Calling Me Home by Louise Bay Page A

then hooked her thumbs into her panties and peeled the fabric from her skin. Instinctively, her legs closed, and I looked up at her face. “Show me,” I said.
    “Luke . . .”
    “Show me.”
    She parted her thighs, revealing her sweet pussy. I knelt down in front of her and pushed her knees wider. She leaned back, her elbows against the breakfast bar. She was already wet enough that I could see the moisture glistening around her slit. Had she been sitting here thinking about me? Waiting for me to come back and do this to her? The thought made me groan.
    I dragged my thumbs along the juncture of her thighs, holding off delving my tongue right into the core of her. I hadn’t recovered fully from my sprint home, and I wasn’t sure I’d be able to catch my breath while Ashleigh was naked. She was everything I’d never realized I needed.
    She took my breath away.
    I blew across her folds.
    “Luke.” She grabbed my head with one hand. “Please.”
    “Please what?” I loved hearing her dirty words. They were more evidence that the Ashleigh spread out in front of me was not the Ash that I’d know my whole life.
    “Please. Lick me, suck me, fuck me. I need it.”
    Her words had the effect they always did, and I got a little dizzy as blood rushed to my cock. I grunted and pushed her legs wider.
    “Move in with me.” It was an unfair question—I was holding her to ransom, but I didn’t care how I got my way, just that I did. I grazed my teeth up her inner thigh, torturing her, needing to get her to the point where she was so desperate for my tongue, my cock, my fingers that she’d agree to anything.
    “What?”
    “You heard me. Move in with me.”
    “Luke.” She shifted on the stool, pushing her hips forward. I pulled back, withholding what she needed.
    “Say you’ll move in.”
    “Jesus, this isn’t fair. I want to feel you.” Her voice was breathy and desperate.
    “I want to taste you,” I replied, my words humming against her skin.
    “Yes, please, Luke, yes. I’ll move in. Just please . . .” Her words were sharp and desperate, and the sounds caused a surge of blood to my dick. I couldn’t hold back any longer.
     
    Ashleigh
    I was a slave to Luke’s touch. The things I would do for it. I was going to have to find a way of backtracking. We couldn’t move too fast, couldn’t move in together. With my arms wrapped around his back and my body still limp with the aftershocks of my orgasm, Luke carried me into the bedroom.
    “I need to shower,” I said.
    “Afterward. I have to get you dirtier first. I need to be inside you without any distractions.”
    He let go of me, and I slid down his body, backing up onto the bed. “Turn over. On all fours. I just . . . I’ll try to . . . Jesus, I’m going to lose it.”
    I loved that he wanted me so much he couldn’t control himself. “Don’t try to do anything. Just have me as you want me.”
    “I don’t want—”
    “You’re not going to hurt me. I want you to show me how much you need me.” I turned around, positioned myself on all fours and looked back at him. I was desperate to be fucked by him, to feel the length of him inside me, thickening, hardening. It was a powerful feeling that created a weakness in me at the same time.
    “Fuck.” He grabbed my hips, pushed into me immediately and stopped. I gasped at the feel of him. Each time it was unexpected how he filled me, as if I were made only for him.
    His breath was hot on my skin as he ran his nose along my spine, gathering his strength and sliding his hands from my waist to my shoulders.
    “I’m addicted to how you smell. It reminds me of . . . home.” He bit down on my shoulder and sucked until it hurt and I was begging him to fuck me. “And I love to taste you.”
    I was sure he’d left a mark. I shuddered at having a semi-permanent reminder of him on my skin.
    “Please. I want it.”
    “Tell me,” he whispered in my ear. He liked me to talk to him, said he wanted to hear my