He doesn’t need any more urging, thankfully. He sits back on his knees and pulls his tie over his head and his half-unbuttoned shirt goes next. I quickly undo his belt and his pants and he crawls off the bed and lets them fall to the floor. I stand up too and untie the halter top of my dress; it slips down and pools at my hips before I shimmy out of it.
He cups the back of my neck with one hand and kisses me breathless as his other hand unclips my bra behind my back. I try not to smirk that he’s skilled enough to do that one-handed. Luc is way more advanced sexually than me, as his earlier maneuvers proved.
I had waited until I thought I was in love to have sex. I didn’t regret that but that meant I’d only ever had just one partner. Sex with my ex was good. I enjoyed it but we were what I now know was very basic. And my ex had never tried to go down on me even though I had given him a few blow jobs. I didn’t complain at the time, probably because I had no idea how mind-blowing it was. Then again, I don’t know if it would have been with anyone but Luc. And he isn’t just my first in sexual ways. He is my first in emotional ways that I don’t dare tell him about yet—like my first and hopefully only soul mate.
He reaches out and pulls the sheets back and falls into the bed, pulling me with him. I land on top of him and my hair creates a curtain around us while we kiss. He rolls us so he’s on top of me now, the weight of his body pinning me to the mattress.
“Luc… I want you inside me,” I breathe into his ear before I kiss the sensitive spot where his jaw meets his neck.
He moves his right knee to join his left between my legs and balances on one hand while his other moves to guide himself into me. I feel his tip and then his length as he glides slowly inside. My body shifts and I twist my hips a little in order to make room for him.
When he’s reached his limit, completely engulfed in me, I sigh and he lets out a tiny grunt and we look at each other. His brown eyes are dark and he runs a hand through my hair as he shifts his hips. I feel him move inside me. I shift my hips. Before long, we’re moving, fast and frantic. He’s propped up on his arms, his head tipped down so he can look at us joined together. I watch the muscles in his arms and shoulders flex as he moves and run my hands over his beautiful body.
I shift my hips, tilting my pelvis and curling my back with every down stroke. On the last thrust, I tighten the muscles in my core, squeezing his cock inside me, and his head snaps up to find my eyes.
“That’s fucking amazing,” he gasps. I do it again. And again.
He moves even faster now. Harder. Deeper. I whimper with the pleasure of it.
“Rosie, you’re going to make me come… I can’t stop…” He lets out his adorable gasp-grunt and his arms give out. His body lands on top of me, sweaty and warm, but he continues pumping. The heat of his body and the friction of his pelvic bone gyrating against my clit is the final straw. I come hard and fast.
“Holy fuck… oh fuck…” Luc whispers harshly as he feels my warm flood against his still-erupting orgasm.
After a minute we’re both completely still. I smile into his shoulder.
“You’re perfect,” he sighs into the pillow.
“We’re perfect,” I correct him sleepily.
I’m teetering on the edge of sleep. The feeling of his naked body on top of mine is creating the blissful warmth inside me, like euphoria but gentler… heavier… and then…
“We should get back down there,” he mumbles. “I can go first if you want to rest a little longer.”
Reluctantly I open my eyes as he pulls away from me, taking that blissful feeling with him, and sits up. His eyes look like caramel, his lips are pink from all our kissing but they’re turned down in a small frown. “Sorry, Fleur. I wish I could stay up here, but half the town is at the wedding. Someone is going to notice a bridesmaid and groomsman are missing.”
I wish he wasn’t right but he is. Plus, I think there’s also the other half of the town milling around at the hotel lounge across the lobby from the ballroom we’re in. The Garrison boys are well known and well loved in this town. People treat them like celebrities, and a chance to see them, plus their hockey-star friend Luc, has attracted looky-loos.
“You go first. I’ll come down in a bit,” I murmur and give him a small smile because he’s so fucking hot all naked and remorseful. Besides, this isn’t his fault. It’s the way it has to be.
He leans forward and kisses my shoulder softly before standing up and putting his suit back on. I watch him, wrapped up in the sheets, trying not to wish this was different. It’s still better than nothing.