I was already well aware. Getting there was the problem. I pressed down another inch, slowly feeling the pressure shift into pleasure. I closed my eyes. “Fuck me,” I whispered.

“That’s the idea.” I opened my eyes to see Luther’s goofy grin. I shook my head at him, and he laughed. “What? I’m not allowed to make a joke while I’m fucking you?”

“Not if it’s going to distract you from the task at hand.”

He smirked, his eyes glossy with need. “Believe me. I can do both.” He pushed his hips up to meet me, the last bit of his cock sinking inside. I cried out as his tip reached places I didn’t know existed. “I’ve made you laugh. Now I’m going to make you come.”

Luther placed a hand on either side of my waist, lifting me up and down on him. Each time he pulled me up, I’d groan with the loss of friction, and every time he’d pull me down, I’d cry his name. I was still sensitive from the crazy basement sex, so it wasn’t long before I felt the familiar pleasure build. I locked eyes with him, and I knew he knew. He picked up speed.

I could feel him everywhere, stretching, fucking, hurting in such a good way. The pressure was becoming unbearable. He watched me, his eyes growing darker as he controlled his own release. And then my name slipped out between his lips, a combination sigh of relief and moan of pleasure.

That single word was my undoing. I gripped his shoulders as I shuddered and came, my body riding the waves of my orgasm. Beneath me, Luther gripped my skin as he pistoned his hips into me, his cock driving impossibly deeper. He cried my name again, this time more of a growl than a prayer, and he clung to me as he came.

Holy hell. We had been missing out.

I rested my head against his shoulder, enjoying the way it moved with his breath. Luther’s touch had been soothing since day one, and sex with him had made it even better. I turned to look at him, his hand still stroking my calf.

“Luther?” I asked, a thought occurring to me.

“Yeah, sweetheart?” He looked at me, those big brown eyes reflecting nothing except love and devotion. How had I missed those emotions all this time?

I snuggled deeper into his embrace. “If you weren’t weirded out, why did you run?”

He sighed, and tapped his fingers on my leg for a minute while he thought. “Have you ever had a dream so big you thought it would never come true?”

“Yeah, of course.”

Luther’s hand paused on my skin. “Seeing you downstairs with both of them was one of those dreams for me. And having it come to fruition…that was just too much for me to handle all at once.”