a feeling of complete and utter perfection.
I slowly move up and down, grinding with every down movement, riding him with expertise, still completely wrapped in the duvet.
"Feels so good, baby, you're so ready for me. You like this? You like riding me outside where anyone could see?" he growls quietly.
"Oh, fuck, yeah," I moan, "it's so good, it's so cold, but so hot... oh god yes, it's hot." I moan, increasing my rhythm, his strong hands on my hips, lifting me and slamming me back down against him. He moves one hand up to my chest and caresses one of my breasts making me moan louder.
"Shh, someone could be down there, or do you like that? You like someone hearing us and not knowing where we are?"
"Oh... oh yes, I like that..."
"You sound so freaking hot, right now, they're going to wish they were fucking you, they'll wish they were me sitting under you, watching you..."
"Uh huh, uh huh, yeah..." I say, my orgasm fast approaching, his talk doing so much for me, I love everything that's coming out of his mouth, his voice, deep and gravelly, it turns me on so much, every move we make together, every thrust he indulges me with. My muscles tense, my hands grip his shoulders, I lean forwards to bite his lip and the climax hits hard, crashing through me, taking everything I have, "I'm coming... oh god, yes, yes... uh!" I cry and he clasps his hand over my mouth to silence me as he grunts loudly, thrusting deep and hard inside me.
I wrap my arms around his neck and press my cheek against his, panting and moving slowly against him, coming down. He holds me tight, flush against his body, his heart beating wildly through his chest.
"Wow, that was fun..." I whisper with a grin, and he chuckles, breathlessly.
"Amazing fun," he says, "we'll do that again before the holidays are out."
"Mmm, yeah. I am so tired."
"So sleep Princess, we've got nowhere to be," he says, softly, lifting me and cradling me sideways in his lap. He rearranges the covers so we're totally wrapped up. "You good?"
"Mmm, yes thanks." I smile and enjoy the closeness. "Luke, are your family sad not to be with you for Christmas?" I ask, purely because I wonder as I lay here on him, how there isn't a family somewhere, wanting this lovely man home.
"They're cool, we don't always see each other at Christmas because my parents divorced, so I've always spent alternate Christmas's with each of them. Now I'm grown-up, it just depends what we're all up to, as to where I spend it."
"How old were you when they split up? Don't answer that if it's too personal."
"No, not at all, I was about nine, I think, it wasn't a big deal, they were never really together anyway."
"So who did you live with?"
"My mom, but I saw my dad most weekends and for vacations and stuff like that. I was a happy kid, I didn't know any different. How about you? You missing your folks?" he asks.
"Um, no. My dad died when I was nineteen and I don't know my mum."
"I'm sorry, Til. You don't talk about it much, huh?"
"No. It makes me sad, talking about my dad. I miss him a lot, he was an amazing man. There's not a lot that upsets me, but thinking about him is one of the few things that does."
"Okay, let's stop talking about it."
"It's okay. Sometimes I like to talk about him, even if it makes me sad, just so everyone knows what a good man he was."
"Well, if he brought you and Gemma up, it's pretty obvious what a good man he was."
I smile up at his face, "You may be a bad-boy when it comes to the ladies, Luke, but you have a heart of gold, really. You're a good man, too."
"Alright, alright, you're totally in love with me, I get it."
I giggle and swat his peck. "You're totally in love with yourself."
"Til, can I ask you something?"
"Yeah..."
"I know you said you had a fun time with me over the summer, but did you really have a great time? I mean, I have never had so much fun with a girl before. I know you had fun, but, was it like, amazing fun or just... fun?"
I smile and look up at his
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