Chapter 19
Luke
“Kiss me, Luke,” she says as her fingers trace my lips. When she told me to stop before, I wanted to kick myself. I should have never kissed her; I was so out of line. But lying in bed with her and just being near her does crazy things to me. Stuff that I’ve never felt before. With her, everything seems to come so naturally. With her, every single touch is like an electric shock. With her, every kiss feels like the first. With her, every single second I want to spend touching her, even if it’s just her hand or to tuck her hair around her ear. It’s fucking everything.
“With pleasure,” I say right before my lips find hers again. My tongue slides into her mouth, meeting hers. Her leg hitches over my hip, and my hand goes to her ass, finding it bare. The minute I squeeze her ass, we both moan. Her hips thrust against me, and I let go of her lips to move down to her neck. I trail kisses down her cheek, wrapping my arms around her tighter than I should. Her legs open for me, wrapping around my waist as I suck her neck. “Fuck,” I say, closing my eyes as my tongue comes out and licks her neck.
“Wait,” she says breathlessly, and I wish I’d kept the lights on so I could see how her eyes change colors when I slip into her. From the first time, I was mesmerized by seeing her eyes get darker every single time I took her. I loosen my grip on her, and she slips her hands between us. Grabbing the shirt and pulling it over her head, she shows me that she’s completely naked under there. Well, the little panties barely hide anything. My mouth bends automatically, taking a nipple into my mouth.
“Yes,” she hisses out as my hand comes up and I switch from one nipple to the other. I pinch the other nipple. “Fuck,” she says, her legs becoming tighter around my waist. “You know how sensitive they are.”
“Oh, trust me,” I say, biting down on her nipple. “I remember.” I move my head down her stomach. “I remember everything about that night.” I look up at her, and I move down, and her legs fall from around my waist. “You know what else I remember?” I ask, kissing the inside of her thigh. “The landing strip that you have.” My finger goes under the lace of the white panties, and her body shivers when I move the panties to one side, and it snaps under my fingers. “Oops.” I laugh, and she just looks down at me.
“Nothing stopping you now.” She spreads her legs even more but then sits up, and I get up on my knees. Her hands go to my pants, my cock rock hard under the zipper as she unzips me. “Because from what I remembered…” She pushes the pants off my hips. “You really liked it when…” She gets on her knees, the white string that she called panties falls down to her knees on the bed. “When you lie down.” She pushes me back now and straddles my lap. “And I sit on your face.” She bites my lower lip. “All the while I suck your cock.”
My hands grab her ass. “My cock would like very much to get back into your mouth,” I say to her as I fall onto the bed on my back. She puts her hands beside my head and bends down to kiss my lips, her tongue coming out to play with mine. She kisses me until I’m the one who is breathless, and when I open my eyes, she turns around.
“Now this.” I lift my head, licking her slit and making her moan. “Is what I remembered.” She falls forward. One of her tiny hands wraps around my dick, and I stop breathing for a second before she licks the head of my cock. “Fuck.” I close my eyes for just another second before she takes the head of my cock into her mouth. “Are we going to race?” I challenge, licking her again. This time, my tongue circles around her clit. “First one to come is the bottom,” I add. “You come, I pound you. I come, you ride me.”
“Either way, I win,” she says, her mouth swallowing my cock while her hand continues to jerk it. I lick up her slit and suck in as she moves her ass from side to side.
One hand holds her ass in place while the other runs up her wet slit. “You are already wet for me.” I observe as a finger slides right inside her, and she moans around my cock. “Slick.” I add another finger inside her and move slowly, knowing she hates when I go slow. With Clarabella, it’s always hard and always fast. “Your pussy tastes like heaven,” I say as my tongue slides in with my fingers. “So sweet.” My finger gets buried inside her, my thumb circling around and around her clit, and she tries to move her hips, but my hand stops her. “Tell me what you need?” My fingers wiggle inside her as they slide out and then in so slowly, she lets go of my cock to moan. “All you need to do is tell me what you need, and I’ll give it to you.” I try to focus on her pussy, but her hand tightens on my cock as she jerks it.
“I need you to move faster,” she declares, looking back at me. “And I need to…” She closes her eyes as I move my fingers faster than before. Her hand even stops moving, and as much as I love having her mouth on my cock, I love making her come more. I slip my fingers out of her, and she groans but not for long. “Luke.”
“I know.” I turn her over to her back and place my knees beside her, my cock next to her mouth. “But like this.” I reach down, and my two middle fingers disappear inside her. “I get to finger fuck you and…” I bend down, taking a nipple in my mouth, knowing that the two together will set her off like a firecracker.
“Fuck,” she says, lifting her hips off the bed and trying to get me to go faster. “Stop torturing me.” Her hand comes up to take my cock in it. “Or else I’m going to just take what I want.”
“Oh, yeah?” I look up at her, my fingers moving in and out of her, and she’s getting so wet. “And what are you going to do about it?” I move to the other nipple and bite down on it.
“Need more,” she says breathlessly. “Need more.” She lets go of my cock, and she moves at record speed. She sits up and pushes me down. I’m in shock, thinking maybe she changed her mind, but instead, she throws her leg over my hips and impales herself on my cock. “Yes,” she cheers, and she rides my cock hard and fast. “That’s what I need,” she says with reckless abandonment and rides my cock. I let her set the pace, my hands on her tits rolling and pinching her nipples. Her pussy starts to tighten around my cock, and my balls get tight.
“I’m there,” I share, and she closes her eyes as she moves up and down faster and faster. “Come on my cock,” I say, and she nods her head, the words all stuck in her throat. “You wanted my cock, so I gave you my cock. Now come on it.” I pinch both nipples at the same time, and it’s what she needs to go over the edge.
“Yes,” she says, over and over again, and my cock just explodes in her. She collapses on my chest and buries her face in my neck. My hands wrap around her. “That was what I needed.” She kisses my neck softly. “Did you…?” She lifts her head.
“At the same time,” I say, and she smirks at me.
“So, who won?” she asks, and I can’t help but laugh.
“My cock is in you, so I think we can say we both won.” I kiss her and turn her over on her back, and this time, I’m the one who fucks her.
I open my eyes for a second, the sun creeping into the room, before closing them again. I reach out my arm for Clarabella, but it comes up empty. My eyes fly open as I look at the side of the bed where she fell asleep. The pillow is still indented from her head as I get up on my elbow and look around the room. The covers are around my waist. “Clarabella?” I call her name, wondering if she is in the bathroom. I wait a couple of seconds to see if I hear any movement before I flip the covers off me, stand, and call her name again. “Clarabella.” I grab my boxers and slip them on, but I have this dread in me that she left. My heart starts to go crazy in my chest, and my mouth feels like there is sand in it as I try to swallow. I rush out of the bedroom, looking around the empty cabin. The front door is open, and I can see her sitting down with the shirt I was wearing last night. She looks out into the trees, not moving. I look over to the kitchen and see that she started coffee.
My feet move before my head, and she looks over her shoulder. “Hey,” I say, and my heart sinks when she doesn’t look at me. Instead, she turns her head and just continues staring out into the horizon.
“I made coffee,” she says loudly, and I turn to walk to the coffee machine before going out to her. The whole time I’m psyching myself, looking over at my shoulder to make sure she doesn’t take off.
I fill up my white cup with the black coffee and turn to walk back outside, sitting right next to her. The birds chirping in the trees has her looking up. “It’s so peaceful here,” she notes. I bring the cup to my lips, trying to calm down that she hasn’t looked over at me. Her hair is wild from the shower we took last night and from pulling it most of the night afterward. She takes a sip of her coffee, and fuck, if she isn’t the most beautiful woman I’ve ever seen. The only thing that I can think of is boy, did I mess up when I told her she was a mistake.
“When did you get up?” I ask awkwardly, trying not to get caught staring at her and making her think I’m a weirdo.
“A while ago,” she says. “I didn’t want to wake you.”
“Not going to lie,” I start to say and then stop nervously. “When I opened my eyes and found the bed empty, I sort of had a slight panic attack thinking you took off on me.” I take a gulp of the hot coffee, hoping that it burns my throat, and I stop talking.
She laughs. “Nope, I only run away when I’m wearing a wedding dress.” I can’t help but chuckle at her joke.
“What were you thinking about?” I ask, turning to see that she is looking at a tree with a bird in it.
“Everything,” she says. “And nothing.”
“Regrets?” I finally say, and her head whips to look at me. “Do you regret last night?”
“Should I?” she hisses, her teeth clenched together.
“I was just making sure that you know.” My voice trails off as I think for the right words. “Yesterday was a roller coaster of emotions, and today, the day after your wedding, you wake up naked, not next to the person you probably thought you would be next to, so I was just wondering.”
“Definitely didn’t think I’d wake up with you this morning.” She laughs. “If I’m honest.”
The burning starts in my stomach, and I try to convince myself that it's from the hot coffee that I just drank, but it’s not. It’s from the thought that she could have been married this morning. “What’s that look about?” she questions, and I look back at her.
“Do you remember the first day we met?” I ask, and she just smiles.
“No,” she lies, but I can tell from the way her eyes light up that she does. “Oh, wait.” She puts her finger to her nose and pretends to think about it. “It was at a party.” I bring the cup of coffee to my mouth. “You pretended you liked me and then dated my best friend.”
I shake my head. “I didn’t pretend I liked you.” I side-eye her. “Besides, I wasn’t the one who stopped talking to the other person.”
She gasps. “I didn’t stop talking to you.”
“Really?” I put my coffee cup down. We never really spoke about what happened in college, not even when we were friends again after she stopped hating me. “We were friends.” I hold up my finger when she looks like she is about to say something. “I used to come over early just to talk to you.”
“But,” she says, and I shake my head, and she just glares.
“Then one day, you just stopped talking to me.” I shrug. “So you were the one who hated me.”
“Are you done yet?” she asks, and I know that she’s ready to argue because she puts her cup down beside her. “Okay, one, I thought we had a connection.” She points at me and then her. “And then I walk out, and you are all tongue down my best friend’s throat.”
“She stuck her tongue down my throat the minute you left to go to the bathroom,” I admit to her. “So I figured that she knew something I didn’t know.” She glares at me, and I smile and lean in to kiss her lips softly. “Sorry, go on,” I say, but the need to touch her is greater than getting this story straight, at least for the next thirty minutes. “Wait.” I hold up my hand before placing it on her cheek and then kiss her softly. “Now you can continue.”
“I don’t know what I was saying.” She smiles and kisses me again. Her eyes are so much lighter than when I walked out, and if I did anything right this weekend, the fact that I made her smile is everything.