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him, could have lifted her the way he’d done that first night. But he didn’t. His eyes closed briefly but opened when she tugged his hair again, though they went half-lidded when Celia pushed up on her toes to rub herself along his bulging cock.
    She reached between them to work the buckle of his belt. The button, the zipper. His cock was in her hand a minute after that. With her other she pulled up his shirt to expose his belly. Then her shirt to do the same. She pressed her body to his, his erection caught between them. Her clit pressed the heel of her hand, a surprising delight she took full advantage of as she moved against him.
    This time, she let him kiss her.
    Open mouths, tongues dancing, the brief clash of teeth. He pushed his hips upward, his cock sliding through the tunnel of her fingers and against her belly. The motion rocked her forward and back and the pressure built on her clit, just right. Celia cupped the back of Luke’s head as his kiss skidded from her lips. Cheek to cheek, she nuzzled his ear and heard the harsh rasp of his breath as they moved together.
    No doubt, she wanted him inside her, so deep it might even hurt a little bit, but that would mean letting go, getting off his lap, taking him upstairs. There wasn’t time for that, and Celia didn’t know why, just that with every rocking thrust, every biting kiss, her body was inching closer and closer to coming and there was no way she was going to stop until she was done.
    Luke shuddered again when she twisted her hand around the head of his prick. His lips and teeth found the sweet spot just above her collarbone as his hands dug into her hips. He moved one hand between them, his thumb replacing her own hand, and that was even better, more precise. He drew in a sharp breath as she stroked him up, then down, and it guttered into a groan that turned her on even more.
    The chair shifted, rocking onto its back legs for a second while Luke pushed himself into her hand. When it came back down, just that extra bit of movement was enough to push her over. Orgasm tingled, then rippled through her. Celia was looking into Luke’s eyes when the first burst of ecstasy hit her. She cried out in a low, hoarse voice. His name.
    Luke buried his face against her neck, and again she felt the press of his teeth, the small sting of a nip. His cock throbbed in her fist. Wet heat covered her fingers, and the smell of him, so raw and intimate, eased another ripple of orgasm out of her. He gasped against her skin and held her so close she could no longer move but stayed still with the back of her hand pressed to his belly and her fingers curled around his cock.
    Half a minute passed before they both relaxed and Celia sat back. Luke’s shirt had fallen down over his wet belly and her hand, too, and she twisted around for a handful of napkins from the small basket in the middle of the table. She cleaned her hand quickly without making a big deal out of it and settled back onto his lap with her hands linked behind his neck before he could move.
    She put her forehead to his for a second, then kissed his mouth softly. Luke returned the kiss, but when it broke he put his face again to the hollow of her throat with a sigh so deep it lifted his shoulders. In the silence that felt as though it should be filled with words, Celia stroked his hair, her cheek on top of his head. She listened to the sound of his breathing slow and soft. She felt his muscles tense, then loosen as the minutes ticked past.
    â€œCome to bed,” she said finally, when her butt had started to go numb.
    She thought for sure he’d refuse her that. His eyes said as much when he pulled away to look at her. But after a second, he nodded and helped her off his lap. He stood, and if he was self-conscious about tucking himself back into his jeans or the stain on his shirt, Celia gave him the courtesy of busying herself with putting away the food before taking his hand to lead him