Hannah lifted her T-shirt from the bottom, pulling it up and over her head. Trying to quash any self-consciousness at the thought of his connoisseur’s gaze on her very average body.
She pulled the material free and let it drop to the ground. Lukas was staring at her. Her breasts felt heavy. She reached for the clasp at the back of her bra and undid it, pulling the lacy garment off and letting that drop too.
Up to now her larger than average breasts had always felt like a hindrance, but under Lukas’s awed gaze, she felt like a goddess.
Lukas took her hand. ‘Come here.’
He led her over to the bed and sat down on the edge, pulling her between his legs. He put his hands on her waist, spanning it easily. He moved them, up over her waist to her ribcage, and cupped her breasts, testing their weight in his palms. They were too big, the flesh spilling out around his fingers, but he didn’t look remotely put off. He brought his mouth to one pebbled nipple and teased it with his tongue before covering it with his mouth, blanking Hannah’s head of any more concerns, except that he not stop doing what he was doing. Ever.
She speared her hands in his hair. He was undoing her jeans now, keeping his mouth on her flesh while he tugged them over her hips and down her thighs. She stepped out of them blindly. Now all she wore was her underwear. A lacy wisp of fabric.
Lukas took his mouth away and stood up. Hannah’s legs were wobbly. He pushed her gently back onto the bed and then reached for her underwear, tugging them off. He stood back and looked at her.
She was naked. Spread before him like some kind of offering, and for a moment emotion threatened to bubble upwards. Hannah pushed it back down. No room for emotion here. This was just physical.
Wind and rain lashed at the windows. Hannah barely noticed. As if answering a silent plea, Lukas opened his jeans and pulled them down, along with his underwear. Now he was naked too and Hannah took him in. Every gleaming, honed inch.
And then down. To the center of his body. Where he was hard. Her insides tightened with need.
‘Move back a little,’ Lukas instructed.
Hannah did. He put his hands on her knees and pushed them apart, opening her up to him. Baring her completely. Body and soul. No, not soul, she amended desperately.
She lay back and stifled a groan when she felt his hot breath against her inner thigh. And then higher. Every nerve seemed to be straining towards him, aching for his touch.
He parted her slick body with his fingers, and Hannah held her breath as he explored her, first with one finger and then two, finding a rhythm that had her hips jerking convulsively towards him. He reached up and put a hand on her breast, trapping her nipple between two fingers as he explored her with a thoroughness that made her dizzy with lust.
Just when she thought she could take no more, Lukas squeezed her breast and put his mouth on her, flicking her clitoris with his tongue, and Hannah exploded into a million pieces. She didn’t even hear herself calling out hoarsely for mercy as she fell into a pulsating orgasm that went on and on.
When she could put a coherent thought together again, she lifted her heavy head to see Lukas rolling protection onto himself. Even after what had just happened, she could feel her muscles spasm in response to what she was looking at.
A virile man in his prime who wanted her.
He came down on the bed beside her, and looked at her. Her heart turned over. He asked, ‘Ok?’
She nodded. She was more than ok. She was awed. She reached up and touched his jaw, feeling the stubble. ‘I want you, Lukas.’
He took her hand and pressed a kiss to the palm. Another heart somersault. He said, ‘Just for one night, isn’t that what you said?’
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