His tongue circles my clit, the little bundle of nerves throbbing already. His eyes flicker up to meet mine. And it’s the most erotic thing I’ve seen, to have all of his attention so focused on me makes me feel like I’m the only woman in the world. “Please.”
Luke’s mouth unlatches from me giving me only an ounce of relief, but instead of moving back up my body he sits up, kneeling on his knees.
His hands grip my hips lifting me, so I’m off the floor, my legs spread and resting over his open thighs. He aligns himself to my entrance and my breath hitches in anticipation. His tip glides through my folds, taking the same up and down route that his tongue did just moments ago. He pauses at my opening once again, nudging forward slightly, almost as if testing the waters.
Luke’s grip on my hips tightens, holding me in place as he thrusts forward. The sharp movement causes my legs to fall open even further, killing any distance between us. Luke pulls all the way out, and suddenly it’s like there’s an empty void inside of me. I can feel it, the emptiness, in a way I’ve never felt it before. I need him back; I need him to fill the space. He moves inside of me and I lift my hips trying to match his rhythm the best I can.
Luke grunts, his thrusts becoming more frantic as we both edge closer and closer to what I assume will be the most addicting high I’ll ever feel. My heart beats faster and faster inside my chest as the pleasure I’ve been searching for finally explodes within my body.
I grasp at the tingling sensation of my orgasm as I watch Luke come undone. His body shakes violently before he caves. He holds most of his body weight off of me but he’s now close enough that I can feel his radiating heat. His lips press a quick peck to my lips before they continue down my neck. Tender kisses cover every inch of my neck and face, unlike before, these kisses are gentle - almost innocent. And they’re probably my favorite.
As Luke rolls over I have to chew on my lip to keep my disappointment bottled. I like feeling close to him, especially since I don’t know how long this is going to last. I see Luke’s chest heave up and down, and I know he’s just as worn out as I am.
I try to calm my breathing and to settle my mind as Luke drifts off to sleep. He looks so sweet and carefree with his eyes closed, his hair tousled carelessly. The blanket barely covers the both of us but it’s thinness allows me to see every bump and curve he’s got.
Ohmyfuckinggod. What have I done!
Yep, that sounds about right. Once my brain has had a chance to catch up that’s when it really starts to sink in. I can’t do this. I don’t know what Luke wants, or expects. From what I’ve heard about him he doesn’t like to go around the same merry-go-round twice. Was that what this was? I don’t know and I could really just slap myself silly for not asking first.
That’s what usually happens, we girls ask ‘what are we doing?’, that kills the mood but then, at least you know what you’re doing. I didn’t ask, I jumped right to it. I think maybe deep down I didn’t wanna know. I didn’t wanna be told that we were just fooling around. With anyone else that response might not have bothered me so much but this is Luke. And I like Luke way too much to be able to handle any response that isn’t ‘I like you, Natasha’.
I can’t do casual sex, not with Luke. What if that’s what he thinks this is? What the hell was I thinking?
Hmm... I was thinking that Luke’s nice, and smart, and funny. And hot as hell. Looking over at his still form I can almost imagine the steam rising from his body because he’s that hot.
“Shh,” Luke’s arm flings across my stomach, pulling me in closer to his side. “Go back to sleep.”
I don’t know how but it was like he felt my panic. I made no sound, no move but yet he just knew. That sounds crazy, there’s probably some explanation but I like the thought of him being able to read me so easily. Despite the fact that I have no control over this situation and that I have no idea what’s going to happen tomorrow, I let myself sink into Luke’s embrace.
Everything will work out. And if it doesn’t, I’m moving in with Gabby.
After all, this is all her fault.
12
Hayden
Iwasn’t asleep long last night before I felt Natasha tense up next to me. I don’t know what it was for sure that was causing her to worry but I’m guessing it wasn’t a bad dream.
I wake up early, not on purpose but I’m glad it works out that way. After throwing on my pants, I tiptoe around the kitchen in the hopes that I won’t wake up Natasha.
I pull out the frying pan to make bacon and eggs. When I notice that Natasha is starting to stir from sleep I flick the coffee machine on. Breakfast is nearly ready so I’m hoping the smell of coffee will lure her into the kitchen.
“You made breakfast? Again?” Natasha stands in the doorway rubbing the sleep from her face. “You better be careful; a girl could get used to this sort of treatment.”
“Good morning, sunshine!” I finish plating up her food and set it in front of her.
“Could I have the mustard, please?” She doesn’t even have to finish her question because I’m already placing the bottle in front of her. I smile and sneak a quick kiss against her cheek.
The air between us is filled with tension. Not the good kind either, it’s the awkward what-the-fuck-happens-now tension. I don’t like it to say the least. I hate that this whole thing between us is putting her on edge when that’s the absolute last thing I want.
I sip my coffee trying to not make it obvious that I’m staring at her. I’m trying to come up with a solution as to how to make her feel at ease around me, but she’s so fucking gorgeous that it’s beyond distracting. “I was wondering if you wanted to come with me to see my sister today.”
I hadn’t planned a trip over to my sister’s place today but I have to admit, it’s a pretty damn good distraction. Maybe just the one we need.
“You mean to ask, if I want to come with you to meet your sister, your brother-in-law, and your baby nephew?” She looks over at me suspiciously. I wish I knew what she was thinking. She’s staring holes into my naked chest but I can see that she’s holding something back.
“Well, yeah. Obviously, they’ll be there as well.” I make light of the situation but inside I’m battling with myself. I need her to talk to me, if getting her alone in the car for half an hour is the only way that’s going to happen - I need to make that happen.
