Holy crap. I knew Lukas wouldn’t be a gawky teenager, but this man before me is beyond my fantasies.

“But right now,” he continues, “I have much more important things to do with my eager mouth.”

He doesn’t give me a chance to wonder what those things could be and has me taking his place on the couch in a flash. The sight of him kneeling before me is so hot that—forget butterflies—there’s a flock of birds in my stomach, struggling to escape.

Lukas removes my heels expertly, and for a second I wonder how many times he’s done that. I’m about to repeat my question from earlier and ask him how many women he’s been with in our four years of marriage.

Yeah, because I’m a masochist like that.

But when his hands rest on the waistband of my jeans, I forget everything.

With the deft flick of his fingers, he unbuttons my jeans and pulls the zipper down. I push up and he tugs on my denim, peeling them away from my body.

Lukas has me in my lingerie in seconds.

His hands drift upward from my feet, leaving goosebumps in their wake, until they rest on my knees. And when I think I’ve become familiar with his touch, he pushes my legs apart and tips me back.

I fall against the throw pillow, one leg over the cushioned arm and the other held in his tight grip.

“Lukas!” I squeal.

After throwing a grin at me, which has my heart rate kicking up another notch, he leans forward and kisses the inside of my left thigh, so close to the elastic of my panties.

“Oh God,” I murmur as he switches to my other leg.

“Sit tight, Autumn, we’re just getting started.”

His hands curl around my ankles, and he pushes my legs back so that my knees rest on either side of my head.

I’d thought we would be on the bed the whole night. Maybe share some hot kisses. The extent of my imagination on sex was limited to giving Lukas a blow job and trying something more than missionary.

But this…

God, what even is this?

Lukas’ lips make contact with the cotton of my panties just over my sex, and I forget my last name. He pushes aside the fabric, and when his mouth touches my skin, I can’t help my nervous moan. “Lukas.”

This isn’t how I ever dreamed of my first time. I thought it’d be awkward and weird.

Lukas hums and I feel it inside me. His tongue lightly flicks my clit, and I can’t think straight. He tears my panties from my body and goes for the kill. “Fuck, you taste good.”

“God, Lukas.” I throw my head back. My legs open and close as he plays with the pressure of his kisses and tongue. “I…I can’t hold it any longer.”