I don’t know how this happened—is it happening? Is Luc’s finger inside me? It is. And it feels better than any dream… and there have been so many dreams.
But this is real, my brain screams through the haze as his thumb finds my clit and pushes gently against it as he slides in and out with two fingers now. My hand slides upward over his thick, long shaft… so long and thick… I didn’t even dare dream that…
My own thumb rolls over his tip, which is slick with his own desire. Desire for me. We play with each other, slowly, erotically and sleepily for minutes—long, timeless minutes. His slow prodding of my body has me tingling. I bend, my head pushing back into the pillow. I have never felt such an intense ripple of pleasure. Our lips are pulled apart by my movement and he doesn’t like it. He lets out a hiss of air and strains, moving his body up and over—closer—forcing our hands away from each other’s bodies.
He’s lying on top of me now, as he pushes his hands into my hair and covers my mouth with his. We grind into each other. Our hands start roaming with more urgency than before. He’s touching me everywhere—my neck, my belly, my hip, my breasts. I’m running my hands over every inch of his bare flesh too—his back, his biceps, and his ass. Somehow, at some point, he’s slid my underwear down my thighs and I’ve tugged his shorts to his knees. And I’m panting but still lost in a sleepy euphoria with heavy, closed eyelids and a foggy brain.
I bend a knee and my lace boy shorts slip to my ankle and then one leg is free. My leg slides back up and hooks around his waist. He puts his hand on the inside of my other thigh and pushes it sideways, making room for his legs between mine. We kiss more… again… still… it’s all so confusing and I’m overwhelmed by the fact I have never wanted anyone more in my entire life. Luc—my Luc—is naked on top of me, begging for entrance.
His lips kiss my temple as he pushes slowly—so slowly—into me. He’s big and thick. He has to slowly rock in and out a few times before I can welcome him completely, but then it happens—Luc Richard is inside me. Every nerve ending in my entire body flares and sparks at the feeling, the emotion. My eyes slowly open and he’s looking down at me through half-open lids.
I curl my head into his shoulder and nuzzle him. He kisses me and our tongues dance. He softly runs his hands into my hair and I cup the back of his neck and our bodies don’t move. We’re just joined, unmoving, like statues.
Eventually, I don’t know how much later, Luc slides out a little and back in. And when he does it I tilt my hips under him. And this slow dance goes on for an eternity. A torturous, decadent eternity. But as our breathing picks up so does our pace. It’s not fast or furious; it’s still delicate and deliciously erotic, just with more direct intent. It’s like subconsciously we’ve come to terms with what we’re doing and we both are reaching for the common goal. He keeps his body flush over mine, our skin touching everywhere, our groins creating a glorious friction. His pelvic bone rubs my clit with every push into me.
“Ma Fleur…” he pants softly, his lips at my ear.
“Mmm” is all I can get out because the friction on my clit is all-consuming and I’m barreling toward the blissful, black oblivion of orgasm. It ripples through me violently and everything—every part of me—deliciously clenches. He lets out a small, deep moan and every part of his body quivers as he comes, pushing into me with three last hard thrusts. Just as suddenly my muscles liquefy and his must too because his body is limp on top of me. I kiss his shoulder and he gently kisses my cheek as his head slips onto the pillow beside me. He’s still inside me. I never want him to leave.
His heartbeat hammers against mine, which is hammering back. It feels like two people pounding on a door from different sides. That’s my last thought as his breathing slows and mine does too and we slip back into sleep.