The belt finally came undone, and I pushed Luke’s pants down off his hips. He shimmied his waist, helping the jeans to slide down. Only his boxers remained, leaving one thin layer of cotton between us.
Instead of allowing me to remove his underwear, Luke held his hips back at a distance. Slipping his hands from the outside to the inside of my thighs, he found my panties. Moist, they were stuck tight to my skin. Luke fisted them in one hand and tugged. A little thrill went through me. Was Luke about to take the kink to the next level and rip them off?
Instead of tearing the underwear in half, he pulled them down my thighs, extending my legs to pull them all the way off. I watched, the simple sight of him in action doubling my desire.
With my clothes removed, I was left naked in bed, Luke’s legs straddling mine. Gazing down at me, he ran his hands up to my shoulders and slowly slid them down my sides and over my curves.
“I love you,” he whispered so softly his voice could have been carried in on the breeze.
I tried to suck in a breath and respond, but something caught in my throat. I swallowed hard, my eyes becoming hot and wet.
I tried again and finally managed to speak. “I love you too,” I gently said.
And that was all we needed. Nothing else mattered in the end, really. No other words or actions or misdeeds from the past could ever be as powerful as those three words.
One hand dipped between my thighs and pressed against my mound. I sighed in pleasure, closing my eyes to fully delve into the sweetness.
Luke settled between my legs, kissing up my inner thigh before licking up my very center. Overwhelmed by a sudden burst of pleasure, I cried out and grabbed his hair. He increased the pace, swirling his tongue over and over. A smooth finger slipped inside of me, teasing that most sensitive place, the one he already knew his way to so well.
My body shook, and I pressed one hand against my mouth, stifling a scream of pleasure. Luke’s free hand reached up to run over my stomach and chest, and I grabbed hold of it. Our fingers intertwined, fitting perfectly together just like they had the very first time they’d touched. My pleasure exploded, shaking through my body and making a stifled moan seep through my palm.
Luke rose to his knees, the look on his face nothing but hot desire. I took the opportunity to sit up and plant a kiss on his abs. Luke tenderly ran his hands over my shoulders, and I grasped the waist band of his boxers to pull them down. His cock popped free, thick, ready, and all mine. I ran my palm over it, reveling in the warmth and strength. Though it was a light touch, he groaned. Taking his hands away from my shoulders, he pressed one to the center of my chest and guided me back down to the bed.
With me flat on my back, Luke climbed up my body. I opened my legs for him, welcoming him, squirming as he pushed them farther apart. He smiled as he nestled between them. Guiding his cock with one hand, he ran the tip up my slit, nudging my entrance.
He moved slowly, slipping into each inch of me with ease. My walls expanded, stretching to accept his girth. With the same steady speed, he pulled out before thrusting back in again.
Luke leaned down, kissing my breasts while grinding his hips against mine. I clutched at his shoulders and arms, pulling him to me harder.
His arms. His hands. The back of his neck. The side part where his hair flipped over his right eye. I knew his body better than I knew my own, and no matter how many times I enjoyed its presence I would never, ever get my fill of it.
Luke went slower and slower, making the pleasure stretch out in that way only he ever could. I trailed my hands down to the ends of his arms, finding his palms. Eagerly, his fingers grasped mine. Holding hands, he kissed me. Our tongues danced together, enjoying the kiss that was the culmination of all the kisses before it.
My head spun from the drawn out pleasure. My legs ached from being stretched, but I enjoyed the heat. I reveled in any sensation that came from Luke’s touch, no matter if it was pure ecstasy or achingly sweet.
The pleasure doubled, and I sucked in a sharp breath. As if knowing the time had come, Luke picked up the pace. An orgasm rippled across me, going on and on. Stars spun and burst in front of my closed eyes. Luke groaned, thrusting faster, harder before his own release shuddered through him and into me.
His breath still labored, Luke rested his forehead on my chest. I rubbed my hand across his neck, enjoying the little bit of hair there. Luke stretched his arms and groaned, dropping them up alongside my head. I turned my face and placed a kiss on his forearm.
For a long time, we laid there, enjoying each moment as it stretched and evolved into the next one.
A bird called somewhere outside, its song sounding like an owl’s hoot but lighter and more open.
“A loon,” Luke murmured.
I craned my neck to look down at the top of his head. “I’ve never seen one.”
“I can take you out to look for them.”
I smiled. “You’ll take me bird watching? That’s so sweet,” I giggled.
He chuckled. “Why is that so sweet?”
“Because… that sounds like something couples do.”
His right hand clasped my left, and he brought it to his mouth for a kiss. “That’s us, then.”
I sighed in contentment, happy to just gaze at his form resting on top of mine.
“I like what you’ve done with this room, by the way,” he said.
I chuckled, more at the awfulness of the joke than at its quality. “I thought it would be good Feng Shui to just not have anything in it.”
“Mm, I like that concept. But what about the living room?”
“The living room…” I thought about it and then laughed.
“What?”
“I’ll have to move some things around.”
“Like what?”
“Well, for one thing, the seduction corner will have to come in here. Unless, of course, I decide to make this the dick sucking spot.”
He lifted his head and stared at me. “What?”
I laughed so hard it nearly hurt. “I’ll explain.”
“I hope to God so,” he grinned. “If there’s a dick sucking spot, don’t hold out on me.”
“Oh, you’ll get the chance to see it,” I promised. “You’ll be the honorary guest.”
He moved up me and kissed my nose. “I hope I’m the only guest.”
I kissed his nose back. “Wouldn’t have it any other way.”
He kissed me hard, this time on the lips. “What about you?” he asked, nuzzling his face into my neck. “Where’s the spot where I get to worship you?”
I pouted, trying my best to look seductive. “That’s wherever you want it to be.”
He growled. “Don’t talk like that.”
“Like what,” I asked, laughing over the words. “You’re the one who asked.”
“Every time you open your mouth,” he slowly said, “I start to get hard.”
“Oh yeah?” I questioned, drawing the words out.
Luke bit his bottom lip and shook his head. Curious, I wedged my hand between us and felt for his dick. Sure enough, it was already growing hard again. It jerked underneath my touch. Luke sucked in a breath and looked deep into my eyes and his cock continued to grow thicker.
“So,” I said, running my palm up and down his aroused length. “Do you want to see the dick sucking spot?”
Before he could answer, I pushed him off of me and onto his back. He was stronger than me, of course, but he went willingly, his hands going up to his sides in a sign of surrender. I kept stroking, getting up onto my knees. Dancing my fingers down, I grabbed the base of his shaft and gave it a gentle but firm stroke. Luke closed his eyes and moaned.
Readjusting my position, I leaned down and wrapped my lips around his tip. Slowly, I bent my head lower, opening up and loosening my jaw. The back of my throat opened up, and I accepted him all the way into my mouth.
Luke groaned louder, the noise making me wetter than I already was.
I sucked, hollowing out m
y cheeks until he was lifting his hips uncontrollably. I pulled away, and he groaned, then groaned again when I straddled him and sank down on his glistening erection.
Luke gasped and opened his eyes, looking into my own as I began rocking back and forth. His hands clasped my hips, and he pushed me forward and back with them, encouraging me.
I leaned forward, taking hold of the headboard for more leverage. The new angle hit a better spot for both of us, and we gasped at the same time. Luke rubbed one hand over my back, up and down, as his other hand massaged my hip.
The quick repeat of our lovemaking made me extra sensitive. Already I was panting for breath as another climax overtook me. Collapsing onto Luke’s chest so that I could mash my mouth against his, I ground harder into him.
I cried out in final release and gave up, all energy spent. My head fell next to Luke’s cheek, and my arms collapsed at his sides. Luke grabbed my hips, forcing my body to ride him faster, harder, until he cursed and stilled, cursing again as his semen flowed from him and into me.
I took a slow breath in and exhaled evenly, trying to calm the shakes in my body. My heart hammered against Luke’s chest, and I could hear his own pounding away not far from my ear.
Luke’s hands trailed up and down my arm, the light touch making me groggy. Soon I was drifting off to sleep, being rocked into slumber by the rising and falling of Luke’s chest.
CHAPTER TWENTY
Luke
I lifted the wooden spoon from the pot, giving the marinara a taste.
“So?” Grace asked from behind me.
I shrugged. “Tastes good to me.”
“Does it need more oregano?”
She pulled her colander from an upper cabinet and set it in the sink. Long strands of her dark hair fell over her bare shoulders. Outside, the November night was chilled but inside Grace’s little kitchen, the air was hot. Grace had taken her sweater off a long time ago, leaving nothing but her tank top and jeans on.
“What?” she asked, glancing at me and fluttering the dark lashes on a face bare of makeup. She’d taken to not only wearing less of it but also washing it off once she got home. I kept insisting to her that she looked great no matter what was on her face, but lately, she’d alluded to the fact that she didn’t care for wearing it as much as she once had.
I smiled. “I just don’t get tired of looking at you.”
She bit her lip and grinned, obviously pleased at my words.
“Watch that pot,” she nodded at the stove. “It might burn.”
“Yes, ma’am.”
I turned back to the pot, lowering the heat and stirring its contents. Grace and I had taken to cooking a lot together the last couple of months — or rather, learning to cook.
It had started with moving past sandwiches and frozen entrees into the realm of easy breakfasts. Omelets. Hash browns. With our combined cooking experience, we’d started out at the level that was likely possessed by an average ten-year-old. It took us a few tries just to not burn toast.
We’d eventually moved past breakfast, though, and on to slightly more complicated meals. Casseroles. Salads with homemade dressing. Internet recipes and herbs from Aunt Ginger’s garden had helped a lot.
The pasta with homemade marinara sauce was our newest adventure.
“I still think you got off easy,” I told her. “Cooking pasta is a no-brainer.”
She shot me the look that told me to can it. “Actually, it’s not. It takes a lot of focused attention to get the perfect al dente bowtie.”
Nails clipped on the floor, and I turned around to see Junebug walk into the kitchen. She edged her way among the chairs and settled down underneath the table, one of her favorite spots.
I scoffed. “I don’t know why she likes it down there. She barely fits.”
“Dogs are cave dwelling creatures,” Grace matter-of-factly explained. “It’s in their DNA. They want to be in little spaces like that. It makes them feel secure and safe.”
I grinned at her. “You’re turning into quite the professional.”
She blushed.
“Speaking of small…” I trailed off. I had been planning on waiting until after dinner, but my nerves had begun to get the best of me.
Grace cocked an eyebrow. “Speaking of small…” she prompted.
I turned the heat on the sauce off, opting to forget about it for a minute. I edged along the counter, down to where Grace stood. She watched me intently, lifting her face up to gaze into my eyes as I got close.
“Speaking of small, what?” she asked.
My heart did a little flip. Here went nothing.
“Speaking of small,” I repeated. “Your whole house is kind of small.”
“Yeah,” she agreed, confusion etched across her face. “It is.”
I cleared my throat. “And, um, what do you think of it?”
She laughed. “It’s cozy.”
“Yeah,” I agreed, trailing my hand up her arm. “It is. But do you ever wish you lived somewhere bigger? You know, somewhere with more space?”
“I lived in a big house my whole life. Why would…” She trailed off, the realization of what I was saying hitting her. “Oh.”
I peered at her face, studying her eyes in an attempt to see just how she felt about the situation.
“Grace?” I said after a few more moments. “Would you…” I licked my lips, still ridiculously nervous. “Would you like to move in with me?”
A grin broke across her face, allowing me to let out a relieved exhale.
“Luke,” she said, still smiling. “That’s… I don’t know what to say…”
“I can give you a suggestion.”
She giggled. “God… of course I’d love to live with you!” She threw her arms around my neck, pulling me in for a hug. I breathed deep, inhaling and relaxing into her familiar scent.
“Don’t forget Junebug,” I said into her hair. “You’d be living with her too.”
She pulled back, her brows suddenly furrowed. “But…”
“But what?”
She clutched the side of the counter and turned to sweep her gaze across the kitchen. “I just moved in here.”
“Don’t worry about the lease. I’ll pay for the rest of the year. You can even keep most of your things here if you want. This house could be your little getaway.” I picked up her hand and squeezed it. “The only thing that would be different is you’d be sleeping every night with me.”
She smirked. “We already spend almost every night together.”
“Yes, but our clothes aren’t in the same closet. And our names aren’t on the same mailbox.”
Grace laughed. “So that’s why you live in such a big house by yourself.”
“What do you mean?”
She faced me full on. “That house is way too big for one person. And you’ve barely got anything in it.”
I shrugged. “I’m not the best at decorating. I thought maybe you could help me with that.”
Her face became even more serious. “I have to ask you one question.”
“Okay. Shoot. But shouldn’t you put the pasta in yet? It sounds like the water’s boiling.”
“Hey, don’t tell me how to do my job,” she playfully reprimanded, although she pulled away and grabbed the bag of pasta. Ripping it open, she carefully dumped its contents in the big pot on the stove’s back burner, talking as she did so.
“So this was my question. You never intended to live there all alone, did you?”
I leaned against the counter and thought about that one.
“It’s for a family,” she continued.
Having kids was something we’d briefly talked about. For both of us, it was a “someday” thing. But had I bought the house in Crystal Brook with the explicit thought of a wife and kids?
Perhaps.
But it was hard to remember.
“I don’t know. It was for sale, and I bought it.” I shrugged. “All of the other ones near the downtown area seemed too small.”
Grace laughed and opened the cabinet under the sink to toss the empty bag in the trash. “You’re kidding, right?”
“What?”
“You mean too small to fill with half a dozen kids.”
“No,” I slowly said.
“There are five bedrooms upstairs in that house.”
“Yeah. I know.”
“So I was just curious…” She shook her head. “Not because it really matters or anything. I just always wondered since the day I found out you lived there all by yourself.”
“It’s the smallest house I’ve lived in.”
She wrinkled her nose. “Wait. Counting your family’s penthouse in New York?”
“Square footage wise, yes.”
“So really, you downsized.”
“I guess you could say that.”
“But why? Why hold onto that place if you don’t need it now? We could always buy a bigger place in the future.”
I stepped forward and took her hand. “I haven’t thought about it, honestly. Is there something you don’t like about that place?”
“No,” she quickly said. “It’s not that. It’s just that I love this cottage.”
“But you can still keep it, remember? I’ll get the lease extended if that’s what you want. This place could be your office.”
Her eyes searched my face. “Okay,” she nodded, finally smiling again. “I would love to move in with you.”
Hearing the words made my heart nearly burst from joy. To celebrate, I pulled her forward and planted a big kiss on her mouth. “I should have gotten champagne,” I whispered into her lips.
She pulled away with a smile. “I have whipped cream. We can eat if off of each other.”
I lightly pinched her side. “That sounds even better than champagne.”
With one last saucy glance in my direction, she flounced back over to the stove to give the pasta a stir.
“Will you get out the lettuce?” she asked. “There are some radishes in there too, and a cucumber if you want it.”
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