
I bat her hand away, taking both of hers in mine then pinning them above her head.
She stares up at me with wide, eager eyes, then whispers, “Make love to me.”
And like that, she’s reaching into the dark, secret place inside me. “That’s all it’ll ever be.”
Then I sink inside her, and the pleasure—the sheer, unadulterated pleasure—of being home blots out the world.
There is no room for any other thought.
No space for anything else.
But this.
I thrust deep into her, and she cries out.
I swivel my hips, and she shouts my name.
I grind and thrust and pump, and she pants, moans, groans.
We’re in sync, fucking and loving, loving and fucking.
She’s taking me to the ends of the earth, to the edge of pleasure, and I’m doing the same to her.
