Take Me 01 - Love Me

that there was no more holding back.
    No more trying to be in control.
    He had to take her.
    Had to make her completely, irrevocably his.
    And as she pushed her tongue against his, he thrust himself all the way into her.
    His amazed realization— Jesus, she's taking all of me— was utterly secondary to the sensation of being wrapped so tightly in such snug warmth.
    Pulling back from her mouth, he had to look at her, had to see the woman who was doing this to him, who was taking him apart from the inside out.
    Her eyes were open as she looked at him as if in wonder, her pupils dilated with pleasure, and she was so beautiful.
    So incredibly beautiful.
    Not able to take his eyes from hers, moving as slowly as he could with the blood boiling in his veins, he began the slow slide back and then forward again. With every stroke her body opened up to his a little bit more, a flood of fresh arousal lubricating his path inside of her.
    He'd never felt pleasure like this. Had never known a woman to be so strong and yet soft all at the same time. Had never wanted to look into someone's soul and know that there was a place for himself there.
    Because he swore that's what he saw when he looked into her eyes.
    A hundred times over the next minutes as they moved together, he could have come. Explosively. But, goddamn it, now that he was where he'd thought he wanted to be, right there on the verge of exploding in her willing body, all he wanted was to give her pleasure.
    Knowing it was going to nearly kill him to leave her body, he forced himself back into the cool air.
    Her eyes were unfocused with pleasure. And now, confusion. “Luke?”
    “You're beautiful,” he said against her lips, before taking them in a quick, hard kiss.
    “So are you. But I want you inside of me again.”
    Lord, he wanted to be inside her again too, but he needed to give her this first. “Not before you come, sweetheart.”
    “I can come like that.”
    About to kiss his way down her sweat-dampened naked body, he stilled and held her gaze. Another smile, this one full of sensual promise, came with his response.
    “Good. Then you'll come around me the second time.”
    At her swift intake of breath, he moved his lips and hands quickly over her sweet breasts and rock-hard nipples, down across her belly, then slid his mouth back over her mound. Knowing he couldn't bear this torture for much longer, he sucked her into his mouth at the same time that he slid first one finger, then two into her.
    She cried out his name as she arched into his mouth. And this time when he felt her inner muscles tighten on his fingers, instead of pulling away, he focused in on her swollen, heated flesh.
    Her entire body tightened beneath his hands, the tendons in her thighs tightening around his head, as she circled in on her orgasm. He felt the rapid spasming of her vaginal muscles clamping down on his fingers a split second before her cry of pleasure sounded into her bedroom.
    Jesus, she was tight. And strong. Knowing he was about to be back inside of her, knowing she was going to come again around him, knowing that she was all his for at least one night, had him almost climaxing onto her bed cover.
    He'd never moved as fast as he did right then, to get back inside her, and as soon as he pushed his head inside of her, he realized she was even tighter, even hotter, even wetter now that he'd finally let her come.
    Thank God at least he knew he wasn't going to hurt her, because he couldn't hold back this time.
    Letting loose all the pent up lust for Janica that he'd carefully corralled for the past five years, maybe even longer than that, he drove himself into her, high and hard. Her slick flesh stretched open for him before closing back in a perfectly snug clasp. She was still coming, her muscles grasping him in rhythmic bursts as he thrust into her again and again.
    Her eyes were squeezed tightly shut as she took everything he gave her and somehow managed to give it back in equal measure.
    He'd never taken anyone so ruthlessly.
    As if she could read his mind, Janica hissed, “Harder, Luke. Please. Harder,” her hands gripping his shoulders tightly, her legs wrapped tight around his waist.
    His balls tightened almost painfully at her desperate appeal and it was pure instinct to take her ankles in his hands and push her legs up high, so that they were resting on his shoulders. There'd been too much of a risk of hurting his previous lovers with deep penetration to ever do the