I set a rhythm that's slow and deliberate at first, savoring every sensation—the stretch, the fullness, the way he hits something devastating inside me with every movement.
"That's it," he encourages, his hand sliding up to cup my breast. "Take what you want."
"You’re bossy even when I'm on top," I manage to say as pleasure builds in my core.
"Always." He grins up at me, then his thumb finds my nipple and circles it. "But you love it."
"I—oh God—" My rhythm falters as he pinches, sending sparks of pleasure through me.
"What was that?" His grin turns wicked. "Couldn't quite hear you."
"Shut up and touch me," I demand, riding him harder.
"Where?" His hand slides down my stomach to my belly button. "Here?"
"Lower."
"Here?" He traces the crease of my thigh, deliberately avoiding where I need him most. "Tell me what you want, sunshine."
"Touch my clit." I drop my head back. "Make me come."
"That’s it." His thumb finds the exact right spot, and I cry out. "That's what I wanted to hear."
The combination of his touch and the angle and the way he's looking at me like I'm everything pushes me closer to the edge. I ride him harder, chasing the release that's just out of reach.
"You're so fucking beautiful like this," Luke says, his voice strained. "Taking what you need. Using me. I could watch you all day."
"Less talking," I order, gasping. "More—oh fuck?—"
"More what?" He increases the pressure on my clit, and I see stars. "This?"
"Yes. Luke,yes. Don't stop."
"Wouldn't dream of it." His free hand grips my hip, guiding my movements. "Come for me, Harper. Let me feel you."
The orgasm hits like a freight train—devastating and all-consuming. I cry out his name, my body convulsing around him, and he groans as I clench tight.
"Fuck, that's it. So perfect." Before I can catch my breath, he flips us—suddenly I'm on my back and he's above me, still buried deep inside me.
"My turn," he says with that dangerous grin. "And I'm not going to be gentle."
"Good," I manage to say, still trembling from my orgasm. "I don't want gentle."
He pulls out almost completely, then slams back in. "Like that?"
"Yes.” I cry out when he does it again. “Yes. Harder."
He sets a punishing rhythm—deep, hard thrusts that make me see stars. His mouth finds my neck, biting and sucking marks into my skin. "Mine," he growls against my throat. "You're mine, Harper."
"Yours," I agree breathlessly, my nails digging into his back. "All yours."
"Damn right." He shifts the angle slightly, and suddenly he's hitting that perfect spot with every thrust. "And I'm going to make you come again."
Then his hand is between us, finding my clit again. "One more for me, sunshine. Show me how good I make you feel."
It builds faster this time—a tidal wave of sensation that I can't fight even if I wanted to. I'm shaking, gasping, clinging tohim as he drives into me relentlessly. I’m so gone I don’t have words for him.
But he knows. Luke always knows me.