by C. A Ellis
“This little beauty is a Bentley GT Turbo.”
“Oh,” I said, “great.” Luke chuckled at me, and just as we hit the main road, he put his foot down.
Chapter Nine – Lizzy
Luke takes me to work and we kiss goodbye. He waits until I get to the door of the office building where Sinclair’s is situated, before he shouts, “Bye, Angel! Best shower ever this morning. See you tonight.” My cheeks flame as I turn toward him and shyly wave; when he sees he’s achieved the desired effect, he smiles that million-dollar smile, blows me a kiss and pulls out into the rush hour traffic on the way to his office. I’m surprisingly on time for work; it’s exactly nine o’clock. Normally, I just like to get in very early, enjoy my coffee and get up-to-date with emails while the office is all quiet.
The offices are buzzing with activity by 9am, so my day at work begins, and I feel a bit disorganised. With a smile, I think, I actually couldn’t have asked for a better start to my day. Because of that, I’ve got a spring in my step and an enthusiasm to work hard. I just want to get through the day and get home, because I’ve got a plan. Oh, yeah, I’ve got a plan for my man. Grinning at my silly rhyme, I get on with my day.
Just as I guessed he would—because it is very often the case—Luke called and said he has to work a bit later tonight, so I leave work on time, hail a taxi and rush home to set up his surprise. As soon as I’m through the door, I throw my bags down and run upstairs to turn the shower on. I really should stop all this rushing around; I don’t want to get all red, hot and sweaty. Well, not until later… I giggle at my cheeky thought.
What a long way I’ve come. Luke seems to have done what therapy never could and given me my life back. Once undressed, I step into the shower. Thinking of this morning, my mind starts to wander, but I haven’t got time for reminiscing, so I get my head in check and wash the day away.
Once I’ve finished and am smelling of vanilla, I step out of the shower and pat myself dry. I apply my shimmery body lotion to create a sexy sheen on my tan skin—yes, it’s going to be that kind of evening.
Whilst my hair is still wrapped in a towel, I apply a little tinted moisturiser, I pinch my cheeks for a natural, sexy blush, I apply some mascara to my long lashes and lastly, I apply a berry lip-gloss. I look back at myself in the mirror and bat my eyelashes. I really don’t know what a gorgeous specimen like Luke sees in me, but at least I’ve got the naturally made-up look I’m trying to achieve.
I unravel my hair from the towel and rough dry it, throwing my head this way and that, and when it feels completely dry, I throw my head back. It looks slightly wild and sexy—just perfect for what I have in store—and I spray over some dry wax for the perfect shine. I forgo any perfume since the vanilla fragrance of my shower gel all over my body is enough; I wouldn’t want to overdo it and have Luke coughing and spluttering all over me when I’m trying to seduce him.
Seducing Luke—that’s a laugh. Just one look from him and that’s enough foreplay for me; to be honest, a lingering look from those eyes and it could be game over for this girl. I’m chuckling as I head over to the closet to retrieve the bag which holds the perfect box, and as I lift the lid, the perfect shoes glint and wink at me. I slip them on carefully. Oh, my goodness! They look and feel fantastic, and I feel so special. I walk back to my vanity—well, actually, I sexily strut, because that’s what these shoes do to me; I feel more sexy and confident with them on my feet. I pull out a lacy thong and matching bra I think will suit the mood of tonight. I look at and feel the exquisite material of the underwear.
I am biting my bottom lip in thought, and with my new-found shoe confidence, I slowly place the underwear back in the drawer. Just as I do so, my phone pings, alerting me of a new text message. I pick it up, seeing it’s from Luke; he calls it his five minute warning when he drives home separately from me. I know he hates us not travelling home together, but very often he finishes up at work considerably later than me. So he always texts me when he’s five minutes away so I can be waiting at the door with his kiss and huggle; he always says he cannot go another minute without it.
Luke: Hey, Angel, be home in 5. You know what to do.
I text back my usual reply, which consists of a smiley face, hearts, hugs and kisses so he won’t get suspicious, and then I have one last look at myself. I slowly step down the stairs before placing myself in his favourite seat. Luke always sits here if we’re relaxing, and very often, I curl up on his lap here too…but not tonight.
I twist my bottom slightly to one side, cross one lean leg over the other and relax my body back. I keep my arms loosely resting on the armrests, and that is when I start to panic. What am I doing? Is this a good idea? What if he walks in with one of his brothers? Maybe I should just go and slip the underwear on—then I wouldn’t feel so self-conscious, and I really wish I had time for a quick glass of wine for a bit of Dutch courage. My mind is so busy with all these thoughts that I almost miss hearing the key in the door. Too late now, I think to myself, so with a smouldering look to my eyes, I plaster a slight pout to my lips and watch as Luke walks through the door. I can see his brow is furrowed, as I’m normally at the front door waiting for him. He’s halfway through, shouting, “Hey, Angel, where—” when he spots me. He got the Hey, Angel bit out just before the rest faded into his jaw dropping.
“Hey, baby,” I say in my sexiest drawl, “I’m so glad you’re home. I’ve been waiting for you.” Luke’s shocked face is now changing as he delivers his knockout smile, but this time, his smile doesn’t quite reach his eyes, as they are undoubtedly full of pure desire. He stalks over and stands in front of me, and as he does, I uncross my legs, place my hands on my knees and push myself up slowly so I’m standing right in front of him. Throughout this whole manoeuvre, Luke doesn’t take his eyes off of mine until I am looking up at him, but much more closely to being eye-to-eye in my heels. He is slowly looking me up and down, devouring me with his eyes, taking in every inch and just the way he is looking at me—with such love and passion—immediately makes my core clench.
I meet Luke’s eyes once more and slowly pull his loosened tie over his head, and then drop it to the floor. I return my hands to his shirt and start to unbutton it torturously slowly. God, I just want to rip it off, but here I am, slowing things down because I know if he touches me there…it will most certainly be game over for me.
I reach the lower buttons and pull the shirt out of his trousers, and as I pop the final button, I push my hands up over his taut abs, over his tight pecs and then up onto his shoulders, pushing the shirt off whilst Luke undoes his cuffs. The shirt is swept from his body, so now I just have his magnificent torso in front of me. How is he keeping so calm and in control? I am so turned on right now, and I’m so drenched with arousal that I can now feel the wetness on the tops of my inner thighs. In fact, Luke wouldn’t even have to touch me there; if he touches me anywhere I’m going to explode.
I start to give him light kisses while undoing his belt and zipper. When his suit trousers fall to the floor, he quickly whips off his boxers before we continue our kissing, which is steadily becoming more and more passionate. Luke holds my face in his hands and takes control of the situation, deepening our kiss even further. Hang on a minute; I have got to get control back! It’s odd for me to have the thought—as I normally like Luke taking control—but this is meant to be his thank you present, so I need to be back in the driver’s seat.
I slowly pull away from our kiss, and Luke looks me straight in the eyes. I can tell he’s slightly confused, but as I start lightly fanning kisses across his cheek and down his neck, his eyes widen knowingly. I bend slightly; taking my loving caresses down his torso, adding a few licks and nips along the way until I reach his belly button. I am just a bit too tall in these shoes for where I want to go, but I don’t want to take them off.
An idea springs into my mind, so I sit back down on his favourite chair, and bingo! I’m the perfect height, so I pull Luke to me with my hands around the b
acks of his muscular thighs. I know I’m acting like some sort of sex goddess who really knows what she’s doing, but I am actually really nervous. I am so comfortable with Luke, and our sex life is fantastic, but I do sometimes feel slightly inadequate, because as much as I don’t like to think about it, it’s a fact he is very experienced sexually.
At first, I used to think I wouldn’t be enough or know enough to keep him interested, but Luke is a very caring, considerate lover, so when I mentioned my worries to him, he put my mind at ease instantly, saying all the sexual acrobatics in the world wouldn’t turn him on as much as just being with me does. I remember him laughing, saying I just need to walk into a room to make him hard. Seeing me blush at this statement, he went on to describe the emotions he feels inside when we make love, explaining it’s like our hearts are in it too, filling with love with each movement. He said it felt like the love overflows during our orgasms, and I totally understood it, because that’s exactly how it feels for me.
I’ve always wanted to perform oral sex on Luke, but again, with my lack of confidence I would always talk myself out of it, thinking I would be rubbish at it, or do it wrong or something. Katy always laughs at me, saying, “You can’t suck a guy’s dick wrong; just get hold of it and get your mouth around it, that’s all they want.” Well she could laugh at me all she wanted, but I wasn’t going to do it until I felt ready, because of course I wanted it to be great for Luke, but I wanted it to be a pleasurable experience for both of us. So this is my plan—the shoes and giving Luke a big thank you in a way I know will mean a lot to him.
Now he is in front of me though, and I can’t think of anything. All I’m aware of is being so turned on right now from what I’m about to do, that I’m practically dripping on the wooden floor. I will just have to go with instincts here. I reach out and touch Luke gently, and I hear a low, sharp intake of breath from him. I clasp my hands around him and stroke his impressive erection softly with my fingertips. I lean in to him, and lightly lick the tip of this huge part of him that is standing to attention in front of me. I pull my head back again, taking in every detail of this intimate piece of my man. I look up at Luke, and he is looking down at me with pure lust.
He strokes my hair and while I keep eye contact, I lean in again for another taste. Luke’s hands abruptly stop stroking. I look back to his manhood I’m clasping and see a bead of his arousal oozing out of him. Instinct takes over again as I lick it away, and Luke stills completely. I lick around the ridge of the head and just underneath, where I know he likes to be touched. He exhales a huge groan of pleasure.
One hand is still holding him while I lick along his length, then back to the tip and around it. I continue with this licking mantra, while my other hand finds his swollen, tight balls and I start to caress them gently. “Ah, shit, Lizzy,” Luke moans. I take this as a good sign as I continue to caress, and I start to move my other hand up and down his shaft. Occasionally, I lick to keep it lubricated, but mainly my tongue stays focused on the tip and ridge around the head, because that’s where I get the most amazing reactions from Luke. Every time I get these reactions from him, I feel myself clench with desire. Who knew this could be so amazing for a woman too? What have I been missing out on with my beautiful man?
I open my mouth and get my lips involved too. I rub the tip of his erection around the outside of my lips before my mouth goes around him. As my hand comes up his shaft, it meets my lips. Luke’s groans become more frequent and I can feel his hardness throbbing, his heartbeat calling to me with its pulsating rhythm. Then there’s the intoxicating fusion of him, tongue, lips, fingers and wetness. The cadence is extreme now, and my movements are harder and more persistent, up and down, and all the while I’m unconsciously grinding myself into the chair.
All of a sudden, Luke grabs my hair, tugging so it almost hurts whilst shouting my name over and over. It’s then I feel his salty blast hit my throat, and I instinctively swallow as Luke and his thrusts start mellowing. As I carry on with lighter licks and kisses, he has a few, small aftershocks, which he seems as surprised about as I am. I mop up any residue from around my mouth with my fingers before looking up into the eyes of my beautiful man. Still lightly panting and out of breath, he catches my eye and pulls me up, lacing his fingers through mine.
“Wow, Lizzy, that was amazing,” he whispers. I coyly look at him, doubting his words even though I can still taste the evidence of their truth. “Seriously, Angel, that was out of this world. See how great sex is when there are hearts involved?” I nod, knowing exactly what he means. Luke turns around and sits himself in his favourite chair, clearly spent.
I sit on his lap and curl myself up with him, my head on his chest, listening to his erratic heartbeat after our sexual endeavours. I can feel his eyes watching me, so I look up into them.
“I love you so much, Lizzy.”
“I love you too, Luke, probably more that you’ll ever know,” I reply.
Leaning down to kiss me, he whispers, “I know, Angel. I know,” and then his lips are over mine and I melt.
As our slow, loving, sensual kissing starts to turn into a passionate battle of fierce tongues and nibbling teeth, I can feel Luke harden against my thigh. Wanting to continue pleasing my delicious man, I turn to straddle him. I’m sure I could actually have an orgasm just from kissing Luke with how intense it is sometimes. My hands are in his hair and his hands are on my waist as our tongues thrash before almost melting into one. I position myself over him and he slowly pushes himself into me.
I press myself onto him, and then pull myself back up slowly, then again, down and up. As I move, his hands grip my hips as he helps me make love to him. The slow pace we’re trying to keep doesn’t last. I can feel my orgasm building, and with the extent of how turned on I’ve been, combined with all the kissing and now this amazing feeling of him inside me, I know any second this volcano is going to erupt. As I look right into his amazing blue eyes, it flips something inside me. My movements become faster, and when I slide up his length, I grind into him as I come down. I realise my inhibitions are completely gone as I’m riding my beautiful man.
My name is his mantra as he calls it over and over. My gasps and moans become louder, and my arms are up and I’m grabbing at my own hair. “Oh, Angel, come with me.” Luke’s words are my undoing as I scream out, and the waves of love and pleasure rage through me. I clench around his cock and he shouts out, “Ah fuck, Lizzy! Yes!” I love his sexual ramblings in this heated moment.
As we come down from our intense orgasms, Luke’s breaths are ragged and I’m seeing stars. I lean forward to kiss him gently; his eyes are still closed as my lips touch his, and as I pull away, he has a small smile on his face. As he opens his breath-taking eyes, my stomach flips. “What are you smiling about?” I ask, smirking.
“What can I say? I’m a guy with a lot to smile about. I’ve got a gorgeous girlfriend who I adore, she has great shoes and she does wonderful, sexual things to me,” he answers, grinning wildly as I flush.
Chuckling, Luke says, “Look at you now, wildcat, taking advantage of me with your shoes and your nakedness. Things have changed somewhat, I recall, since the first time we made love.”
I’m now blushing wildly. “Luke, stop it,” I say shyly. As he slides out of me, I curl back up on his lap with my arms around his neck. He kisses the top of my head and then stands, lifting me up with one arm around my back and one under my thighs. With my arms still around his neck, I snuggle my head into his chest as he takes me up to bed. Luke lays me down on the bed like I’m made of glass. He takes off each shoe, placing them carefully in their box.
I slide under the sheets, and as Luke slithers in beside me, I snuggle into him thinking before the last few months, I hadn’t slept properly in four years because of all guilt and nightmares I’d suffered. With those thoughts in my mind, I drift off into a peaceful, dreamless sleep.
The alarm wakes me up; I look around the room, disoriented. I move my hand around on the bed next
to me, but Luke’s not there and the bed is cold, so he’s been up a while. I sit on the edge of the bed and stretch. Looking down, I laugh at my nakedness and think of Luke’s comments the night before. He was right; I certainly have come a long way since our first moments of intimacy we had shared. His shirt from yesterday is on the chaise in our room; he must have tidied up from last night’s adventures. I quickly put the shirt on, smiling and thinking how great our evening was.
I enjoyed every minute of it, especially having Luke in my mouth. I surprise myself at that thought. I giggle and make my way downstairs; I’m famished. As I enter the kitchen, Luke spins around but he avoids my eyes; he’s on the telephone. I hear the tail-end of the conversation, which is Luke saying, “Okay, if it’s ready, I’ll be over, but not until after work.” The other person must be saying something, but Luke cuts them off with, “Look, I’ve got to go. I’ll see you later.” He then hangs up abruptly, and for a split second, he’s frowning.
He then locks eyes with me, and with that amazing smile he lights up his face, and lights me up along with it. He looks absolutely gorgeous; he is wearing a crisp, white shirt, which accentuates his tan skin, with light blue cufflinks attached and a light blue tie. The colour of the tie is making his eyes even bluer and more piercing than normal. He really is so beautiful. He must notice me staring, but he greets me with his usual, “Morning, Angel.”
“Morning, is everything okay? I ask.
“Yes, everything’s great,” he replies, sauntering over to me and wrapping me in his arms. “That shirt looks better on you than it does on me.” Luke smirks, clearly trying to change the subject.