by Desiree Holt
He trailed his fingers over her arms, his lips tracing a path along her collarbone. He licked here and there, tasting, tasting. Every place he touched her sparked with need, with desire. He pressed close to her and the heated thickness of his cock branded itself against her flesh.
His mouth found hers again, feeding from it as he moved his hands to her bra, tossing it aside and taking the weight of her breasts in his warm palms. He brushed her nipples again with his thumbs, pressing lightly before rubbing gently back and forth. Desire exploded within her, hot and wild. She met his tongue with her own and followed him in the steps of the seductive dance.
His hands moved everywhere, touching her back, her waist, her hips, the curve of her ass. He slid his fingers into the scrap of silk that passed for a thong and sank them into the cleft in her buttocks. The tip of one finger found the tight ring of her anus. Julia tensed against the intrusion but Luke continued to kiss her as if he wanted nothing more than to keep his mouth fused to hers. On an exhalation of breath, she relaxed.
He’d taken her this way only the one time, but the memory of it always shot a bolt of lust through her. Wherever she was, whatever she was doing when she thought of it, her cream immediately soaked her panties and the walls of her pussy would quiver with need. As his finger circled the tight opening, she moaned and pressed herself against him.
“I need you in bed,” he gasped, tearing his mouth from hers.
Releasing her for a moment, he deftly stripped back the covers. He followed her down, stretching out next to her, cradling her in one arm as he explored her with the other. He touched her reverently with his lean fingers, relearning every inch of her body.
Slowly he circled her nipples, feeling the tips harden at once and her breasts swell. He ran his hands over her skin, his cock flexing against her thigh as he touched each hot, secret place.
“You are so much better now.” He murmured the words, his mouth at her ear, nipping the soft flesh of the lobe with his teeth. “You intoxicate me.”
Julia lay with her eyes closed, reveling in the feel of his hands on her. She didn’t know what she had expected. Maybe a paler, weaker version of the nights they’d once shared. But she could feel heat building in her with a greater intensity than she’d ever known. As Luke drifted his hand lower, she parted her thighs automatically, giving him greater access.
The years rolled away. The remembered feel of his hands on her, in her, came surging back. Her nerve endings were rioting, her hips thrusting against fingers touching her so intimately, rasping the inner wall of her sheath. With his thumb, he unerringly found the nub of her sex. Just the touch of the calloused skin sent rockets through her body.
She forgot to be self-conscious, forgot to be nervous, forgot everything except the sensations rocketing through her. Fourteen years of separation, of denial, made her frantic to feel him inside her.
With his fingers, he probed the slippery flesh of her cunt, brushing the bundle of nerves that was her swollen slit before slipping two fingers deep inside her. She clenched around them, trying to pull him in deeper, wanting that hot shaft rather than his educated fingers. And educated they were, scraping the sweet spot just so to bring a fresh flood of her cream and drawing tiny sounds of pleasure from her.
She slipped her hand down to close her fingers over his thick shaft, feeling the drop of fluid at the slit, rubbing it over the velvety flesh with her thumb.
“Your cunt is just as hot and tight and sweet as I remembered.” His voice was rough with desire, his breath a heated breeze against her ear. “God, Julia. The minute I saw you again I wanted to lay you down and fuck you until neither of us could breathe.”
The erotic words were like flames licking at her, driving her arousal higher and higher. When he moved his mouth to hers again, she nipped at his bottom lip and was rewarded by the flexing of his cock in her grip. More fluid seeped from the slit, and again she rubbed it over the smooth head. Luke groaned and moved his fingers faster in and out of her, his thumb busy at her clit.
“I’m sorry,” he groaned. “I wanted to take longer. Make it last. The next one will be better, but right now I have to be inside you.”
“Yes,” she gasped. “Please.”
When Luke rose over her, positioning himself at the entrance to her body, she opened her legs to embrace him. Slowly, she felt his shaft, like a thick rod, easing into her. Then he was seated to the hilt and they were joined. He filled her, stretched her, rubbing at every tiny nerve in the walls of her cunt. His hands slid beneath her ass and lifted her to him. They began moving together in a rhythm that the years hadn’t washed away. Luke pulled her tighter to him, sweat beading his forehead, fighting to control himself as long as possible.
She met him stroke for stroke, lifting her hips, urging him deeper. She wrapped her legs around him to hold him in place, digging her heels into the small of his back and raking her nails over his skin.
“Open your eyes,” he commanded. “Look at me.”
When she did, what she saw in his nearly undid her. Lust. Fire. Passion. And love. The sheer emotion drove her up and up, carrying her to a plane of sensation that threatened to consume her. Deep inside her, that coil of desire unwound like a spring held too tight for too long. Julia felt Luke’s muscles tighten, felt the tension growing, saw the muscles cord in his neck.
Then they were there, both of them, cresting at the peak. Luke drove into her hard, hammering her, and she flew, fracturing into tiny crystalline pieces. Rockets exploded around her, her pussy convulsing over and over. Inside her Luke came in powerful bursts as if he’d been saving it for so long. Her vaginal muscles gripped his cock, squeezed it, and milked it as she exploded around him. Their bodies slammed into each other, shaking with the force of their passion.
In the aftermath, they lay twined together, trying to drag air into their lungs. Luke remained inside her, connected to her, and she could feel his heart hammering against her ribs in cadence with her own. It was a long time before either of them spoke. He finally eased slowly from her body and padded to the bathroom. When he returned, he carried a warm washcloth that he used to clean her gently, bending now and then to place an open-mouthed kiss on her now ultra-sensitive clit. Finished, he tossed the washcloth on the carpet and climbed back into bed beside her. Sliding his arm beneath her, he cradled her against his body.
“I guess that answers the question of whether the spark is still there.” His voice was tinged with amusement.
“No kidding.” She smiled, drained and energized at the same time. “If it sparked any more, I think I’d be dead.”
Luke raised himself on one elbow and leaned over her, placing the palm of his hand against her cheek and searching her eyes. “Here’s a question that still needs answering, though,” he said. “Where do we go from here?”
Chapter 17
Julia closed her eyes. “That is definitely the question of the night.”
“More for you than me,” Luke told her. “I know what I want and there’s nothing holding me back. But I know you have obligations you need to consider.” He rolled to the side and off the bed. “Don’t say a word yet. I’ll be right back.”
He returned carrying a bottle of cognac and two brandy snifters. “Remy Martin. The night calls for something special.” He poured a drink for each of them, handed her a glass, and raised his own in a toast. “To you, my wonderful, special Julia. And to our future?”
It was a question more than a statement, and Julia wasn’t sure at the moment how she wanted to answer it. She’d never expected Luke to walk back into her life again. So much had happened since the last time they were together, her life turned upside down. Now, unexpectedly, here he was in the flesh. More than anything, she wanted to shut out the rest of the world and cocoon herself with him, but that wasn’t possible. If they were to go forward, she needed to find a way to introduce him into her life. To her children. And most of all, to Courtney.
Hello, children. M
eet the love of my life. I had an affair with him fourteen years ago and oh, Courtney, by the way, he’s your father. Only he just found out about it.
She didn’t even know if he’d want the responsibility of raising another child. His sons were grown, his responsibilities minimal, his life belonging only to him. A rebellious teenager wasn’t exactly an “I love you” present to drop into that smoothly sailing boat.
There was also the nastiness of Rod McGuire to face. With the passage of time, she felt less and less threatened by him. But the choice had to be Luke’s. At least he’d have all the facts. All she needed to do was find the courage to tell him everything.
Walking away wasn’t an option, either. If she’d never seen him again, maybe. Especially after her efforts to find him yielded nothing, she’d accepted the fact he would never be in her life again. But now he was here, wanting them to be together again. To be working with him on a project, seeing him, being close to him, and not be with him was impossible. She needed to make some hard decisions. She groaned softly.
“Are you okay?” Luke asked, concern in his voice.
“Yes.” She smiled at him. “More than.” She clinked her snifter against his and said, with her heart in her mouth, “To the future.”
“Tell me what’s going on with you?” Luke leaned back against the pillows.
God, where to begin. “I guess my life’s pretty ordinary. The twins graduated college and are gainfully employed, thank heavens. And doing well, I might add.” She couldn’t help the touch of pride in her voice. “We see each other as often as possible, but we have busy lives.”
“They’re still in the area?”
“Oh, yes. I’ve been lucky that way.” She sipped at the brandy. “And the business has done extremely well. I feel good about that.”
“I know.” He looked at her with those dark, dangerous eyes. “Julia, you haven’t been out of my thoughts for a single minute since that last time together. I see your face in my mind the last thing at night and first thing in the morning.” A muscle twitched in his jaw. “I ran, you know.”
She frowned. “Ran?”
“When you wouldn’t take my calls, wouldn’t talk to me, I had to leave all the places we’d been together. Fortunately, I seem to have a skill that’s marketable. It seems a lot of companies are looking for people like me.”
“Where did you go?”
“Everywhere. Different states. Even a stint in Europe for a while. But I couldn’t outrun my memories or my feelings. When Connell Wilson reached out to me I saw this as kind of an omen and I jumped.”
So that was why she couldn’t find him. Her throat tightened and her hands began to tremble. She clutched the brandy snifter to still them.
“If you tell me you haven’t thought of me at all, my heart will be broken.”
He said it lightly, but she knew what he wanted to hear.
She swallowed hard. If he only knew. “Of course I’ve thought of you, Luke. Did you think I wouldn’t?”
He bent his head to hers and kissed her, a kiss full of meaning she wasn’t sure she was ready for. His tongue dusted across her lips and when she opened for him, he plunged inside as if about to swallow her whole. Instant fire blazed through her, waking up the tiny nerves in the walls of her pussy, nerves she’d thought a moment ago were sleeping after the crashing orgasm. The familiar flutter in her vaginal walls was an erotic signal that she wanted Luke badly. Again. And so quickly.
Leaning to the side, she placed the brandy snifter carefully on the nightstand. Then she reached her hand down, trailing her fingers across his stomach until they found his cock and gripped it lightly. Luke swallowed a moan, and clamped his hand on her wrist.
“Give me a minute,” he huffed. “Okay? Remember we aren’t teenagers.”
Julia laughed with delight, forgetting everything in this moment of voluptuous bliss, at the knowledge that he could respond to her so fast.
“What about your younger daughter?” Luke changed the subject abruptly, his fingers still holding her wrist. “The one Claire has with her tonight?”
“Courtney.” His daughter.
“Tell me about her. What’s she like?”
Where to begin.
“She’s a typical teenager, I’m afraid. Full of anger and rebellion. I’d either forgotten what the teen years are like or Courtney’s taking it to greater extremes than Beth or Andy.”
“Teenagers can be pistols,” he agreed. “I’ve heard girls are much worse than boys, although as you can understand, I’ve only had occasional exposure to it.”
“Only because the pitfalls for them are so much more complex.”
“You have your hands full,” he mused.
“That’s an understatement.” She pressed closer to him. “Some days I’d like to take a pill and wake up when she’s married with a family of her own.”
“I’m sure it’s been hard for her growing up without a father. And for you, having to be both parents to her.” Luke’s tone carried a mixture of concern and latent resentment. And why shouldn’t it? She’d led him to believe her life was about to be her own, that she was finally finding herself. Then, like slamming a door, she’d walked away from him without a word.
“You’re right.” Julia lifted her hand from his erection and tangled her fingers through the crisp curls surrounding it. “I felt stretched so thin all those years. Maybe I just didn’t give her what she needed and this is payback.”
“No.” Luke shook his head. “That’s not what I meant. I can’t see you as anything but a good mother, Julia. But kids react differently to stressful situations. That’s as much as I’m saying.”
“Well, this too shall pass.” She ran her hands over the familiar lines of his body. “But I think I’m through talking for now.”
Luke pulled her into his arms, holding her close to him as he explored her with his hands. He cupped each breast in turn, lightly kneading the flesh, bending his head to take each nipple into his mouth. He took tiny nips, soothed with his tongue, then nipped again. The dual sensations of pain and pleasure sent her pulse rocketing again and the insistent throb in her cunt vibrating through her body.
She reached for his cock again, gripping it firmly this time and sliding her hand up and down, feeling the hot, rigid shaft beneath the soft skin covering it, and the thrum of the blood pulsing through its veins. Luke moaned against her flesh as he continued to work magic on her nipples with his mouth. The harder he sucked, the more she pumped, feeling him flex in her fingers.
His tongue traced a wet line between her breasts down to her navel, licking the tiny whorls of flesh. Julia tightened her fingers around him, then slipped her hand between his thighs to cup his sac. The fine hair covering the skin was baby-soft to her touch and she feathered her fingers back and forth over its surface. She was rewarded with the hot press of the swollen cock against her thigh and the dampness that was the tiny pearlescent drop seeping from the slit. She wanted to concentrate on giving him pleasure, but he nudged her thighs apart and cupped her mound with his hand, pressing his thumb against her clit, and concentration fled.
“You’re soaking wet again.” He easily slid two fingers inside her and lazily pumped them. “Let’s do this.”
He slid his fingers out and flipped her over to her stomach, one hand beneath her working her clit, the other gathering her cream, and spreading her pussy wide, around her opening, and on to the tight muscle of her anus. Julia gasped and flinched at the expected intrusion, but Luke simply continued rubbing and coaxing, gathering more and more of her liquid to lubricate her.
“Relax.” His voice was rough with anticipated pleasure. “You liked it when we did this before, Julia. Remember?” He shifted so he could place his mouth at her ear again. “Remember how hot it made you? You came like a maniac.”
Julia shivered. Every response came roaring back and her body became one throbbing pulse of insistent need. Everything fell away except her and Luke, wra
pped in a black velvet cloak of sensuality. And while he rubbed and stroked, he licked her ear, trailed his mouth down her neck, grazed his teeth along her shoulder. Scattered kisses down her spine. With each touch, each caress, she became more aroused. Her body more open to him.
“Next time,” he whispered. “Next time I’ll be prepared and I’ll take you again here. Count on it.”
He moved then, pulling her to her knees. She felt hot, wet kisses on the cheeks of her ass and warm breath blowing over them and she shivered with anticipation. Pillows were plumped beneath her stomach. He stroked his fingers the length of her spine before positioning his cock at the opening of her cunt.
“Take a deep breath.” His voice was rich and thick like melted chocolate.
One strong thrust and he was completely inside her, muscles clenching around his cock. Luke’s hands were on her hips now, steadying her, guiding her, his voice murmuring, rolling over her like the slow sweep of thick molasses.
Now he moved, pumping steadily in and out of her, the friction stimulating every nerve, sensations cascading through her one after the other, stealing her breath. Her skin felt icy hot while blood rushed hotly in her veins and her heart raced madly. This was where she belonged. Right here. With him. How had she lived without this all this time? Without this feeling of being one with him? Of giving herself to him so completely? She clamped down on the thickness of him, relishing in the hot, solid feel of him. Caught his rhythm and rocked her hips with him, taking him as deep as she could. He tightened his fingers on her hips and a low growl rumbled up from his throat. She was rising, rising, rising, the black velvet swirling, the sound of flesh on flesh a punctuation to their accelerated rhythm.
She grasped the bedding as her orgasm climbed within her, seeking its release. Yes, she wanted to shout. I love you, Luke. Love you, love you, love you. In a moment she exploded, shaking with the force of her climax. Luke shouted her name and emptied himself into her in thick, hot spurts. They fell over the cliff together, spiraling and spinning until they were finally spent.
