Come Away with Me
Their mouths drop and Lucy looks back at their photos and starts to cry.
“Jeez, Mom, what’s wrong?” Mark awkwardly pats her back, clearly uncomfortable with a woman in tears.
“I’m a bit overwhelmed, I guess.
First last night’s party, then my son is giving me a beautiful daughter in law, and now we’re going to France. It’s a lot to take in in such a short time.”
Neil kisses her forehead and hands her a handkerchief. I didn’t know men still carried those.
I freshen everyone’s coffee, and we sit and chat about weddings for the better part of an hour.
“Have you set a date?” Lucy asks.
“No,” I chuckle and look at Luke.
“He asked me twelve hours ago.”
“Winter weddings are lovely.”
“I’m going to need help. Also,” I frown and peer at Luke and he runs his hand over my back.
“What’s wrong?”
“I don’t want the paparazzi to get wind of it.”
“Do you want a big wedding?” Neil asks.
“No, just family and close friends.” I shrug. “I’ve never really thought about it.”
“Every girl thinks about her wedding.
It scares us men to death,” Mark smirks.
I shake my head. “I’d never planned to get married. This wasn’t even on my radar.”
“I have an idea,” Sam says softly.
“What about a destination wedding?
You can fly everyone somewhere and have a small wedding somewhere lovely, like Tahiti or something.”
The idea takes hold in my brain and I smile. I look over at Luke and he’s smiling at me.
“What do you think?” I ask him.
“I’m the man. You just tell me when and where to show up and what I’m supposed to wear and I’ll be there.”
I grin at Sam. “I like that idea. Let’s talk about it some more later.”
Sam smiles at me – smiles at me! –and I have visions of Luke and I getting married on a white sandy beach with crystal clear blue water surrounding us.
***
“So what are your plans for tomorrow night with Jules?” Luke and I are snuggled up on the couch. It’s Tuesday night, and he leaves for his trip tomorrow, which I’ve been trying very hard to not dwell on. I don’t want him to go.
“I think we’re going to be in the studio.”
Luke raises his eyebrows and looks down at me. “Why?”
“She wants me to do some photos for her.” I shrug. “I’m not sure why, she already has quite a collection.”
“What do you mean?”
“You must not read Playboy.”
“Not since I was a randy teenager.
Why?” He looks perplexed as I turn on the couch to face him, then realization dawns and his eyes go wide.
“You’re kidding.”
“Nope. She posed for them in college.” I laugh as I think back on that time. “She’s the person I practiced on the most to get good at what I do. She did some work for Playboy for about a year, and then abruptly stopped. She said she was over it, and it was time to move on.”
“Wow.”
“Do not go on the internet and try to find naked pictures of Jules.” I narrow my eyes at him and cross my arms over my chest.
Luke laughs. “No thanks. She’s beautiful, but I’ve grown to feel very brotherly toward her. I do not want to see her naked.”
“I’m glad to hear it.”
“No, there’s only one woman I want to see naked.”
“Oh?” I ask innocently. “Who could that lucky woman be?”
“Just this gorgeous brunette I know.
She’s all curves and has the sexiest tattoos I’ve ever seen in my life.” He pulls me onto his lap, so my knees are straddling his hips. I’m dressed in one of his t-shirts and my panties because we’ve been watching TV before bed.
“Do I know her?” I ask.
“I don’t know. She always steals my shirts, and she’s wearing a very fetching ring on her left hand.” He pulls the shirt over my head and nuzzles a nipple with his nose.
“I think I know who you’re talking about,” I whisper and close my eyes as he sends chills down my back with that nose.
“You do?”
“Hmm… she’s hopelessly in love with you.” I grind my center over his erection, reveling in the feel of his jeans against me.
“Fuck, baby, I can feel how hot and wet you are through my damn jeans.”
His hands are on my hips and he’s pushing up against me.
“I want you.” I kiss his lips. “Now.”
He slides me back to his knees, opens his jeans and shimmies them down around his hips. His large hands cup my ass and lift me over him, then down onto him.
“Oh, God! Luke, you feel so good.” I begin to circle my hips, riding him, looking down into his molten blue eyes.
His mouth is open, his breathing coming hard and fast.
He sucks a nipple hard in his mouth and I cry out. My nipples have been extra sensitive lately.
“Gentle,” I pant and he releases the nipple from his lips and lightly runs his tongue over it.
“Okay?” he asks.
“Oh yes, more than okay.”
He stands in one fluid motion, me still wrapped around him and without breaking our precious contact. He lays me down across the length of the couch and covers my body with his. He lifts my left leg, pressing it against my chest and over his shoulder, spreading me wide and begins to hammer into me.
“Luke,” I cry out as sensation rolls through me. My hips are moving against his, and he’s gazing down at me with such possession, such feral need I come fiercely.
“Yes,” He lets go of my leg and pulls out of me abruptly, flipping me onto my stomach. He pulls my ass in the air and slams his cock back inside me, slapping my ass in the process.
“Holy shit!” I squeal and grip the cushions in my fists.
He reaches down and grips my hair in a strong hand and pulls back, just enough to tug, and grips my hip with his other hand, pulling me back hard and fast on his hard cock.
I love it when he fucks me.
His breath is coming hard and fast.
“Come again.”
“I can’t.” If I come again now I’ll pass the hell out.
“Come. Again.” He pulls harder on my hair and slaps my ass again and I can’t stop it. My muscles tense and shudder in the most intense orgasm I think I’ve ever had. I scream incoherently, pounding my fist on the couch as my body bucks back against Luke and he roars my name as he explodes.