He won’t look at me, but I know I’ve gotten to him.
“It’s not that easy,” he says, his voice softer now.
I believe him. I’m sure after so many years of hearing the same thing, it’s hard to tell himself it was all a lie. But I know I can make it better. I slide my hands up his arms and hold on to his biceps as I lean my head against his chest, breathing in and out slowly. At first he stiffens as if he doesn’t know what to do. Standing on tiptoe, I lightly kiss the side of his neck. I kiss him again and again, making a little trail until he relaxes completely in my embrace.
“Let me take care of you, Luka,” I whisper. “Take all that hurt and anger out on my body. I’m yours. I want to make you feel good.”
Cupping my face in his hands, he places a soft, slow kiss on my lips. My knees actually go weak, and I lose my breath. He’s never kissed me so sweetly before. Gripping his arms tighter, I sigh into his mouth as he slides his tongue against mine. He’s giving in, but not the way I thought he would. His mouth moves like velvet, taking and giving with soft presses and long, tender draws. I thought he would use me, toss me on the couch and fuck me until he passed out.
Instead, he’s being gentle.
I’m not sure how to react to this side of him, but my heart does. It aches in my chest, wanting him to feel the same way for me as I secretly do for him. I want Luka to love me back.
He devours my lips until I’m kiss-drunk. My body is coming to life, but slowly, agonizingly slowly. It’s as if my libido wants to take its sweet time, too, and enjoy the ride. Pulling my hair to tug my head back, Luka plants hot kisses over my throat and back up to my lips. I’m panting now, my fingers kneading his arms that I want to feel around me so badly.
“Come with me,” he says as he takes my hand. It only takes a second to realize that he’s taking me toward his room. Pushing the door open with one foot, he spins me inside and kicks the door closed. We reach for each other and he ends up with his back to the bed.
I push him backward until he’s sitting on the mattress. He leans all the way back, pulling me down with him. His hands caress my sides as I straddle him and bend low to kiss his neck. His skin is warm and flushed as I press my lips lower, kissing his collarbone and chest as I start to unbutton his shirt. He groans lightly and it spurs my desire to make him feel good. To show him the love in my heart. I can’t verbalize it, so I need my body to do the talking.
I finish up with the buttons on his shirt, urgency flaming up in me because I want him so badly, but I force myself to keep going slow. I want this to last. He’s never been so pliable beneath my hands, so willing to let me explore him at my leisure. He sits up halfway to tug his shirt off and I help him shrug out of it and toss it to the floor.
My breath catches at the sight of his sculpted chest and tight abs. His skin is smooth and well-muscled beneath my fingers, and when I brush over one of his nipples it hardens under my touch. I move to take the little peak between my lips. He inhales with a sharp intake of breath, his hands cupping my shoulders as I kiss my way toward the other one and take it in my mouth.
I love the way he shudders while I work my lips over his bare skin, ambling along as I taste every part of him. His hands wind around my head, loosening my hair from its braid, and then run through it until it falls in a cascade over my shoulders. Lightly, he drags his nails up and down my bare arms until I have goosebumps everywhere.
Working my mouth down, I tug at his belt until it comes free. In a few swift moves, I have his pants off and I let them slide to the floor. He toes off his socks and my heart pumps at the sight of my husband naked and sprawled out for me on the massive bed. He’s the centerpiece, just waiting for me to enjoy him. And oh, how I intend to.
I crawl up the bed toward him, hungry with desire that jacks up as I appreciate the spear of his cock between the strength of his thighs. Flicking my gaze to his, I lick my lips and start to lower my head. But Luka groans, and before I can open my mouth, he flips me onto my back and hovers over me with obvious need in his eyes.
“It’s my turn,” he says with a dark undertone that makes my insides tremble.
“But I want to make you feel good,” I protest. After all, I’m supposed to be taking his pain away.
He draws a finger along my jaw. “You have. You’ll never know how much.”
I go still everywhere except my ever-hopeful heart, which picks up speed as our eyes lock. Taking his face between my hands, I bring him down to meet my lips. We kiss slowly, his mouth urging mine open, his tongue stroking mine as he deepens the connection. Arching up, I press into him as he begins to feast on my mouth with a combination of hunger and sweetness. He kisses me almost reverently until I can’t think. My mind spins as my lust grows. I want him more than I ever have. Every inch of me is strung tight.
Luka begins to undress me, taking his time removing the brooch and then slowly working open the buttons of my silk shirt. He sits back, watching my tanned, olive skin appear with the pop of each button. Each time more skin is exposed, he lightly runs a finger over my flesh. My nipples pebble inside my bra and I arch with the urgency to have him strip me bare.
Finally, he tugs my shirt slowly down my arms. His touch is exquisitely tender as he kisses along my collarbone and over the rise of my breasts.
“Luka,” I say softly and dig my fingers into his hair.
He grins down at me as he pulls one bra strap down, then the other, letting them flutter there against my biceps as he cups my breasts in his hands. I jerk at the sensation as his thumbs caress my nipples. At long last he urges me up so he can unclasp my bra and take it off. Then he kneads my bare breasts, teasing my nipples with his rough thumbs until I feel like I’m going to come out of my skin. Just when I don’t think I can take any more, he soothes them with his warm lips, tugging and sucking until all I can do is moan his name, over and over.
My pussy is so wet I can feel the moisture dampening my thighs. I need him to touch me there. He moves up to kiss me again while one hand slides down my body, his fingertips drawing lines of heat as they rake over my abdomen and tug off my underwear.
I tense with anticipation as his fingers smooth between my legs, down and back up, lighting me up with little sparks of electricity. Spreading my thighs, I jut my hips up, seeking more. He gives me what I want a moment later as he spreads my pussy lips and begins running the pad of one finger around my clit.
“Oh, yes. Yes.” The words fly out of me like a prayer.
His lips find my nipple and he lightly sucks as he works my clit. The dual sensations make me feel like I’m floating. He turns his attention to the other nipple, giving little pulls that send sparks through my body. And then he makes his way lower, kissing along my body as he works me close to orgasm. He’s going so slowly that I want to scream from the anticipation.
Suddenly, he grips my hand, entwining our fingers and squeezing. I don’t have time to think about it as his lips replace his fingers between my legs. I cry out and buck against him.
My body responds so quickly, pushing and pulling, teasing me with the promise of sweet release. But Luka takes his time, slowly licking and swirling his tongue over my clit as if he has all the time in the world to do this. Then he slides a finger into my pussy, pumping with agonizing slowness as he continues to suck me. I’m right on the edge when he pulls back and looks up to meet my gaze. He licks his lips, grins, and goes back in.
Three more swirls of his tongue push me right over the edge. Panting and murmuring his name, I soar on pulsing waves of pleasure. I’ve barely recovered from my orgasm when he goes back to covering my body with soft caresses and kisses. Over my thighs, hands skating over my calves with massaging strokes. He draws his nails over my hips, up and down my ribs, until every inch of me trembles. He’s never touched me this way before, and I don’t want him to stop.
