My breath comes faster, and when I bring my hand up to clutch at his hair, when I tug, his groans turn to an animalistic grunt that brings me teetering to the edge of insanity.
“Fuck, Ally.” Luke’s arm grows tighter around my hips, punishingly tight, so he changes the way they roll, and instead lifts me up, then slams me down.
He fucks me, he uses me up, and when that ball of lava grows and grows until I swear it might burn us both, Luke tosses us to the left again, rolls us over, and presses his lips to mine to swallow my cry, then he slams inside me at a blinding pace.
“I’m gonna come,” I cry out. “Luke!”
“Come.” He bruises my hips under his strong hands. “Fuck, Ally. You’re so tight.”
“I’m gonna…” I squeeze my eyes shut and whimper at the pleasure that washes over me. It stretches out and touches every nerve ending. It’s like sliding into a warm bath. But that bath is filled with popping candy. “Luke.”
“Ally.”
He slides his lips over mine, and groans so his hot breath fills my lungs. He comes without saying so. His body jerks, his hips spasm, and despite the condom separating us, I feel the warmth his body gives mine.
Panting, hammering heart, Luke collapses on top of me so my lungs constrict, and my head turns woozy. And yet, I don’t want him to get off. My throat is parched, and my lips are dry. My head throbs with a strange sex-headache, but my smile creeps up.
“Am I crushing you?” He presses a gentle kiss to my collarbone. My throat. The very tip of my nipple. His movements are slow, lazy, but luxurious like a cat sleeping in the sun. “Because even if I am, I’m not sure I have the strength to get up yet.”
“Little bit,” I grunt out and giggle when the grunt is real. “Can’t breathe.”
“Ugh.” He flops to the side, wraps his arms around my torso, and drags me over so I rest on his muscular chest. “Better?”
“Mm.” And so I return the favor by pressing a kiss to the tip of his nipple. “Now my butt is cold.”
“Well, you’re gonna have to deal for a minute. I think I’m blind, so my needs trump yours.”
I scoff and lay my cheek on his chest. He’s so hard, so broad, which should mean uncomfortable… yet my eyes close, and my breathing evens out. “Can I sleep here for a little while?”
“Yes.” He reaffirms his hold around my body as though to keep me in place. “You can sleep here all night. And then all day tomorrow while we fuck some more. And then, if we’re feeling frisky, you can stay tomorrow night as well.”
“So chivalrous,” I snicker and twine my legs with his. My body somehow knows this is my resting place for tonight, so now that I’ve had my orgasm, a yawn overtakes my system, and tears squeeze past my eyelashes. “I’m sleepy.”
“Good thing we’re already settled in.” Without moving me too much, Luke reaches down and arranges his blankets. He pulls them halfway up our bodies, covers my ass and fixes the cold butt issue, then he yawns too, and finishes it with a kiss to my brow. “Totally lived up to the hype, by the way.”
I snort and wrap my arm across his torso. “Thanks, I guess. Nicest thing anyone has ever said to me after sex.”
“Get used to it.” He brings a hand up and twines his fingers in my hair until he can pull my head back. His eyes meet mine, sleepy and warm. “Goodnight, Ally. Sweet dreams.”
“Night, Luke.” I stretch forward and press a kiss to his lips. “Dream of me.”
At some point around midnight, I remember crawling off of Luke’s chest and fumbling around for something to wear. It was pitch-black, even with the curtains open, but I managed to find one of his shirts and my panties, then, stumbling into the hall, I made my way toward the kitchen for a glass of water.
When I reached the end of the hall and stopped at the doorway to the living room, I was surprised to find Rob and Emma spread out on the couch, sleepy eyes, relaxed postures, while a movie played on the large-screen TV a few feet in front of them.
Their gazes came to me, curious, and after a moment, a little mocking.
“Shut up.” Heat blazed in my cheeks when I realized why they were smiling. “You didn’t hear anything.”
“We heard everything,” Emma murmured. “Little Lukey got game.”
“He ain’t little.” I passed through the living room with a dismissive wave, and after helping myself to a glass of water in the kitchen, I stumbled back through the living room and away from the cute couple watching a film decades older than they themselves are. “Goodnight.”
“Goodnight, Allyson.”
I glanced over my shoulder to find Emma’s teasing smirk. “Enjoy your night in a Hart bed. Tell him to be considerate and let you come a few more times.”
“Emma,” Rob grumbled. “Zip it.”
She rolled her eyes and kicked her feet up to rest on his lap. “Always zipping, never unzipping. Night, Ally.”
“Night, lovebirds.”
I remember walking along the hall, back into the darkness, and just seconds after that, crawling into bed and smiling at the way, even in his sleep, Luke opened his arms and welcomed me back in with a kiss to my brow.
Even in his sleep, he knows me, he welcomes me, and then he wraps me up and makes me his little spoon.
Butterflies flutter inside my stomach. Not the kind that make me nervous and force me into a sense of nausea, but the other kind. Like the gentle tickle when their wings touch my skin, and the warmth of a spring day, when sunlight fills my pores with vitamins. I mean the most relaxing, most comfortable flutter of sensation as I half sleep, half doze in the early morning light.
My hips roll once more, and as I slowly swim back to consciousness, my breath comes faster and faster. I’m caught in the inbetween, the place between sleep and awake. My mind clutches to the remnants of a sweet dream of Luke and I swimming at the lake. Sunlight, warm water, fun and flirting in the daylight. But as reality encroaches, I can’t say I’m all that upset about it.
Fingers slide between my legs, gentle kisses are peppered to my thighs, and that ball of lava from last night begins again, swirling, growing. But it’s not a tidal wave of sensation this time. It’s not all-consuming and violent. Rather, it’s a gentle rocking, like a boat on calm waters. It’s a slow build, a tender crest, and then an easy slide over to the other side.
I sigh as I come, and smile when Luke builds me up again. His hands are skilled, his mouth even more so. Without opening my eyes, I still see him between my legs. I feel his broad shoulders spreading me wide, his thick fingers, stretching me out. His hot breath is like tropical breeze somewhere beautiful and faraway.
“One more.” His voice is gravelly and demanding, but gentle and loving at the same time. “Give me one more, Ally.”
I bring my feet closer to my body, lift my knees, and spread my legs wider. Invitation. Permission. So instead of fingers, Luke crawls along my body, and quickly swipes his hand out for another condom – we’ve used many throughout the night. Smoothly, he gets the rubber on with hardly any effort, and tosses the foil packet as he moves, so by the time his body covers mine, he’s able to slide straight in and swallow my sigh of pleasure.