“This place needs some work and some furniture,” Luke called from the back as he opened the door to retrieve the garbage bag of my clothes. “I haven’t spent enough time here yet to make it nice.” He closed the door and walked around to the passenger side, holding the bag away from his body. I was contemplating the walk to the door barefoot. “Want me to carry you?”
“I don’t want you to end up with a hernia, and I really smell. No, thank you.”
We walked together to the front door. “I’m not sure if that was supposed to be a knock on my manly strength, but I can definitely pick you up if necessary,” he told me.
“Maybe later, when I’m vomit-free,” I suggested.
Luke showed me to the bathroom, which was, as the real estate shows said, in its “original condition.” But the house was actually lovely. It definitely had the potential all those TV hosts were always gabbing about (back when we had cable to watch them). Big rooms, lots of windows, and the best part, it was overlooking Lake Michigan. You couldn’t get a more perfect spot than right on our beautiful lake.
After leaving me with a good supply of towels and soap, Luke left to hose off my clothes. It really spoke highly of a man when he was willing to hose puke off your stuff, I mused, as I gratefully stripped down and stepped into the hot water. Ahhh, hot water. I still loved it so. I took the most thorough shower of my life, trying and failing somewhat to keep my left forearm dry. Finally, I was vomit-less, and it felt great.
Then I thought about where I was: Luke’s house. To spend the night. Oh, mother of pearl.
Chapter 9
Iwas sitting nervously in the living room when Luke came in, brushing my hair and wishing I was wearing something like a low-cut teddy with kitten heels to match, or a silky, slinky nightgown like all the women wore in the soap operas that Nana had favored. I didn’t own anything that could remotely be called “lingerie.” Maybe if I even had matching pjs, I’d feel better, and not so much like a little girl. I wanted to feel like a woman.
Luke went immediately to the kitchen sink to wash his hands. “Well, I think I got all the puke off your boots,” he called matter-of-factly. “But we should check the crevices in the treads tomorrow.”
It was a great way to start off our sexy night together.
“Um, where do you want me to sleep?” I asked nervously. Smooth.
He looked up in surprise. “With me.” He dried his hands, walked over to my chair, and knelt down in front of it. “Unless you don’t want to?”
“No, I want to. I really want to.” Too fervent. “I mean, sure, sounds good to me.” Better.
Luke reached out to run a hand through my drying hair. “Are you nervous?”
“Yes.”God, yes.
He stood up, pulling me to my feet. “Let’s go upstairs.” And then, before I could object, he picked me up.
“Luke!”
“I told you I could carry you.”
His bedroom was almost bare of furniture. Just a little table and a big bed, right in the middle, where he set me down gently, then laid down next to me. “Hi.”
“Hi,” I said, and smiled at him.
Luke leaned down and kissed me, and I wrapped my arms around him, pulling him to me. “I want to take this off you,” he told me, tugging at my shirt, and I lifted my arms so he could slide it over my head. Gently, he took one of my breasts in each of his hands. “Hello, there,” he said in the direction of my nipples. “I’ve been wanting to meet you in person for quite a while.” My laugh turned into a gasp as he pulled a nipple into his mouth, sucking and gently biting. I reached down to hold him there, and he took both my wrists in one hand, and held them over my head as he switched to the other breast, kissing in the valley between them along the way. Oh, it felt so good. He licked and sucked my nipples, pinching gently with his fingers, then using his hand to gently squeeze each of my breasts. I was panting.
Luke let go of my wrists to pull his own shirt off, and I eagerly helped him, running my hands up his bare chest and then back down, tracing with my fingers, taking the button of his jeans and popping it free. I unzipped his jeans and then he stood and I pulled them off him, taking his boxers off too. Oh, my Lord. He was huge. This was going to be nothing like my experience after the Organic Chem midterm. Luke crawledonto his back on the bed and I circled his shaft in my hand, rubbing up and down, then bent and licked the head. His hips leapt off the bed and he groaned. “Emmy.” I licked all the way down to the base and then back up, taking his tip into my mouth and sucking, first a little, then more as he gasped, “Harder,” and thrust up his hips again. I rocked my own hips against his leg, rubbing my core against him as I took him in my mouth until I could barely breathe. He was so big, I moved my hand up and down all that I couldn’t wrap my mouth around. I reached underneath and held his balls and rolled them, giving a little squeeze and pull.
Suddenly he had me under my arms and pulled me up against his chest. He was heaving with deep breaths. “Hang on, hang on,” he panted. “I’m going to come, hang on.”
I still had his leg between my thighs and I moved my hips against him, rubbing against the hard muscle of his quad. Luke reached down and pulled off my underwear and boxers, throwing them off the bed, and rolling me onto my back. He kissed me again, deeply, sucking on my tongue, then licked down my neck and back to my breasts. His hand came to my pussy and cupped it, and I gasped, then raised my own hips to rub against the heel of his hand as it pressed against my clit. “Like that? Do you like it like that?” he whispered, and I made a noise as his fingers dipped into my opening. He licked my nipples again, left then right, then kissed and bit his way down my body, taking one of my knees and putting it over his shoulder, then the other. Then his tongue…oh oh oh, his tongue—it was inside me, and then licking my clit, stroking, laving, and I felt myself gasping his name, and oh, oh, Luke, Luke, I was coming, and crying out, and calling to him, please, please, please, and I heard the rip of a wrapper and then there he was, pushing inside me, his face next to mine, grasping my legs to wrap them around his hips, pounding, harder, harder, touching something deep inside of me and then with his fingers on my clit again, and I was coming, coming coming coming
Luke.
He was pressed against me, and I held him as hard as I could. Luke.
∞
I woke up gradually, stretched out on my stomach. This was the most comfortable bed I had ever slept in, hands down. And the fact that Luke had nearly pounded me into oblivion last night sure made for a good night’s sleep.
“Good morning,” he said quietly. His hand traced down my back lightly, making me shiver. Then he started to massage my shoulders and back. Oh, good gracious. I moaned in pleasure. His hand slid up and ran through my hair.
