by Harlow Layne
“What do you want? You’re going to have to spell it out for me here Luke. I can’t risk taking anything the wrong way. I hope you understand.” I was desperate to hear what he had to say and utterly terrified at the same time.
“This,” he rumbled, his voice like gravel before sweeping his full, soft lips against mine.
My eyes closed in happiness and longing, only opening once he pulled back, much too quickly. I wanted to tug him back to me. I already missed his lips and the heat of his body.
“Tell me this is what you want.” His eyes were heavily lidded as he gazed at me from under his long lashes.
I had no words for how much I wanted Luke to kiss me in that moment, so I answered him the only way I knew how. My lips crashed against his and when he moaned his pleasure, I slipped my tongue inside only to meet his in the best kiss of my life.
Soft, full lips against mine kissed across my jaw and down my neck as I pressed my chest to his. I wanted to climb in his lap, but I couldn’t help thinking this was only the second time I’d been with Luke and I was about ready to jump him. Had I turned into a slut? First, sleeping with Matt the night I met him and now this?
“Stop thinking,” Luke murmured as his mouth trailed wet kisses across my collarbone.
“Do you think I’m a slut?” I blurted out. Luke told me to stop thinking, not to ruin the moment, so of course I had to say something.
His mouth left my skin, and I immediately wanted to take back my words.
Taking my hand in his, he asked. “Why would you think that?”
“Because even though we’ve been getting to know each other we’ve only been in each other's company in LA and today. When you think of it like that, it seems fast.”
“Don’t think of it that way. Yes, it’s true we haven’t spent much time together, but we’ve been getting to know each other and what I’ve gotten to know, I really like. Do you want to fight the pull we feel toward each other?”
“No, but I don’t want you to think less of me tomorrow either.”
A sad smile crossed his face before Luke leaned in and brushed his already swollen lips against mine. “You don’t have to worry about that with me. I’ll never think less of you for anything you will or won’t do, sexually or otherwise. I wish you’d been raised in Sweden or anywhere in Europe. Your views on sex and your body would be so different, but mostly I blame your ex-husband. It wasn’t right to want one thing sexually from you and then make fun of you afterwards for giving it to him. I can see how that would shame you into repressing yourself. I want to bring out your sexuality in a positive way. Show you what a man is supposed to give his woman, in and out of bed. Will you let me?”
How could I say no? I wanted to give all of myself to Luke, but I knew it would take time. I couldn’t get over the way I had been taught to think overnight.
Instead of speaking, I stood and pulled the zipper down at the back of my dress and then shimmied out of it leaving me in only my barely there black lace bra and panties.
Reaching out, Luke brushed up and down the outside of my thighs, pulling me closer and skimming a little higher each time, until his fingers grazed underneath my breasts.
Looking up at me, his eyes were heavy and full of lust, and I knew mine mirrored his. Never had I wanted a man so badly in my life. Stepping in between his legs, I skimmed my hands down and then up his shirt, feeling the ridges of each muscle as they tensed at my touch. The muscles I’d been dreaming about since I met him. Slowly I unbuttoned his shirt starting from the top, leaning in to kiss each new inch of skin revealed to me.
Once his shirt was off I straddled his lap, bringing us skin to skin. Our overheated bodies slid against each other as I ground down on his rigid cock.
With his mouth on mine, Luke stood from the couch and made his way to the bedroom, my legs wrapped around his trim waist. Lowering me onto the bed, Luke traced the tip of his finger from the arch of my foot slowly up, until he reached the seam of my lace panties. Leaning down, he placed an open mouth kiss right where I wanted him before he pulled back and traced the other leg. I couldn’t help but writhe in his bed as he took his time torturing me.
“I’m going to show you what you’ve been missing. Your body’s mine and I’m going to worship at its alter.”
I couldn’t help the shiver of pleasure that traveled through my body as I leaned up and cupped the back of his head, bringing his mouth to mine. Our tongues danced as we learned each other's taste, my teeth grazed his bottom lip before sucking hard.
Luke moaned, setting my body on fire, arching up to meet his. He cupped my breast through my bra, brought his mouth down and sucked my nipple into his hot mouth. The fabric was wet and rough, a striking contrast to his mouth causing it to stiffen and ache with want.
My fingers brushed across his chest, feeling the light smattering of hair, and his rippling abs. Going lower, my hands found his belt and franticly tried to undo the clasp.
“Slow down. We’ve got all night,” Luke said before taking my other breast in his hand, pulling down the cup to lightly bite and then gently soothe the ache with his tongue.
With his pants off, I ran my hands around to squeeze his firm ass. My hand slid around to find him hard and long as I stroked his velvety length. Luke growled against my breast before he licked, sucked, and nibbled his way back to my mouth, eliciting another moan from me.
Luke dipped two fingers inside and, finding me ready, pumped them in and out while his thumb circled my clit. Crying out his name, I lost myself to him. My body clenched, arching up into him as my orgasm seized me. Shaking in his arms, I chanted his name over and over with each new wave of pleasure until I was a puddle of sated bliss underneath him.
In the dim light coming through the window, Luke seemed content as we stayed on our sides while I caught my breath. He ran his fingertips up and down my back, down my arm to my fingers and back again. The pattern repeated itself over and over as I came down from the haze of my orgasm. With only his fingers, Luke had given me the best orgasm of my life and I couldn’t wait to find out what he could do with his tongue and cock.
My traitorous mind fought against my body’s blissed out state while my heart pounded a furious beat in my chest. I wanted to bask in the moment of feeling sexually fulfilled and the fact that Luke wanted me, but inside my mind, my past kept screaming at me that pleasure wasn’t about me it was about the man. Luke would get tired of me if I didn’t satisfy him.
Kissing my temple, Luke spoke softly into the dark. “Are you okay? You’re thinking so hard I can feel it.”
I chuckled darkly. “That bad, huh?”
“I would like to think that I know you pretty well, even when I can’t see your face. It’s strange because most of the time you’re as easy to read as an open book and other times, I feel like I couldn’t make a guess even if I were psychic.”
“I sound like a pain in the ass.” My head burrowed deeper into the crook of his arms. “To answer your question, I’m perfect and not as the same time if that makes any sense. Internally I’m battling bullshit that’s so engrained in me I wonder if I’ll ever be over it, but I don’t want to darken your doorstep with my silly problems especially since it’s your day.”
Long arms wrapped around me pulling me tight against Luke’s warm body. “If you don’t want to talk about whatever’s bothering you, I’m not going to make you. I only want the answer to one question. Can you give me that?”
“Yes, what do you want to know?” There was very little I wouldn’t give Luke in that moment.
Burying his face in my hair, Luke squeezed me tighter. He seemed nervous, but I couldn’t imagine why until he asked. “Do you regret what we did?”
Without thought, I answered with conviction, “Never.” It was the truth. No matter how long Luke and I were together I would never regret a moment of being with him.
My arms had been pinned between us and now that my lust induced haze was gone, I realized how cold I must have seemed as I laid be
side him like a limp noodle. I wiggled one arm out of Luke’s hold so that I could rub his back. It wasn’t sexual in nature, it was to put both of us at ease. We were quiet for a long while, our fingers and hands stroking and caressing the others back.
“When I was young, my grandfather used to always rub my back. For me it’s always been a soothing gesture. Platonic, I guess you would call it.”
Brushing the hair away from my neck, Luke moved onto rubbing my scalp and running his fingers through my hair. I wanted to fall asleep in his arms and stay there forever, or until I had to go back home on Monday. The voice in the back of my head still said I needed to please Luke even though I had no clue how to make that move. I was out of practice and worried that I wouldn’t please him the way that he’d pleased me.
“Platonic? Why do you say that?”
A cough of laughter escaped, but it did seem like a strange choice in words. “Decker, he thought that if he rubbed my back, it should always lead to sex. It was payment for providing something I liked. At first, he would ask if I wanted a massage and why wouldn’t I want a massage, so I said yes. It didn’t get me in the mood. In fact, it probably hindered me from getting horny. I associated it with my grandpa and that’s just gross. It didn’t seem to matter to him when I told him. He knew I liked it and used it against me.”
“I can see how that the association would be a turn off. If you think I’m rubbing your back and head because I want sex that’s not the case. There are no strings attached to my touch. It’s pure affection because you’re finally in my arms and we only have a short time together.”
I wasn’t sure whether Luke meant we’d only be together this once or that our time was short, but we’d see each other again and continue this. In that instance, I decided I would worry about it another day, like when I got back home and could over analyze everything.
“If I ever meet your ex, I’m going to punch him in the face and kick him in the balls. The things that he put you through.” I could feel him shake his head against the bed. “What he still puts you through with your son.”
“Thank you, and I just might take you up on it. I worry about Mason so much when he’s with his dad, and how this is going to affect his life and who he’ll become.”
“From what you’ve told me, I don’t think you have anything to worry about. Mason sounds like a great kid that can see through his father’s bullshit. You’ve done an amazing job with him and I know it hasn’t been easy.”
“Luke,” I choked out. “Don’t say such sweet things to me if you don’t want me to fall in love with you. I’m not used to nice words.”
My lips clamped shut when I realized what I’d said. The last time I mentioned the ‘L’ word it hadn’t gone so well. I decided to quickly change the subject.
“I wanted you to know because I enjoy your touch immensely and it makes me want to fall asleep in your arms, and…”
“I understand,” Luke cut me off. I wasn’t sure he did, but I would take him at his word. “I take no offense. I want to learn these things about you and for you to feel like you can tell me anything without consequence.”
“There’s something about you Luke that makes it easy for me to talk and open up to you. It’s refreshing not to feel as if I have to bottle up my feelings so that I won’t have to feel the wrath of expressing myself.”
Rolling me to my back, Luke held himself above me with his weight on his forearms. Peering up, I could see the smile on his face even in the darkness. I’d put that smile there, and I wanted to continue to do so. Running his nose along mine, one of Luke’s hands spanned my ribcage and trailed down.
“What if I were to caress other parts of your body such as your legs, stomach, or breasts? Would you still feel the same way as when I rub your back?”
What he wanted to know was did any touch turn me on and I didn’t blame him for wanting to know.
“I wouldn’t feel the same way if you were to caress other parts of my body.”
Nuzzling my neck, he replied huskily. “I’m glad we cleared that up.”
9
Settling down further between my legs, I could feel Luke’s hard length press against my thigh. Knowing he wanted me made my body arch up and feel him against every inch of my overheated skin.
My hands roamed over his bulging biceps and around his shoulders before trailing down. As my nails lightly scratched over his nipples he moaned, spurring me on to let loose and give both of us what we wanted. I knew that Luke would never make fun of me for what I wanted to do to his body.
“This bra needs to go,” Luke rasped out as he slid the strap off first one shoulder and then the other. I couldn’t agree more. “Are you on birth control? I don’t want anything between us. I want this to be special.”
“I’m on the shot. The last one was a month ago,” I answered as my lips trailed the contour of his jaw.
“I’ve never had sex without a condom. I’m clean.” His voice was gravelly from lust. His teeth grazed my collarbone down to my nipple taking my aching flesh into his mouth and sucking until I felt it down to my core.
“I’m clean. I got tested even though we used a condom every time.”
“If you’re uncomfortable, I’ll use one, but I want to feel every inch of you inside and out.”
“I want that too,” I moaned into his mouth.
Luke slid down my body, nudging my legs wider with his broad shoulders, his large hands followed until they spread my sex open wide. I was open bare for him and before I could feel uncomfortable, his hot tongue swept through my folds and he moaned. With Luke, all my inhibitions were forgotten as he claimed me and made me feel alive for the first time in my life. He made me feel beautiful and unashamed of my body. A body that was far from perfect after having a child.
Pulling me further down the bed and deeper onto his face, Luke plunged his tongue inside of me, penetrating me in one swift movement.
“Fuck me, you taste divine,” Luke growled.
My hips rocked lazily at first, feeling his mouth devour me, his thumb rubbed my clit as we both moaned. Luke into my sex, and me into the night.
I clenched around his tongue, my legs shaking against his shoulders, my body vibrated with my second orgasm of the night. My fingers pulled Luke’s hair as I threw my head back and screamed his name.
Before I could catch my breath, Luke had his mouth on mine in a desperate kiss. It was hard and frantic as he bruised my lips with his. Twirling his tongue with mine, I tasted the sweet tang of my juices.
Reaching down, Luke stroked his cock a couple of times before gliding it through my folds and hitting my already sensitized bundle of nerves. My body automatically lifted to him. I needed him in me like I needed my next breath. When his tip reached my opening, Luke slid into me inch by glorious inch.
It was safe to say that Luke had the largest penis that had ever graced my body. When I thought all of him was in, he would keep going as my insides stretched to accommodate him. For a moment, I was scared. I wasn’t sure all of him would fit.
“Oh, God, you’re so tight,” Luke moaned from above me as he watched where we were connected. His movements were slow as he watched me stretch and suck him in with each thrust. “We fit perfectly together,” Luke grunted as he drove back inside of me. “Do you feel it?”
“Yes,” I panted. My hips moved up and down in tandem to meet his in a sensual rhythm. Lost in sensation, my body moved without thought. I let myself go, throwing my head back as Luke continued to slide in and out of me in a luxurious tempo. There was no hurry as we felt each other's bodies for the first time.
“Yes,” I moaned as he hit a place inside me that made fireworks light up behind my eyes. “Right there. Keep doing that.”
My hand snaked down between us, rubbing my clit faster as my impending orgasm hurled toward me. I moaned and cried out, noises I’d never made before during sex, and with each one that came out of my mouth, the freer I became.
“Luke,” I cried out, scratching do
wn his back as my whole body clenched around him, shaking and shuttering with the most powerful climax of my life. Luke swallowed my cry with his mouth, his tongue following the same rhythm as his hips. A few more thrusts before he stilled, buried deep inside of me. He groaned out foreign words and bit against the skin of my neck, his body collapsing on top of mine.
After a few minutes, Luke slid off me, rolling onto his back, pulling me along with him. Our legs were tangled together, and I could hear his heartbeat slowing down from its frantic pace only moments ago.
With my cheek to his chest, I could feel Luke’s silent laughter.
“What’s so funny?” My eyes were still closed; a smile on my face. I was beyond sated. I wasn’t even sure if I’d be able to walk later since my legs still felt like jelly and I hadn’t even moved yet.
“I thought you were going to be timid our first time, from the stories you’ve told me about your ex-husband. Instead you blossomed right in front of me. It was spectacular.”
“Yes, it was.” I agreed, as I snuggled deeper into his embrace. A shiver ran through my body as my heated skin cooled.
“Would you like to take a bath with me? Warm up and…”
“And?” I laughed, lifting up on an arm and looking down at him. I couldn’t see much in the dark with only a sliver of light coming through the windows. His body was big and broad, tan and smooth. Luke was gorgeous, even in the dark, and somehow we fit together perfectly.
“You might be a little sore in the morning. If you soak now, it might help.”
Luke was right that I might be sore tomorrow, and I didn’t want it to ruin our day out and about in the city. I’d never taken a bath with a man before and it sounded lovely.