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with; instead I found myself face to face with a creature of hunger and lust. For the first time, I thought of him not as a dude or a guy, but as a man . Seeing the heat in his gaze inflamed the passion within me, and I decided talking could wait; there were more pressing matters at hand.
    Luke pulled me roughly towards him and our mouths met hungrily. Our hands were on each other instantly, frantically pulling at clothes as though our lives depended on it. Before I knew it my tank top was pulled over my head, exposing my bra-less breasts and causing my nipples to harden in exhibitionist thrill.
    I clawed at Luke's shirt, ripping open the buttons and causing a few to fly off, making a “ping” noise as they landed on the hardwood floor.
    I threw the shirt to the ground and went to work on removing his jeans, as he pulled the yoga pants off my waist in one swift gesture, leaving me only in my panties. Soon those too were gone, and his boxers followed suit. Both naked, we made our way to the bedroom, blindly grabbing at walls and furniture for support, as neither of us seemed able to break the kiss for even a moment.
    I fell backwards onto the bed, Luke on top of me, his body grinding into mine with desire.  He grabbed my wrists and pinned them above my head. I gasped, startled by the show of force, but by no means unhappy about it. He kissed me hard and I found myself incredibly turned on by the feeling of being overpowered by him like this. I writhed beneath him, wanting him inside me more than anything.
    Luke transferred both my wrists to one of his hands, so he could use the other hand to touch me. He brought it to my hungry sex, deftly inserting two fingers inside, and causing me to tighten around them instinctively. He began to slowly finger fuck me, sending waves of pleasure up my spine as he made a come hither gesture with his hand.
    “Please…” I whispered
    “Please what?” Luke replied, teasingly.
    “Please fuck me.”
    He didn’t need to be asked twice. Luke removed his fingers from my pussy, and before I had time to miss them, he plunged into me with his gorgeous cock, filling me and caressing me from the inside. I moaned his name, now almost beside myself with pleasure.
    Before I could finish reacting to the sensation, he pulled out again, and then plunged back in once more. He fucked me with a beautiful gyrating rhythm and I strained to meet him at every thrust, my back arching with pleasure beneath his touch.
    His grip on my wrists loosened so I went to pull my hand away, but he responded by once more pinning me with both his hands, so that I was well and truly unable to escape his grasp.
    “Jesus, Luke. I’m gonna come!” I yelled as I felt the weight of the orgasm building inside me.
    “Come,” he ordered, “come for me now.”
    And with that he thrust into me hard, driving my entire system haywire and forcing the orgasm to rip through me, my senses exploding into a thousand pieces and shattering around me like so many shards of glass. I cried out and felt his body spasm with an orgasm of its own as Luke collapsed above me, spent.
     
     

 
     
    CHAPTER TEN
     
    I don't know how long Luke lay on top of me, pinning my arms to the bed, because I was lost in a post-coital daydream.
    The feel of his body on top of mine was warm and comforting rather than restrictive or claustrophobic, which was how I normally felt if a man stayed on top of me after sex. I only roused from my daydream when I felt his weight shift off me, and the feeling of restraint around my wrists disappear. We took a shower together afterward, like we had that first night he’d come over, and then it was back to bed for some serious cuddling.
    “I’m glad you came over,” I said, turning on my side to look him in the eyes.
    “Me too,” he said, “feeling better now?”
    I smiled. “Uh-huh, much better!”
    “Good,” said Luke, smiling back at me, “It wouldn’t do to have an unhappy girlfriend.” He tickled my ribs,