Page 116 of Cakes for the Grump
I urge him toward my hips and memorize the hard swallows of his throat when our centers meet. How when he finally begins to push inside, he finally loses the last threads of his composure. Without pause, I become the object of his worship, his praises spilling over me like water that’s been held back for far too long. “You are so beautiful. Fucking delectable pussy. Waiting so long, darling. Heaven. Darling. My Rita.” Our foreheads touch. “My beloved. So beautiful. Everything. You—everything.”
I won’t be outshone. In turn, I cherish him back. If the words come so easily to me, it’s because of my competitive nature. “Luke, it’s you. My Luke, don’t stop. Please. It feels so good. So deep, so full. I can’t believe this is happening. You’re so good. Everything about you is perfect. To me—perfect. Everything.”
In the darkness of the purpled evening, we move together. Faster, faster, and then slower. My eyebrows come together. I push back enough to see him smirking at me.
“Do you need to come?” he asks. His fingers keep my hips down in place, and then he thrusts in and out in that shallow way—forcing his tip to massage my entrance. It’s so audacious, his declaration without words.I’m in control. I do this to you.
“Faster,” I demand. “More.”
He gives me just a bit more length, the flared base of his head surging deeper.
My head is thrown back and I groan, torn between pleasure and aggravation.
“Tell me what you need,” my patient devil asks.
I’m so close again, there is only one answer. “Need it. Need you.”
“Thank fuck. Tonight, I’m going to have you so deep, no one else can ever compare. Are you ready for that, Rita?” He rewards me by continually picking up speed, faster again until, by the end of it, my nails dig into his shoulders and his pace is relentless. I’m pounded by his cock and it is the only thing I feel. He’s in complete control of everything—my pleasure, my writhing, my movements, my gasps—and he’s taking excellent care of me. Everything he has promised happens. My legs are weak, shaking, trembling through the climax when it hits.
And moments after I come, clenching around him, he goes over too, emptying himself in throbbing spurts. Surrounded by our warmth and shaky exhalations, we lay like that in a light doze. When he finally pulls out of me, some of his release follows suit. He cups it and rubs it around my sensitive clit.“You’re mine now.”
That mercurial tone. I whimper and burrow into the covers, hiding my face with my hands.
He kisses my navel and stops me from rolling over.
I peek at him with eyebrows raised.
“I’m not done,” says Luke. “If I have this night, I don’t want to be done yet. I need to have you again. Will you let me?”
I don’t trust my words. The things that come out of my mouth would be foolish. They would be declarations of love. Instead, my legs open for him. It’s the clearest and most obvious way I know how to tell him how I feel.
We grin and go again.
THIRTY
Despite gettingno sleep last night, I wake up early—though it’s still not enough to beat Luke. He’s gone and I think he must be off commanding business matters so close to the conference. Billion-dollar domination waits for no one.
Maybe it’s for the best. How do you face a man after he’s done all those things to your body? For hours, over and over again. I’m trying not to think about it, but an intrusive memory plays in my head. The morning sun sneaks in through curtains to wash us in warmth, my back propped on pillows because he wants me to watch as his hands push my knees wide, and his mouth plays leisurely around my clit. During the start, it was a race for my body to give over as many successive climaxes as possible, but in the intimate hours of the morning, Luke seemed to relish my slow torture. In this case, it means alternating between open-mouthed kisses and sideway licks with his tongue as if I’m to be tasted from all angles numerously in a different order of sequence.
His arms held me down firmly as he brought my bundle of nerves into his mouth and sampled a sucking motion again. Thinking about it, the way I reacted makes my skin flush. I had sworn, begged, and writhed until he finally relented by sinking his cock inside me, not stopping until I clenched in climax around him.
Then we kept going, but I get off the bed pulling myself tothe present. Better to not remember such details because I’ll be turned on again, and I’ve got a very scary feeling that my own hand can’t compete with even the memory of last night. Feeling some friction between my thighs, I sneakily take a cotton shirt from Luke’s closet and wear it as a short dress. A quick visit to the bathroom has me freshening up, but before anything more, I need my morning tea.
On my way down, I stop by the guest room Theo is sleeping in. The bed is made. I text him. He responds he’s gone to visit his “Thighs” today.
No sign of Sistine either, but she never lingers in the apartment during the day.
Downstairs, I stop abruptly at the edge of the kitchen.
“You’re still home?”
Luke turns around. He’s whisking a bowl of eggs, but at the sight of me, he stiffens. Have I intruded on surprise breakfast plans? Without glancing away, he puts the bowl off to the side.
His gray-blue eyes roam over my bare legs. He doesn’t speak or move for a while, and then he’s coming towards me.
“What is it?” I ask, suddenly feeling lost as to what happens next. We’ve thoroughly debauched each other enough to feed this need until the conference, so there isn’t a reason to continue being affectionate. I explain this to myself, holding onto a chair because the idea of it being over isn’t pleasant and risks some collapsing.
Before I can move, he grabs onto my hips. Luke lifts me up until I’m perched on the edge of the table. “I’m losing my mind.”
