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Lily

M y brain and body are on overdrive right now as Luka slowly pulls back before slowly pushing back in. It stings, but still, I’ve never felt this kind of pleasure. That bit of pain only heightens the pleasure. The orgasms I’ve had by my own hand don’t even remotely compare to the sort of bliss I feel between my legs right now.

My mouth opens without my permission. “Did you know that it’s more about girth than length?” I ask. I silently scold myself, but then I realize asking the question helped calm my racing mind.

Luka doesn’t miss a beat—or a thrust. “Oh, yeah?”

I nod as another long moan leaves my lips. I can’t stop making that noise, and it doesn’t hurt that the sound seems to spur Luka on. “Vaginas are covered in stretch mechanoreceptors, which means it reacts less to the length and more to the girth because of the act of stretching the vagina walls.”

“Stretch receptors?” he asks as he swivels his hips and makes me see stars.

“ Yes , exactly!” I answer breathlessly.

I latch onto his biceps and plant both my feet down on the bed. I use the bed as leverage to match him thrust for thrust. It doesn’t feel as tight anymore, so the pain has subsided. Somehow, I was able to accommodate Luka’s substantial size—in width and length.

“Is my girth sufficient for a proper stretch, Love Doctor?” he asks with a smirk, his movements quickening slightly when I outpace him .

I break out into a sweat. My back is tight, and my thighs burn, but none of it matters. Not when he’s about to send me into orbit again.

“More than. It’s perfect .”

He suddenly stops and flips us in one fluid movement that leaves me dizzy and my heart racing. Before I can react, he slips back in, and the position change causes more pressure and even more pleasure than I can imagine. I cry out, unable to stop myself.

“In that case, I want to see you ride my perfect dick.”

He smirks again as he watches my eyes widen, but I don’t shy away. I place my hands down on his chest, which is lightly dusted with dark hair. My core tightens at the sight of him under me.

I shift my hips back and forth to adjust my legs and test out my mobility. When I’m satisfied that I can move my hips in delicious circles, I then slowly move up and down to test how that feels.

Conclusion?

It’s all a-freakin’-mazing.

I find my rhythm, up and down, a slow circle with my hips, then I grind down to stimulate my clit. Over and over until my legs shake and my breathing becomes rapid.

Luka watches me ride him intently, his neck muscles tightening with what I assume is tension from him trying to hold his orgasm at bay. He reaches up and plays with my breasts, one at a time, circling the areola and then pinching my nipple.

Every time he pinches me, every time I circle my hips and grind down on him, it brings me closer to the brink of orgasmic bliss. My core tightens, my legs burn, and my mind purges anything and everything that has nothing to do with chasing this pleasure. Even my thoughts quiet and become singularly focused.

“Let go, Angel. I’ve got you.”

His words spark a visceral reaction as my body lets go at his command. At first, I’m silent, my scream locked deep in my throat, but as the second wave of pleasure hits, my vocal cords unlock to unleash a sound I’ve never made before .

Luka reaches up and grabs the back of my hair, arching my head back as he continues to pump his hips. “So fucking beautiful.”

My entire body spasms as I come down from the highest high I’ve ever felt. Holy smokes. Luka becomes impatient, pulling me down tight against him as he screws me senseless from below. I want to moan, scream, something, but it feels so good it takes my breath away.

After a few more moments, his entire body stiffens, and his cock swells inside me, causing me to gasp. His hips still, and his eyes close. I feel the moment he lets go, each of his spasms rippling inside me as his release finds him.

I plant a soft kiss on his jawline and work my way over to his lips. They find me first, and he pulls me into a long, sweet, and sensual kiss that prolongs the incredible warmth flooding my body.

When we finally break apart, he gently pulls out, and my hips settle into a more comfortable position as my head finds his chest.

“Did you know your brain doesn’t control the impulse to ejaculate?” My randomness never ceases to embarrass me.

He strokes my hair, and a low, sweet hum vibrates his chest. “No, I didn’t. What controls the impulse?”

I close my eyes as tears accumulate. If I didn’t love him before, I would have no chance of not falling for him now. He gets me, and he accepts me for who I am—a nerdy bookworm who likes to spit out random, obscure facts at the most inopportune times. For most guys, my weird facts right after sex would be a turnoff, but Luka doesn’t seem to bat an eye.

My voice is low and hoarse when I answer. “Your spinal cord.”

“Really? That’s cool,” he says with a hint of amazement in his tone.

“Yeah? You don’t think it’s weird?”

His eyebrows furrow as he looks at me. “That my spinal cord tells my dick to shoot off?”

I throw my head back, laughing. I shake my head. “Not that part.”

“I don’t understand. Which part?” he asks patiently.

“The part where your girlfriend tells you random facts about how your penis works after we just had sex for the first time. ”

He nods. “ Oh , that part.” His voice sounds a bit too serious to me.

My stomach drops for a split second before he wraps his arms around my waist and flips us once again. It happens so fast. I don’t even know how he did it so quickly, but I now lay on my back with him hovering just inches above me.

“Do you know one of the things that I love most about you?” he asks.

I pull my bottom lip in as I shake my head.

“I love how smart you are.” He leans down to kiss my temple. “I love how you’re going to be able to use that big brain of yours to help so many people. I don’t want you ever to change because that would mean you weren’t you. Lily McKenna, the smartest , most caring person I know.”

A tear spills onto my cheek as I smile. “You promise you don’t think I’m a weirdo?”

He lifts one shoulder nonchalantly, a playful smirk on his face. “I never said that.”

I laugh and gently slap his chest. “Luka!”

He grabs my hand and kisses my palm. “You’re my weirdo.”

His words settle the uneasiness in my chest, and I realize that it doesn’t matter what anyone else thinks because I’m his, and he’s mine.

I fall asleep like that. Cradled in his arms.

Happy, content, and utterly satisfied.

A loud screech followed by a bang sounds as I’m thrown forward. My hands dart out in front of me for protection, but a tight band across my chest stops my momentum.

For a moment, there are no sounds, no movement. Nothing. It feels like my body is suspended in the air for a brief second. I feel weightless and terrified. I’m thrown forward once again, and this time, the sensation of falling consumes me .

My arms reach for anything I can find, but nothing feels solid. As soon as I touch something and try to grab it, the surface disappears. My legs feel confined and heavy, even though my body feels light.

The weightless sensation dissipates and is replaced with something as close to suffocation as I can imagine. My body jolts like it just slammed into a brick wall at a hundred miles an hour. My breath is stolen from my lungs.

An intense burning ensues, and as soon as it lets up, I scream. I scream bloody murder because it feels like I’m seconds away from losing my life, and I’m not ready to die. Not like this, not when we’ve barely had a chance to love each other.

Everything goes black, and in the dark recesses of my mind, I hear him calling for me.

Lily! No! No-no-no! Not like this. Not now. Not ever!