“You feel so good, baby. I love looking at your perfect ass while my cock slides in and out of you.” Ho-ly shit. If I could have gotten wetter, I did. “I love seeing your sweet juices on me. I love tasting it on my lips, and I love the way your pussy tightens around me when you cum.”
As if he had told me to, I came. My orgasm intensified when Luke grabbed my ass and slammed into me harder-giving me a taste of that punishment fuck that I loved so much. My body was still convulsing when he stilled inside of me, digging his fingers into my ass, calling out my name.
I don’t know how long we laid like that-me on my knees and Luke on my back, still buried inside of me. I could have stayed in this position for the rest of my life. My body was relaxed, my mind was clear, and my eyes were heavy. I stiffened when I noticed the only sound I heard was mine and Luke’s breathing. Luke stiffened also and he immediately placed a hand on my head and began rubbing my hair.
“What’s wrong, babe?” he asked, his voice thick with sleep and worry.
“Where is everyone?” I was getting a little panicky. What if they saw us? Or heard us?
“Gone. It’s just me and you.” He kissed my temple, then eased out of me and disappeared to the bathroom. Gone? They left us alone? Was that safe? I sat up quickly and scooted off the bed, thankful that my legs, which felt as if they were made of jelly, managed to hold me up.
“Is it safe?” I asked Luke, barging into the bathroom. He was standing at the sink, completely naked and shaving. I looked down to see the redness between my legs, a result of Luke’s five o’clock shadow, and blushed. Shit. Why was this so embarrassing?
Luke smirked at me, “Yes, baby, it’s safe.”
I joined Luke at the sink and cleaned myself up, trying to keep the panic from rising. I had to get my shit together. I was making progress though. Yesterday, I would have sobbed uncontrollably at the thought of being alone. Baby steps.
“Are you hungry?” I asked Luke in the mirror. He smirked at me again and I smacked his arm understanding his smart ass facial expression.
“For food.” I clarified, smiling.
“Starving. I think the girls did some shopping this morning.”
At this rate my heart would be a big pile of mush if people kept doing sweet shit to melt it down.
“I’ll make us dinner,” I said and left the bathroom in search of something to wear.
“Dallas,” Luke called. I turned to see his reflection in the mirror, still shaving, still barefoot and still totally naked. “I love you.”
I smiled and blew him a kiss, then turned on my heel and headed for my closet.
I decided that it was too late in the to day dress up, so I grabbed an oversized, faded Pink Floyd t-shirt, the most un-appealing pair of underwear I had-white, cotton boy shorts- and made my way to the kitchen. The girls had, indeed, gone shopping. My mouth watered at the sight of freshly ground beef. Hamburgers it would be. I placed the patties in the skillet, and then cut up lettuce, onion and tomato for the trimmings.
“Something smells good,” Luke announced when he walked into the kitchen. I turned around and let him pull me into his arms. I buried my face in his neck and inhaled deep through my nose. Burgers didn’t have shit on Luke.
“I think that it’s you that smells so wonderful,” I said into his neck. I pulled away from him enough that I could look into his eyes. He smiled down at me, but I could still see the events of the past couple of days were taking their toll on him. “How about we eat, then maybe lie in bed and watch a movie?” I suggested giving him my best smile.
His face softened, “How about I just stand here and let you smile at me all day?” I smiled bigger at his request. “Don’t you want to talk?” he asked, running his finger down my nose then grabbing my chin and raising my lips to his. He kissed me softly and I swear it was the best kiss he had ever given me. I did want to talk to him, but I wanted him to rest more. We could talk tomorrow.
“Tomorrow. Now move, before I burn supper,” I said trying to sound firm, but failing.
“Yes, ma’am. I’ll go find us a movie.” He left me to finish cooking and I did so successfully without burning anything.
Luke and I ate like pigs. I guess neither one of us realized how hungry we were. He offered to do the dishes and I didn’t argue. I went to the bathroom, retrieved the dirty towels and clothes from around the house and took them to the laundry room. I was sorting them when Luke walked in and grabbed my hand. “Bed” was all he said and it was enough convincing for me. Luke had chosen an Adam Sandler comedy for us to watch. I clambered onto the bed and he followed, gracefully, wearing nothing but sexy black boxer briefs and a smile. I sighed at the sight of him. I snuggled into his side, my back to his front, his arm draped over my stomach and Luke turned out the light. Ten minutes into the movie, I heard him lightly snoring in my ear. The sound was like a lullaby to me and I drifted off to sleep.