Luke dips his head, kissing away her tears, burying his face in her silky hair, lowering himself close, careful not to crush her, but close enough that their heartbeats sync, their bodies create wild, unbridled heat.
“Together,” Luke says. He’s close, damn near ready to explode, but he ain’t going without Sal.
“Yes, yes,” Sal whispers, nodding.
She pulses around him. Making him damn near mad in the best way possible. She’s made of velvet, of fire, of holy water and ecstasy. Luke pumps, driving himself further. Deeper. Christ, he’s so far inside of her. Sal, so slick from her own desire, has Luke’s mind overheating from the sensation.
A shockwave of an explosion reels through his body. Luke lets out a bellow of pleasure, his body tensing against Sal’s.
Sal gasps, nails digging into his shoulder blades. She writhes beneath his large frame, begging for more even as her body shudders with her own explosive end.
Panting hard, Luke sags forward. Covering Sal’s body with his, careful not to crush her, as Sal slowly opens her eyes.
Kissing her temple, Luke rolls onto the pillows, tucking Sal protectively into his side. Her head rests on his right shoulder. They lie there, sticky and blissed out, until Sal breaks the silence with a chuckle.
Tilting her smiling face up to Luke’s, she says, “Hmm, I think that went okay.”
Laughing, he exhales into her tousled hair. “Christ, darlin’, you had me losin’ my damn mind.” He kisses her brow. Grimaces. “That was fast. I’m sorry.”
“You’ve been waiting awhile,” Sal murmurs, idly turning the wedding band on Luke’s finger. “No apologies.”
His eyes cloud, noting her lack of a wedding ring. He needs to fix that. Soon.
Luke brings her hand to his mouth. Presses a kiss to her wrist. To her heartbeat.
“I love you Sal,” he whispers.
She smiles. “This.” She lets out a dreamy little sigh and places a hand over Luke’s heart. “So far, this is my favorite memory ever.”
Luke meets Sal’s eyes and grins. “Mine too.”
Her words are like a promise of the future. A promise of them. Of second chances.
Luke’s gonna hold tight to that. Tight to Sal. And he’s gonna make every minute count.