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He allows no space between us. Even when my back hits his sheets, he’s still holding me tight against his body, still kissing me feverishly. Now that he doesn’t have to hold my weight, his hands start to roam over my body.

Suddenly, I want nothing more than to feel his skin against mine. My hands move to the buttons on his shirt and hurry to undo them.

At the same time, he rips my tank top over my head and groans when he finds me braless.

I’m still struggling with his buttons when his lips suction around my nipple. My eyes close and my hands slow, but after a particularly hard suck, I remember my task with a frustrated groan.

I give up on the buttons and rip his shirt apart.

“Ah fuck, baby girl,” Lucas groans. He straightens and pulls his shirt off, then just as quickly, he yanks my leggings down my legs. When he realizes I’m once again not wearing underwear, I watch as a full-body shiver moves through him.

And then he slides down the bed and buries his face between my thighs.

I wonder if I’ll ever get over the sensation of Lucas going down on me. I hope not. Because it genuinely makes me feel like I’m having an out-of-body experience.

And unlike last time, I can fully focus all my attention on it.

My eyes close as my hands sink into Lucas’s short hair. He’s got his arms wrapped around my thighs, holding me tight against his face. And he devours me. With every lick, every suck, my pleasure ratchets, quickly driving the breath from my lungs. By the time he presses his thumb to my clit and slides his tongue inside me, I know this is going to be over soon.

“Lucas,” I gasp right as the orgasm rolls over me. Nothing else, just his name. It’s the only word that matters, anyway.

When the waves of pleasure take mercy on me and die down, I’m trembling. But not with overwhelm—with need.

“Lucas,” I breathe again, this time paired with a desperate tug at his shoulders. “Lucas. I need you.”

Another shiver rolls through him. But then he’s straightening and reaching for his nightstand drawer.

My eyes don’t leave him as he pulls back with a condom, and as he quickly shucks his pants. Watching him roll a condom onto his hard length might be the most erotic thing I’ve ever seen. By the time he settles on top of me again, I’m so turned on, I might come when he enters me.

But before he can reach between us, he pauses and looks up at me.

“If it hurts—” he starts gently.

“It won’t,” I interrupt, tugging at his shoulders.

“But if it does,” he stresses, “tell me, okay? The last thing I want to do is hurt you.” His face drops to my neck and nuzzles me sweetly. “I don’t mind eating you for another hour instead.”

I let out a soft laugh, my chest warming with affection.

I squeeze him once, gently. “Well, I wouldn’t want to make you suffer through that, but…okay, I’ll tell you.”

He nods, leaving a kiss on my neck. When he lifts up, I soften at the sight of the apprehension on his face. He really is worried about this being good for me.

I lean up to soothe him with a kiss, wanting to pull all of his attention to me. Because I’m not nervous, I’m desperate. Brushing my mouth over his, I nip gently at his lower lip when he melts into the kiss. I wait until he’s relaxed again before I reach between us to wrap my hand around his hard length.

His breath hitches, but I just continue to kiss and stroke him. When a groan falls from his mouth, I finally guide him to my entrance.

And then I wrap one leg around him and pull him into me.

I choke at the stretch. He’s much bigger than I’m used to.

“Fuuuck,” Lucas groans. Distantly, it registers that he’s trembling slightly. “Charli… Fuck. Wait, I—” Somehow, his lower body stays frozen as he shifts his weight onto one forearm so he can reach between us and press his thumb to my clit. His gaze stays trained on my face as he softly rubs me.

And it works. With every swirl of his thumb, my muscles relax. It doesn’t take long for my breathing to speed up.

When I start to pull at his shoulders, silently begging for him to move, he asks in a tight voice, “Does it still hurt? I told you, I don’t want⁠—”

“It doesn’t hurt,” I gasp, pulling at him again. “I swear to God, it doesn’t⁠—”