Page 34 of Keeping You
I increase the pressure and speed of my movements until finally, with a deep, resonant groan, Luke comes undone. Curving his body over me, holding me to him as his hot, salty release fills my mouth and moves down my throat as I swallow,savoring the taste and the satisfaction of knowing I’ve brought him to this point of sheer, unadulterated ecstasy.
As he slowly comes down from the high, I release him, looking up to see his gaze now soft and sated, filled with a mixture of gratitude and something more profound. Wiping my mouth with the back of my hand, I experience a sense of accomplishment and connection that I’ve never had before.
“Christ, Callie. That was… Damn.” He growls like a wild animal. “Your turn, honey.” Luke’s voice is a low, raspy rumble as he wastes no time unhooking my bra and sliding it over my shoulders. “Stand up.” But he’s impatient and doesn’t wait. Placing his hands under my armpits, he brings me to my feet before he hooks his fingers in the waistband of my thong and shoves it down my legs, almost ripping them in his haste. Then he gives me a light push, forcing me to take a couple of steps until the back of my legs hit the bed and I drop to sit on the edge.
“I can’t tell you how much I’m looking forward to eating this pussy.” He lowers to his knees, his eyes never leaving mine. There's a hunger in them, a raw passion that almost,almostsends me running. He spreads my thighs wide and settles between them. The cool air against my exposed skin raises goosebumps. Or maybe it's the way he looks at me, as though I'm the most delicious thing he's ever seen.
Luke skims his hands up and down my legs, his thumbs drawing circles on the sensitive skin of my inner thighs. Each touch shoots straight to my core. “You have no idea how often I've dreamed of this. The nights I've lain awake, trying to remember your taste, your scent, the sounds you make when you come. Wondering if it’s changed after all these years.”
His words alone make me wet and set my heart to pounding. His breath is hot, and the slightest brush of his stubble against my thighs drives me crazy.
“Show me.”
Luke lowers his head, his eyes remaining locked on mine until the last moment. Then they drift close, as does mine. The first swipe of his tongue through my slit draws a sharp intake of breath. It's soft and warm, yet powerful enough to make my hips buck on that initial contact.
He takes his time, exploring every inch of me, tasting me like I'm a fine dining experience. My God, he’s good at this. Each hungry stroke increases the arousal coursing through me, almost too rapidly, building an explosion that I know will rock my small-town world.
He moans, and the vibration adds another layer of sensation. “Fuck, you taste even better than I remember,” he murmurs, his words muffled. He focuses on my clit, his tongue swirling around it, sucking gently, then harder, then softly again, casually torturing me. He moves lower to fill me with his tongue, occasionally stopping to lap at my opening like he’s licking his favorite ice cream.
It’s not long before I'm a panting mess, and I’ve fisted my hands in his hair as my body writhes beneath him. “It feels so good.” I gasp. “Please, don't stop.”
Thank God, he doesn't. He tightens his grip on my thighs, spreading them wider, keeping me open and exposed for his taking.
Heat coils, the pressure becoming almost unbearable, yet I don’t want it to end.
I must make a sound or say something because he looks up briefly before placing his mouth back on my clit. At the same time, he slowly slides one finger inside me, pumps it a few times in and out, and then adds another, filling me perfectly as he continues to lick and suck on my sensitive, excited flesh. It’s like he knows exactly what I need, exactly where to touch and how hard, how fast to go.
“That’s it, sweetheart, come for me, Callie.” His request is somehow a command and a plea all at once as he picks up the pace, thrusting his fingers deep, curling them just so, and stroking that special spot while he sucks harder.
The wave slowly builds, higher and higher, before it finally crests, rolling through my body as I shout his name and convulse around him. My orgasm rips through me with an intensity that leaves me breathless.
When I finally come back down, Luke is rolling a condom down his rigid length and positioning himself over me, his face glistening with my arousal. He leans in to kiss me, and I can taste myself on his lips. It’s so intimate and personal that it brings tears to my eyes.
“Callie,” he pants against my lips. “May I?”
“Yes, please,” I whisper back, the truth of how much I want this man almost taking my voice from me. Andthatrealization has the capacity to wreck me.
Luke slides deep, filling me, and we both moan at the sheer perfection of how seamlessly we fit together, like our bodies were made for each other.
“Oh, God,” I gasp, digging my nails into his back as he begins to move. There's something both new and achingly familiar in how our bodies remember each other, like muscle memory that survived despite our best efforts to forget.
He sets a rhythm that’s both passionate and tender, every thrust hitting the right spot. Our breaths mingle, our bodies are slick with sweat, and it’s like our hearts are beating in sync. And with every second that passes, I fall a little more.
“Jesus, you are so fucking perfect. Tight. Wet. Hot. Christ, even better than before.” He groans into my ear; his voice is strained with pleasure and exertion.
“I cling to him, as tears form at the corners of my eyes, my words raspy as though I’ve been dealing with a sore throat for days.
Each stroke brings us closer, the anticipation building until it’s almost too much to bear. I desperately try to hold out because in the pit of my stomach, I know that when the crash comes, the game will be over.
“I’m almost there, Callie. But I can’t, not yet. I need you to come first, honey.”
Luke begins to pump faster, his hips moving like they have a will of their own, driving deep into me, pushing me into the mattress.
I can’t hold off any longer. I cry out, gasping his name, and with one last hard thrust, he follows, our bodies convulsing together as we ride it out until he collapses on top of me, his muscular bulk warm and welcome.
Damn. This wasn’t part of the plan.
He lazily lifts his head and looks down at me. “I never expected this.”
