“Will you stay?” I ask, and Luke runs his hand up and down my back.
“If you want me to.”
“I want you to,” I reply, pressing my head against his chest and listening to his heartbeat.
“I’m sorry. I’m so very sorry,” I say, my fingers clutching onto him.
“Me too,” he replies.
“I behaved abominably,” I lean up and see his eyes drooping. I push forward and press my mouth to his. “Will you ever forgive me?”
“Already did,” he says and then yawns. “But we can talk more about it later. Fuck, you wore me out. How do you always manage that?”
I hover over his face, and my thumbs caress his flushed cheeks. He looks so angelic when he’s sleepy.
“You’re such a good boy,” I whisper, and he smirks as his eyes close.
A moment later, he’s snoring, and I smile and tuck myself against him.
I should clean myself up, but I don’t want to. I just want to hold him a little longer.
* * *
I wake up on top of him, and immediately my mouth searches for his. It’s like some kind of heat-seeking missile and it knows its target. Luckily, Luke doesn’t seem to mind because he clutches me to him and opens for me.
“Morning,” he grumbles as he grasps onto my ass and arches his hips up. He maneuvers his body and slips his cock inside of me, stretching me once more.
“Morning,” I say and kiss him until we’re both feverish and panting.
“Want you again,” he says and I nod my acceptance.
He rolls us over, our lips never breaking contact, and he’s on his forearms, fucking into me. His hard abdomen slides against mine as his tongue licks its way through each corner of my mouth. I know that usually I’m the one in control, but I love this, letting him take from me, lying here vulnerable and yet feeling so utterly safe.
“Fuck, you’re so hot. I’m not going to last,” he moans against my mouth, and I clutch onto him tighter as he arches into me over and over.
His grunts mix with my moans, and we come in a matter of minutes.
His forehead presses against mine as he catches his breath.
“Knew kissing you would be this good,” he says, kissing me again.
He pulls out of me and falls to his back, and I feel his absence immediately. I scramble over to him and press myself against his side.
“Can’t unstick yourself, huh?” he asks with a smug smile. “Knew I’d catch that mouse.”
“I have accepted my fate,” I say, and my hand slides over his chest.
“I gotta get showered,” he says, but makes no move to get up. We lie like that for a bit longer, just lazily petting each other and sneaking in soft kisses. But even still, the reality of the past two weeks sneaks up on me.
“What did you do when you were…away from me?” I ask tentatively.
“Worked overtime,” he says, running a hand across his lips. “Worked so I didn’t have to think.”
I press my nose into his armpit and then peek up at him. “I’m sorry.”
“You said that, Eli. No need for a repeat.”
“Yes, but I want you to know I mean it.”