“Liv…god, Liv. Olivia…” he whispered, his lips on my cheek, his breath on my ear.
“Lucas,” I groaned back, driving against him frantically.
I shook all over, trembling uncontrollably, panting in a breathless endless whine of ecstasy and wonder as we moved in perfect unison, meeting each other thrust for thrust, gasp for gasp. One of his fists was planted in the mattress beside my face, the other was clutching at my breasts and squeezing and caressing my face and tugging at my hip to bring me closer, getting himself deeper, joining us more tightly. My legs were around his waist, my ankles hooked together around his ass, my fingernails clawing roughly down his spine and grasping at his neck.
“Oh, god—Lucas!” I whimpered, my lungs unable to draw breath, a climax searing through me, shaking me in the grip of a spasming, wrenching orgasm which I had no choice but to scream through, burying my face in his neck and screaming and screaming until I went hoarse as my entire body was consumed by fury and flames…
And then I felt Lucas’s thrusts go wild, losing the rhythm, the studied pace. His groans became gasped grunts and mad curses. The feeling of Lucas reaching climax was almost as potent as my own orgasm—my core was clamping and pulsating around him as he powered into me again and again, harder and harder, faster and faster.
“Liv, oh fuck, Olivia, god you feel…ohhh fuck—you feel perfect, you feel like fuckin’ heaven—you feel like home, baby, oh god…”
“I love this, Lucas, I love the way you feel inside me,” I whispered into his ear, my voice a hoarse rasp from my screams. “I love this, I love this—”
He was thrusting with total abandon, and I felt each one in every molecule of my body, and I pulsed around his cock, squeezing the muscles of my sex as hard as I could and writhing with him as he gave into his release.
In the moment of his orgasm, he rested his forehead against mine, his lips quaking against my mouth, and I felt him let loose, coming inside me with a shout, and then he whispered, “Olivia, holy fuck, Olivia—I love you…”
Tears trickled down my face as I saw in his eyes and on his face and in the crazed shaking vulnerability in every line of his body how deeply he meant those words—and they meant all the more to me knowing that he’d never spoken them to a woman before, and that he didn’t just say so in the heat of orgasm.
I cupped his stubble-roughened cheek and pressed a thousand tiny kisses to his lips, my other hand clawed into the meat of his tensed buttocks, pulling him against me with each of his stuttering thrusts. “Lucas, ohh…my…Lucas…”
I wasn’t sure if I meant that asoh my, Lucasorohhh, my Lucas; both perhaps.
He filled me, wet warmth spreading into me and leaking out as he continued to release, groaning my name in a chant, now—Liv, Liv, Liv, god, Liv.
“Yes, Lucas—don’t stop, don’t stop,” I whispered, shaking all over anew, his wild thrusts reaching a place inside me I didn’t know existed, his angle rubbing against my hypersensitive clit, bringing me to climax with him, a second one hard on the heels of the first, synched with his seemingly endless orgasm—a second climax for me, something I’d never felt in my life.
And this one was…shattering.
I couldn’t even scream at first, was too hoarse from the first, and then I was panting in his ear and chanting something—what was I saying? I wasn’t in control of my voice, or body or anything. I’d totally surrendered to this, to him, to what I was feeling with him.
“I love you, I love you, I love you,” I heard myself gasping. “Lucas, Lucas—ohhh, I love this and I love you, don’t stop—don’t stop, oh god, you feel so fucking incredible!”
He groaned one last time, trembling spasmodically inside me, thrusting once more, and then collapsing partially on top of me, panting breathlessly.
For several long minutes, he rested his heavy head on my breasts, our ragged breathing synched, my fingers tracing lazy circles over his shoulders, scalp, neck, spine, and butt.
“I meant it, Olivia,” he rumbled, his voice rough and deep. “Wasn’t just…something I said in the moment. I meant it. I love you.”
I circled my arms around him, held him tight. “I meant it too, Lucas.” I touched my lips to his ear. “I love you—I’m in love with you. It scares me, but it’s real. It’s true.”
He lifted up to gaze down at me, then rolled onto his back and cradled my head against his chest, his arms around me, breathing deeply, raggedly. “Most amazing thing I’ve ever heard in my life, Liv.” He laughed quietly. “Except maybe the way you sound when you come.”
I buried my face in his chest to hide my blush. “Lucas…”
He touched my chin, lifted my face to look at him. “Don’t hide it, Liv. It’s beautiful. You’re beautiful. What we did together was beautiful. Nothing to be shy about.”
“I’ve never…screamed like that, or sounded like that. Said those things.” I inhaled sharply. “I never thought I’d love again.”
“God, me either, honey.” He sighed. “Except, now that I know what it’s like to love you and be loved back, I don’t think what Lena and I had was love. Not even close. This—” he squeezed me close, and I gasped a laugh at the sudden fierce strength of his embrace, “this isreal. You’re real.”
“I am real, Lucas.” I gazed up at him. “I’m here, and I’m real.” I giggled. “And really, really messy.”
Lucas rumbled a laugh and scooted out of his bed, went to the bathroom and returned with a washcloth. He cleaned me so gently it was almost ineffective, but it was done with such love and tenderness that I let him, and then I took the washcloth from him and made sure I was cleaned more thoroughly.
Naked and sated—for the moment, at least—I rested in his arms and luxuriated in the silence and warmth of his embrace, in the basking perfection of afterglow.
I felt a peace and a happiness so deep and so thorough, I knew I’d never want to leave, and that I would be here—in Lucas’s strong arms, naked and gloriously well loved, breathing his scent and feeling him all around me, and happier than I had ever imagined possible—every day for the rest of my life.
