I assume his question is rhetorical and remain quiet until he smacks my behind hard with his open palm. "Answer me."

I feel a rush of wetness in my pussy from the slap. What the hell? Why does that make me wet? My ass is still stinging where he smacked me. "No, I didn't know you were thinking about my ass." It's a little hard getting the words out, I'm so distracted by everything. His mouth, his hands, the pressure building between my legs. "I didn't think you even remembered my name week to week. I assumed you were just reading my name tag."

His thumbs pinch into my butt cheeks and spread them as he licks up the crease of my ass. Oh my God.

He turns me so I'm facing him. "Sit." He's pressing on the top of my thighs till my butt hits the edge of the bed. "Cup your tits, Sophie." I do, immediately. They're warm in my own hands, full, my nipples hard. Luke spreads my thighs and moves between them. "Pinch your nipples, play with them." Our eyes lock as I obey.

"I seem to recall you mentioning a fascination with my fingers earlier," he says as he runs his index finger down my crease.

"Oh, God." I flop back onto the bed, mortified that he's bringing that up, and focus my eyes on the ceiling. But I don't let go of my breasts, continuing to caress them as he talks.

"Is it a fascination with my hands as a whole?" He slides both palms under my thighs and caresses them up and down before lifting my legs until my knees are bent and my feet are on the edge of the bed, parallel to my bottom, then he pushes outward so I'm splayed open in front of him. "Or is it a fascination with a specific finger?" He places the tip of a finger inside my entrance and rims the opening. "Or is it my thumb, Sophie?" His breath is hot against my skin as he speaks. "Do you imagine my thumb in your ass as I fuck you from behind?" His thumb is moving across my tightened bud. "Which is it, Sophie? Which of those things did you fantasize about?"

He slaps my pussy, splayed open in front of him, hard. I moan as I feel my own wetness leak out of me. "What did I tell you about answering me?" he demands. "What did you think about when you got yourself off?"

"I thought about all of it," I admit. "Except the thumb thing, that never occurred to me. But I'm open to it," I add.

"You filthy girl," he murmurs, before I feel his hands under my thighs again, holding me open as his tongue makes a long wet swipe over my pussy. My thighs tighten reflexively but he's got me pinned open and rims my asshole with his tongue too.

"Luke!"

He laughs and circles my clit with the tip of his finger, around and around. I can feel more wetness pooling as he moves the tip of his finger inside of me and repeats the rimming motion, stretching me with his fingertip. His tongue travels back to my clit and he circles around the bundle of nerves until I think I will go insane. "I like this pussy bare, Sophie," he says between circles. I'm whimpering and making all sorts of crazy sounds that would mortify me if I had any control right now. "So naughty." His mouth covers my entire mound and I about lose my mind. "If I was keeping you I'd keep this pussy naked and filled with my dick every day. Did you wonder if I could get you off using just my finger?" He's pinching my clit between his finger and thumb as he talks.

"I didn't wonder about that, I was really confident you could," I manage to respond, but I sound like I just sprinted up a flight of stairs.

He slides his finger inside of me and then out, sliding two back in. "Fuck." He sounds gruff. "You feel so good." He slides his fingers out, then in, then widens them, stretching me. "You're so fucking tight, I can't wait to slide my cock inside of you." He slides his fingers in again, then back out, this time adding his thumb to my clit. "So wet. I wanted to finger the fuck out of you on my exam table. Is that what you want to hear? That I was as affected as you were?"

"Yes."

"I had to fight an erection when you came on my finger during the exam. That was a definite first for me Sophie.” “Sorry about that,” I manage to gasp out, my back arching on the bed. “I'm going to fuck you hard, Sophie." He's stroking his fingers in and out. A second later he slams the two fingers back in and curves them as his thumb rubs my clit and I explode. Holy fuck. His fingers continue their magic through my orgasm as he kisses the inside of my thighs.

That was the most intense orgasm of my life. I thought I had orgasms before, when I got myself off, but those were a joke in comparison to what Luke just did to me. I'm still feeling aftershocks rippling through me in waves.

He stands, leaning over me and resting his weight on his hands on either side of me as his mouth fastens around a nipple. I arch my back off the bed. These sensations are too much. I want to push him away and grasp him closer all at the same time.

My heart starts to race with nerves before he slides a hand behind my neck and kisses me. This man can kiss. None of the timid half-assed kisses or frantic kisses I'm used to from college boys. He knows what he's doing and his confidence is addicting, reassuring. I wrap my arms around his neck and run my hands into his hair and I'm afraid I might melt, he feels so good.

He scoots me back all the way onto the bed before standing and pulling his sweater off over his head. My eyes move over his chest as he unzips his pants and they drop to the floor. He's wearing dark briefs and his erection springs free as he drops them. He grabs himself, running his hand up and down the length of him. I squirm a little. He's big. Bigger than Scott and I only had him in my mouth.

Luke looks at me and laughs. I've crossed my legs while I watched him touch himself. He kneels on the bed, separating my legs and lying between them.

He pulls my hand to him and wraps it around his cock, stroking our joined hands up and down, indicating what he wants before he moves his hand to my breast, rolling a nipple between his fingers.

We go back to kissing and I rub my thumb over the tip of him. He's rock hard. My thumb runs across his pre-ejaculate and I rub it in circles with the pad of my thumb across the head. "Sophie," he's chanting between kisses. He palms both sides of my face and kisses me until I'm breathless before moving one hand to my clit and using the perfect amount of friction until I'm so wet and wanting I'm ready to beg him for more, but I don't need to because he's reaching over me into the nightstand for a condom. The package is opened and the condom rolled on with a practiced ease I don't want to consider.