8. Luke
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With the proposal just days away, my nerves had finally kicked in. It wasn’t the act of proposing that made me anxious but the pressure of ensuring everything was perfect for Luce. She deserved nothing less, and that was exactly what I intended to give her.
To keep her from suspecting anything, I spent most of the ninth day of my Advent calendar helping her decorate our house. She was fully immersed in the Christmas spirit. We had strung up more Christmas lights than I’d ever imagined, covering almost every inch of our home. I thought we were done once the lights were up around the house, but I quickly realized how wrong I was.
“This looks great,” she beamed, draping the mistletoe around the fireplace. Since I hadn’t decorated for Christmas before, we had to go out and buy everything from scratch, but it was worth every minute. Watching her face light up with the Christmas lights and tiny figurines made me wish we could celebrate Christmas more often than just once a year.
“It does,” I agreed, adjusting another strand of lights from the top of my ladder. “But shouldn’t we hang it a bit higher? That way, we can kiss beneath it.”
She turned to me with a mischievous smile that nearly made me lose my balance.
“Are you saying you’re opposed to sex in front of the fireplace?” she teased.
“No, ma’am. In fact, I think it’s a fantastic idea…” I replied, though my gaze kept drifting to the clock above the fireplace. Luce had been eager to open the ninth slot of her Advent calendar that morning, but I had to gently hold her off since today’s present was time-sensitive.
I’d asked Sailor to arrive at exactly four p.m. It was now 3:59 p.m., so it was finally time for Luce to get her gift. I descended the stairs and gestured toward the remaining slots on the calendar.
“You can open your slot now, sweetheart. I think you’ve waited long enough,” I said, watching with a grin as Luce immediately dropped the mistletoe. Talk about priorities . She dashed over to the coffee table and tore open the ninth slot with eager anticipation. Her excitement came to a sudden confused halt when she pulled out a photo of her and Sailor.
She looked at the photograph, then back at me, and then at the photo again, her expression radiating confusion. I savored every moment, knowing what was about to unfold.
“This is a very lovely photo of me and Sailor, thank you…” she started, her voice trailing off as she tried to piece together what was happening. “Though I must admit, it does feel a bit random...” Her gaze continued to dart between me and the photograph she held in her hands, clearly unsure of what was happening.
I rubbed my forehead and shrugged. “Oh, I’m sorry. The real thing just didn’t fit into the calendar.”
At that moment, the front door burst open, and Sailor’s voice rang out with excitement. “Surprise!” She jumped up and down, her blonde hair bouncing with each bounce, and her brown eyes locked onto Luce. She had a massive red bow on her head. “Merry Christmas!”
Luce stood frozen, her shock evident. She looked between Sailor and me, as if she was trying to convince herself this was actually happening. “What…what’s happening?” she stammered, overwhelmed by the sudden turn of events.
Sailor dashed toward Luce, practically throwing herself into her arms. Luce managed to catch her, though they both stumbled backward. I reached out to steady Luce with a supportive hand on her back.
“Oh, my God,” Luce finally exclaimed, her voice choked with emotion. “What—how did—oh, my God!” Tears welled up in her eyes as she held Sailor tightly, not letting go. “I was just thinking today that this was our first Christmas apart! I missed you so much. I can’t believe this!” Her sobs made her words hard to understand, and Sailor, consequently, started crying as well.
“I know!” Sailor sniffled. “I was thinking the same thing. Then your boyfriend contacted me and said he wanted to fly me over.” I froze, a wave of panic washing over me. With both of them so emotional, I feared she might accidentally reveal something she wasn’t supposed to.
“He wanted you to have the best Christmas ever,” Sailor continued, “and he insisted that I should be here to make it happen.”
My shoulders relaxed with relief, and I shot Sailor a grateful look, mouthing, ‘Thank you . ’ Neither of them could stop crying, but I was determined to check if everything went well. I was worried that Luce might see us exchange messages or something, so I kept our communication to a minimum.
“Did everything go well with your trip?” I asked.
Sailor nodded, wiping away a tear. “Yeah, everything went great. The flight was smooth, and Landon came to pick me up…though I’m not entirely sure he likes me.”
I gave her a reassuring smile. “That’s just how Landon is. Don’t overthink it. Most of the time, we’re not sure if he likes anything or anyone besides his job…”
Sailor took a small breath before continuing, “Anyway, I’m staying with Eve, which is amazing. And Ed is great, too. I can see why Eve adores him so much. But what about you?” Her eyes turned to Luce, filled with genuine curiosity. “How have you been? Tell me everything…”
I watched them for a moment longer, and then I knew it was time for me to retreat and give them some time to catch up. I was finally at peace now that I made Sailor’s visit happen, and the sheer joy on Luce’s face made it all worth it.
Sailor didn’t leave until late into the night, but I didn’t mind. Luce and she spent the whole day catching up, while I took on the role of unofficial caterer, ordering takeout and regularly bringing drinks to keep them going. It was fascinating to watch them—the way they were wrapped up in their own little world, barely noticing my presence. It wasn’t until Sailor left for Eve’s place and Luce showered and got ready for bed that the bubble finally burst.
She hopped into bed, the mattress bouncing beneath her, and I set aside the book I had been holding, ready to focus on her. The smile on her face was still as present as it had been hours earlier when Sailor arrived at our home.
“Did you have fun today, sweetheart?” I asked, my voice gentle. The way she snuggled into me, holding me close, was answer enough, but I was eager to hear all about her impressions.
“I had so much fun. I can’t believe you made all of this happen. It means so much to me that I get to have my best friend here for my first Christmas away from Seattle. Thank you, thank you, thank you,” she said, her words punctuated by a flood of grateful kisses. I wrapped my arm around her, tracing gentle circles on her back.
“I’m glad you had fun,” I replied with a smile. “But I’m feeling particularly generous tonight. If you want to, you can open your slot for tomorrow morning.”
Her eyes widened with excitement, and her face lit up as if she couldn’t quite believe the words she’d just heard. “Are you serious?”
I didn’t respond; instead, I handed over the slot for the tenth day. She wasted no time questioning whether she should save the moment for tomorrow. Before I could say another word, the paper was ripped off, and she revealed another notebook, this time with a floral pattern. As she opened it, the first page read a few simple words— 100 reasons why I love you.
Her lips parted, and she flipped another page open, listing endless reasons why I loved her so much. The reasons ranged from the obvious—her soul, her beauty, her sense of humor—to the more personal touches, like the way she made sure my pancakes were always slightly burned because she knew that’s how I liked them or the playful arguments we had over my choice of shower gel.
A small swallow disrupted her throat before she looked up at me, capturing my chin between her fingers, and leaning up to kiss me. That kiss was all it took for us to unlock the desire that needed to be satisfied. In a heartbeat, she placed the notebook on her bedside table, and then she was on top of me. I didn’t need her to hear her say ‘thank you . ’
The way she kissed me said enough.
It was urgent. Hungry. Like she couldn’t handle another second away from me.
I grasped the hem of her shirt, pulling it over her head so most of her body was revealed to me, with the exception of the thin panties that she wore. Her hands pulled my boxers down, and my cock sprung free right away, ready to be buried deep inside her.
“Come here, sweetheart,” I murmured against her lips as I tugged her panties to the side—not even having the time to remove them properly—and then I slid myself inside her in one long stroke.
She clenched around me, massaging my cock from all angles, as a small moan escaped her lips, bleeding into the kiss we shared.
“Fuck,” I grunted, my broad arms grasping her slender body and pulling her in closer. I wanted every inch of her body pressed up against mine as she rode me. I wanted to taste her kiss on my lips, to lose myself in her intoxicating scent, to feel the presence of her skin against mine.
Luce moved her hips in a controlled, circular motion that drove us both insane. “Just like that, Luce. My God….” I tensed against her, feeling every cell in my body awaken with desire. It was just the effect she had on me.
The small whimpers that left her lips as she soaked me in her arousal were driving me insane, getting my cock impossibly harder. One of my hands grasped her ass, while the other reached in between her thighs, rubbing her clit slowly.
“Oh, Luke…oh, God,” she panted. Our lips separated, only for her to bury her face in my neck to stifle her moans—though I could hear them that much more clearly with her lips right below my ear.
“That’s right. Ride my cock, just like that,” I continued to praise her as if that was the only thing my mind could have thought to say. I was that lost in her. Her thighs were trembling around me, pussy clenching around my cock as it hit that spot inside her that she enjoyed. We were both caught in a frenzy neither of us could snap ourselves out of.
“More…please, more ,” she pleaded, and I took that as a cue to flip us over. My cock remained buried deep inside her as I moved on top of her, now able to thrust harder. Faster. One of my hands continued to apply pressure to her clit, while the other held her thigh open as I moved deeply inside her, causing her to shake uncontrollably.
“Luke!” Her hands grasped my back, as if that would’ve helped her to anchor herself through the sensation we were both trapped in. I leaned down, trailing tender kisses over her chest, all the way up to throat and her chin.
“Good God, you feel so good,” was all I managed to say before I could feel her tighten in the way she usually did before she came. She let out one last moan, arching herself beneath me, before her pleasure struck her, causing shudders to roll through her entire body. Luce could barely catch a breath, with the sheer pleasure radiating from her face, and that triggered my orgasm. I slammed myself inside her two more times before I shot my load into her, buckling on top of her from the sudden sensation that had overcome me. I let out a loud grunt, gasping for air like she did, and needing a moment to recover. Still, I could not refrain from giving her another kiss. She was my entire world, right in my hands.