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I break off when Lucas pulls back and thrusts into me. When he does it again, I jolt as something hard touches my clit.

He’s panting. “Does that⁠—?”

“Oh my God,” I breathe, realizing it’s his piercing rubbing against me. “Do that again.”

He must read the truth on my face because he finally, finally, starts to fuck me. Slowly at first, then progressively harder.

I’m completely swept up in the sensations. In him. I had no idea it could feel like this. To be so lost in a person that the only thing to exist in the world is the pleasure we’re weaving together.

I can see it in Lucas, too. His eyes have widened, his breaths coming in gasps, his thrusts feeling increasingly desperate. As if he’s also discovering these feelings for the first time.

After a few minutes, I start to squirm, needing something more. In the next second, Lucas’s jaw clenches and he hikes my leg over his elbow.

I gasp when his next thrust hits even deeper. His piercing bumps against my clit, and my nails dig into his shoulders when the tension between my legs coils tighter.

“Lucas, I—” I swallow and try again, but once more, his name is cut off with a gasp.

“Yeah?” he breathes. He sounds so hopeful, so boyishly innocent, that my heart squeezes, even beside all the other roiling sensations. And suddenly, I want this to be just as good for him as it’s about to be for me.

“I’m going to come,” I manage to get out. “But I want you to come, too. What can I⁠—?”

He lets out a pained laugh. “Trust me, you don’t have to worry about that. I’ve been on the edge for the past five minutes, trying not to look at your perfect face.”

But somehow, a memory surfaces. Of Lucas talking about his sexual preferences.

Specifically, the position.

I feel surprisingly confident as I push against Lucas’s chest. He lifts up with a look of confusion, but when I continue pushing, rolling us until I’m on top, a look of relief appears on his face.

“Fuck,” he groans, his hands tightening on my hips. “I’m not going to last like this.”

“Good,” I breathe, trying to settle into a comfortable position. I’ve never done this before. “Umm, how do I…?”

“Just do what feels good,” he explains patiently. “I’m just going to lie here and enjoy the view.”

I huff a small laugh at the sight of Lucas staring in awe at my breasts in his face. But that laugh cuts off when he leans up to suck my nipple into his mouth.

“Oh God,” I moan, my eyes sliding closed. Without thinking, I start to roll my hips.

It takes me a minute to find the right rhythm. In the end, what feels the best is grinding my clit on his piercing, my hips making small back and forth movements that just barely slide Lucas’s cock in and out.

“Oh,” I breathe, my eyes widening and my hips moving frantically. “Oh, oh…”

“Fuck yes, just like that,” Lucas growls, some craziness appearing in his eyes. I feel his hands dig into my ass cheeks as he guides my hips to move faster. “Just like that. Oh fuck, baby girl…”

My nails dig into his shoulders. Pleasure coils tighter and tighter between my legs. My eyes slide closed, my head drops back, and then…

I let myself sink into bliss.

When I come back to my own body, my limbs are all jelly. My legs are trembling, and I can’t hold myself up with my arms. I collapse against Lucas’s chest with a sigh.

He must have managed to hold out until I finished because his grip on my hips is holding me in place as he drives his cock up into me, letting loose a groan in my ear as he finally comes. It’s wildly erotic, having him use my body for his own pleasure. My pussy spasms in response.

“Christ,” he croaks out. I can feel his hands shaking on my body. “I think I just died and went to heaven.”

I laugh softly against his neck. I feel satisfied in every way a woman can feel satisfied.

Gently, Lucas rolls me over onto my back. I can’t take my eyes off him as he collapses onto his back, quickly disposing of the condom so he can pull me into his arms. He lets out a happy purr when my hand automatically lifts to run through his hair. His smile looks borderline drunk.