Free Out of the Dark by Megan Hart

along his shoulders. She parted her legs wider for him, giving him complete access, and Luke took it. He found her clit, tugged it with his lips and listened to her answering groan. He used two fingers to slide inside her, curling gently. She was slick already. Hot. His cock filled as he imagined how it would feel to push inside her.
    But first…this.
    He spread her open with his thumbs to lap at her clit; another groan rumbled out of her. He thought she said his name, but it was lost in a sigh. He tried to remember what sort of pace she liked, how hard or soft, how steady to keep his stroke. He lost himself in her smell and taste, her heat, the smoothness inside when he slipped in a couple fingers again.
    She came faster than he expected. The beat and pulse of her clit and contractions around his fingers were hard and strong, and her hips bucked. Luke let his lips just brush her as he slid his fingers free of her heat.
    When he looked up at her, Celia was blinking, her hair tumbled over her face. She’d pushed up on her elbows to look down at him. “Condoms,” she said succinctly, pointing to the bedside table.
    He remembered. He got one from the box, realized he still wore all his clothes and tossed her the package before stripping as fast as he could. She watched him, admiration clear on her face, and when he moved toward her, she gripped his cock with one hand to sheathe him with the rubber.
    Things stuttered for a minute, but only for that long, until she looked into his eyes and lay back to pull him on top of her. He guided himself inside her, and it was better even than he’d remembered. Tight pussy around him, her mouth on his, her heels hooking over his ass. Her nails digging into his shoulders and the whisper of her voice in his ear.
    â€œNow, Luke.”
    During these long months there’d been days when he’d forgotten to shower, to eat, been unable to sleep. Fucking would’ve been out of the question, too much effort for his overstressed body. Still, through it all, the memory of her touch, her taste, her scent had never left him. He’d thought about seeing her again. Of making love to her, spending hours mapping her body with his hands and tongue. Of some kind of elegance, or at the very least skill, not some haphazard fumbling like a kid getting to home base on prom night.
    She gave a low, throaty chuckle that set the hairs on the back of his neck to rising. “God, Luke, fuck me now.”
    He moved inside her. Celia arched again, then tilted her hips to take him deeper. She gasped, biting her lower lip. Her hair spread out beneath her on the pillow and she breathed out. Her nails dug deeper; she would wound him, leave her mark, and of all the scars he’d gained this past year, Luke knew he’d never get rid of the ones Celia left.
    He didn’t want to.
    She’d gone down on him earlier and given him the best head he’d ever had, but it was like his cock had forgotten it had ever been satisfied. Now his orgasm built and built, and he tried to hold off, to make it last just a little longer. To maybe at least give her the chance to come again.
    Celia groaned and clutched at him. He couldn’t feel her pussy contracting on his dick, but he could remember how it had felt on his fingers, and when she choked a small series of cries, he knew she was coming again. The thought of it tipped him over the edge, and he hurtled into an abyss of pleasure so intense he thought he might very well have died and gone to someplace beyond.
    Only for a couple minutes though, before the real world swirled back into existence around him. He’d collapsed on top of her, and though she wasn’t protesting, he moved to the side to keep from crushing her. She sighed when he did, and turned on her side to look at him.
    â€œI’ll always let you in,” Celia said, and Luke believed her.
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    Celia’s mother was a mistress of laundry folding, and she’d