Lucky In Love Part 2 — Diana Davis

Did you miss the first chapter of Lucky In Love? Read it here.

“Gorgeous…..Ahh, that’s it, sweetie, looking really sexy right now….that’s my girl….spread your legs a little more, hon….you are sooo beautiful…” He snaps one photo after another, the camera lens almost touching my hot, melting cunt. Click, click, click. His studio walls are lined with pictures of me. They are mostly erotic. It turns us both on. “Just breathe, beautiful. Relax.” I try but it’s difficult for me amidst the mix of emotions and sensations I am experiencing right now.

Although my eyes are closed, I know his face is just inches from my tingling mound and that he is intently studying my femininity. It takes me out of my comfort zone and I feel exposed, embarrassed, and vulnerable, and yet, at the same time, worshiped, adored, and accepted. I am always reluctant to let him look, at first, feeling uncharacteristically shy about being examined so completely. But I am also always very, very turned on by the intensity of his gaze when he does this.

I feel his long fingers gently spread my labia and I gasp. But I know he won’t let me come just yet. He’s still getting off on looking at and photographing the intimate areas of my body that seem to fascinate him. He calls it “exploring” me. He says that he is “memorizing me”. I feel my skin flush as he snaps another close up of my clit. Sweat beads on my forehead under the hot, bright studio lights.

His tall, lanky body is naked and the tip of his cock glistens with the sweet honey that has escaped to prepare him for the inevitable conclusion of our intimate photo shoot.

“Luke”, I beg, “please lick me now”. I am very aroused right now and resist the urge to snatch the camera away and press his face into my liquid pussy.

“Soon, sweetie.” Click, click, click.

Finally, he smiles and puts down the camera. I know what comes next and my body quivers with anticipation.

He slowly looks my naked body over from head to toe, eyes finally resting again on my seriously swollen pussy.

“Baby, you’re driving me crazy,” I pant, getting frustrated now.

“You know what to do, hon,” he whispers and I willingly spread my legs wider for him. Slowly he bends down to kiss me gently.

“Mm mm,” I savor his lips on mine and kiss him hungrily. Ever so slowly again he bends over me to suck my erect nipples, working his way down to my waiting pussy.

I let out a sigh of contentment as his lips surround my clit, which is hard as a nail under his busy tongue. He sucks gently and sensuously on that succulent little bit of female flesh which brings so much pleasure. I feel the orgasm start to build. Of course, he senses this and slowly backs off with his tongue.

“Just hold on to the feeling, pretty girl. Stay with it.” Luke and I share an interest in Tantric sex and love to practice our version of the ancient sexual technique of delaying orgasm.

I feel the heat in my groin subside and Luke again begins to suck my glistening cunt. Each time I get close he backs off, urging me to wait. When I start to feel overwhelmed he just holds me and kisses my eyelids for a bit until I’m calm again. I lose track of how many times I’ve almost fallen over the edge into bliss. Sometimes we do this for hours. He is an expert.

He always knows when I’m ready to be released from this state of heightened sensation with a mind shattering climax. I am now almost incoherent with desire. Right on cue, he flicks his tongue back and forth across my clit until I come hard, arching by back and grinding against his face.

I reach for him, passionately kissing his lips and greedily lapping up the sweet juice from his face and chin. He holds me as I feel my heart rate gradually subside.

“Nice, baby, very nice.” I jump, startled to find that Jason is in the studio.

“Sweetie, are you sneaking up on us again? You know this is Luke’s weekend.” I chide him gently. They used to fight over me, competing for my attention, which eventually got irritating, so I sat them down one day in my office, like two school boys. I suggested that each of my “boys” would get one weekend per month of alone time with me, and it was Luke’s turn now. Our unique relationship sometimes requires unique methods to maintain the status quo.

“Haven’t you ever heard of knocking, Jay?” pouts Luke.

“I did,” replies Jason with his his big, beautiful smile. “You two were kind of busy.” His erection is evident underneath his sweats.

“Out!” I say firmly to him. “It’s your turn next week.” Jason can be very persistent and persuasive and Luke is getting impatient.

“Just stroke it for me, Baby, please?”

“Jason, you know the rules,” I say gently, feeling kind of sorry for him. I know he’s really horny right now. But I also know that Luke is the more sensitive one and he really values his one-on-one experiences with me.

“Out!!!”, I repeat. He makes a face and turns to leave. I hear him chuckle to himself as he closes the door. He just loves to stir things up.

Alone again, Luke and I turn eagerly to each other.“It’s all about you now, cowboy,” I whisper, sliding my tongue softly into his ear. “You know what to do, baby.”

He lays down on his stomach and spreads his legs. I start at the nape of his neck where his soft hair curls a little, and gently kiss him. Moving slowly along his spine, I kiss each vertebrae lovingly. He is now starting to breathe harder and I know that he is very hard.

I part his sweet ass cheeks and start to lick his puckered little opening. He moans and grinds his cock against the mattress. Pointing my tongue, I dip it into him and he shudders.

A few minutes of my tongue get him so hot that I know it’s time to turn him over. I wet my hand with my saliva and begin to play with the tip of his hard prick, that sweet little spot right on the end where the ridges come to a “V”. I like to think of it as the male clit. My head is on his shoulder as I stroke him there.

“Baby, I can hear your heart beating,” I whisper.

“It’s yours, Alex.”

We look intently into each other’s eyes and I squeeze his shaft, gently at first, and then harder and faster. He is close to the edge, so I relax my hand and squeeze gently and rhythmically. I love driving him wild like this. My pussy is getting hotter and wetter as I repeatedly bring him close to orgasm. I know he will take care of me later if I ask him to but right now I just want to enjoy the swollen heat between my legs and the feel of him in my hand.

It is now dusk and the studio is in shadow. I feel his hot cream moistening my tits and belly. I pump him until he gives me the very last drop.

“I want all of it, baby. Give it to me.”

Spent, he relaxes into my arms and I hold him to me tightly. The afterglow is so beautiful with Luke. I know how much he craves this time of tender holding and touching, almost like he needs reassurance that experiencing such intense arousal is safe, that it’s okay to lose control, to be vulnerable. But, as a psychologist, I have a tendency to over-analyze so I stop myself and cup his cheek softly in my hand.

I hold him until the slow, steady rise and fall of his chest tells me he is asleep. Quiet I slip out of bed, put on one of Luke soft t-shirts, and tip toe to the study. I am too much of a night owl to sleep yet and I have unfinished paper work to do which I brought home with me. While my laptop boots I pour myself a glass of Chardonnay and light a cigarette.

Curled up in Lukes big, cozy armchair, I think about him asleep in the next room and smile, feeling like I am watching over him, guarding his slumbers and I wonder if he is dreaming about me.

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Did you miss the first chapter of Lucky In Love? Read it here.

Diana Davis is from North Carolina. She began writing erotic fiction several years ago as a hobby and an outlet for creative expression. She recently decided to share her work with the public. Diana is currently working on an anthology of her short stories containing some of her personal favorites.

Read Diana’s other sexy stories published on Every Night Erotica here.