Page 134 of True Colors

I can see the hunger in her eyes, the pain, the longing. Her body trembles like she’s holding in a scream. “I need you, too, my starling. More than you know.”

Her hand reaches out, shaky but sure, gripping the front of my shirt. Her nails dig into the fabric, into me.

I groan, my forehead resting against hers. “Anouk....

“Luther,” she whispers, her voice trembling with need.

I grab her by the waist, pulling her into me. Her body molds against mine, soft and perfect. Her hips grind into me. I see stars.

“We need to get inside,” I murmur against her mouth. And without taking my lips off hers, I lead her into her place and into her bedroom. Thank God, Finn is still at the pub; otherwise, we’d not hear the end of it.

I lay her on her bed, covering her with my body, touching my lips to hers.

She moans, a low, throaty sound that goes straight to my heart. Her fingers tangle in my hair, pulling me closer. Her lips find mine, hungry and desperate. I lose myself in her, tasting the salt of her tears, the sweetness of her mouth.

I pull back, my breath ragged. “Are you sure about this?” I ask hoarsely.

She nods, her eyes never leaving mine.

We undress hurriedly, and like magnets that need to connect, we hold each other close. But soon that’s not enough. I pull away and crawl down her body. I can smell her arousal. I press my face into her pussy, breathing her in.

She lets out a choked sob, her hands gripping my hair.

I lick her in one slow, wet stripe, bite her clitoris, inserting two fingers into her. She screams, her thighs shaking around my head. Her pussy is tight around my fingers. I suck on her clit, hard, and she comes with a cry, her body convulsing.

I kiss her after, let her taste herself. It’s always so good with her. So amazing. Intimate. Loving. Dirty. Erotic.

She pushes me onto my back. “My turn.”

Despite the day we’ve had, there’s a playfulness about her, and it’s endearing. It’s how she is with me and only me.

Her lips wrap around my cock, and I groan, thrusting into her mouth. She gags, tears streaming down her face, but she doesn’t stop.

“No more.” I push her onto her back and lie on top of her. She wraps her legs around my waist, her pussy slick against my cock.

I drive into her in one thrust. She cries out, her nails digging into my back. Her pussy clenches around me, hot and tight. Her mouth finds mine again, and we kiss, messy and desperate.

“Luther,” she whimpers against my lips. “I’m coming....”

“I know, baby. I can feel it.”

I push deeper, harder, feeling her body shake. I come with a roar, spilling inside her.

She curls into me, her head resting on my shoulder.

“That was nice.”

“Just nice?”

She laughs. “It’s been a long day. I’m sure you can do better the next time.”

“And the next?”

“Yes.”

“And the next?” I kiss her hair.

“Yes.” She nuzzles my chest.