Take Me 01 - Love Me

band of her silk panties and sweeping it through the slick moisture that coated her labia.
    She thrust down on his fingers and he added one more, then another until she was practically sobbing and holding his head against her breasts.
    “Luke,” she moaned. “Yes, please, there, oh God.”
    She went perfectly still for a split second as the pleasure hit her and then she was moving again, even faster, her muscles wrapping themselves around him tighter and tighter as she exploded.
    But even as she came, he could feel her fingers working on the button at the top of his jeans.
    “Next time you come you're not going to be able to do another goddamned thing,” he growled as she pulled open his pants and reached for him.
    Her eyes opened then, and she looked at him in beautifully unfocused pleasure. “I need to have you in me.”
    He had to kiss her, had to take her, had to be with her, inside her, in every possible way. His tongue found hers just as he began to slide into her tight, wet canal. She was tighter than she'd ever been, even that first night, and somewhere in the only part of his brain that could still hold thought, he knew he was being way too rough with her, taking her too many times, too fast, too hard.
    Fighting for control, he gripped her hips.
    “We need to go slower, sweetheart.”
    “No,” she said, clearly trying to use every bit of strength she possessed to force herself out of his grip and slide down onto him.
    But he'd made up his mind. For her sake, even though it was probably going to kill him, they had to take their time.
    “It'll be even better this way,” he said, working like hell to convince not only her, but himself, as he said it. “One inch at a time.”
    To illustrate his point, he moved her body down over him just enough to cover that inch.
    “I love it when you boss me around,” she said in a breathy voice with a sexy little grin.
    Through the thick haze of his lust for her, he managed a grin. “And I love it when you obey.”
    “Only you,” she whispered in response. “I only want to obey you, Luke.”
    He throbbed thick and strong inside of her, his erection only growing bigger and harder and more demanding the more control he tried to exert over it. He had to get in deeper, had to take another inch of her sweet, slick heat. As he shifted her yet again he could feel her opening up around him, her aroused and swollen flesh both giving to him and taking from him in equal measure.
    And then she was saying, “Oh my God, I'm going to come again,” in a low, raw voice.
    Whatever shreds of control he had left were immediately lost as he pulled her mouth down to his and ravaged her with his lips and teeth and tongue. In the next breath he was in to the hilt and he was right there with her as she cried out into his mouth, his groans of pleasure indistinguishable from hers.

Chapter Sixteen

    The next day they went for a long walk on the beach and Janica filled up his pockets with seashells, exclaiming that each one was “the most beautiful one she'd ever seen.” They bought some clams and mussels out on the pier and had the messiest lunch in memory feeding each other buttery mollusks, which only got messier when Janica stopped eating and instead squirted them at him, shooting them out of their shells like little slippery missiles. His immediate thoughts about the huge mess they were making and what a pain in the ass it was going to be to clean up were quickly overridden by the need to nail her with his own uneaten clams.
    They'd ended up fully dressed in the shower, cleaning each other carefully, first with a bar of soap and their hands, and then their mouths, and then he took her up against the tile wall again. It had been a combination of playful and hot and hungry too that he'd never known existed.
    Night fell and they made burgers on the grill, also polishing off a bag of potato chips. Luke could have easily written a textbook on proper nutrition, but it was the strangest thing that instead of having less energy after easing up on the “good” stuff, he had more.
    But it wasn't the food, he knew.
    It was Janica.
    As his mid-30s had crept up on him he'd been more and more careful about diet and exercise. But with her he felt at least a decade younger. Still, when she reached into the grocery bags after dinner and pulled out a huge bag of marshmallows and chocolate and graham crackers, he decided that next time he should pay closer attention to what they bought at the