He kissed my neck and rested his cheek on my back. “I’m sure she loved you.” I wasn’t.
Luke continued his back rub. “If you ever want to quit your family business, I think you could have a future as a masseuse,” I advised him. He put his arm around my waist and pulled my back to his front, spooning, and nuzzled my neck. His hand moved up to my bare breast, and I arched back. I could feel him hard behind me, and he adjusted himself to fit in the crevice between my thighs.
“Is that because it’s morning, or because it’s me?” I couldn’t help asking.
He growled into my neck, rolling my nipple between his fingers. “That’s all you.” His arm was under my head, my body tucked safely against him, and his free hand started to roam, up and down, lightly tracing every one of my curves with his fingers. By the time he moved his hand between my legs, I was gasping, and he was pumping between my thighs. He reached over to the table and got a condom, quickly adjusting it on. Then slowly, slowly, he entered me from behind, taking my leg and pulling it back over his hip, moving in until I felt him deep inside. “Luke,” I sighed. He pumped in and out at a leisurely pace, moving his fingers through my folds. I got increasingly frantic with his touch, jerking my hips as I got closer to an orgasm.
“Where do you want me to touch you? Show me,” he said, and I took his fingers and positioned them on my clit, then tried to grind against them.
Without warning he flipped me onto my stomach, still inside me. “Get on your knees. Oh, your ass.” He ran his otherhand over it, squeezing, and I got on my knees and pushed back against him, driving him harder inside me.
His fingers still positioned against my clit, he started rocking into me, driving me against them. My vision started to blur from the pleasure of it. “Tell me what you want,” he commanded.
“Like…that…like…that…harder…please…Luke, oh, Luke…” and I came again, clenching around him, crying out, and I heard him groan loudly, pulse inside me while griping my hips, then lean down, resting on my back, damp with exertion.
Luke pulled out and I groaned. I wanted him to stay inside me. Maybe forever.
I was flat on my face in the sheets, my mind in a haze. He fell down next to me, and I scooted over and rested my cheek on his chest, leg coming up over his. No, we would stay like this forever. My stomach growled.
“It was a workout,” he commented. “Want some breakfast?”
I still didn’t want to move. “In a minute.”
“What do you want? If you could have anything, do anything today, what would it be?”
“I would stay in this bed with you for as long as possible, in these wonderful sheets.”
“The sheets are nice?”
“The sheets are like butter.” I thought of the threadbare set on my double bed. “If I had them on my bed I would never want to get out of it.”
“Nice sheets. Ok, what else?”
“I would have all the coffee I could drink. And fresh fruit. Strawberries and cherries, as much as I wanted.”
“That seems doable.”
“Too expensive,” I explained. “I limit myself to one cup of coffee. And no strawberries or cherries until I can pick them myself.”
“Are you not eating well?” he asked quietly, tracing his fingers down my arm.
I pulled closer to him. “I’m fine. We’re fine. Want to know what I would do next?”
“Tell me.”
“I would go sailing, all day long. I went once when I was in eighth grade and I loved it.”
“That sounds like a very nice day,” Luke commented. “Could I come with you?”
“You being there was a given.” I could sit in a mud puddle with him and it would be a nice day. It had been a nice evening when I was covered in vomit because I was with him.
“Oh, Lord, what time is it?” I jerked my head up and he reached for his watch.
“About nine. What time do you have to get Charlie?”
“Pretty soon. I should get up.” But I didn’t want to move. I sketched the line of hair down his stomach with my fingers, and his abs tensed. “I love this line,” I told him. “It seems very directional to me. Directing me…down.”
“Take it as you will,” he urged, making me laugh. I was happyenough to float off the bed. Then Luke sighed. “I have to leave again, next week.”
