Chapter 7 #3
‘I want to make you come, too,’ she answered. If this was a one-time thing she didn’t want to waste her opportunity to see just how big he was, to feel him inside her.
He gently took her hand away from his cock. ‘No, this one’s just for you.’
Then, moving down the sofa, his tongue trailing down her stomach, he slowly removed her jeans and lace underwear, until his mouth found her clit. Luke seemed to know exactly how to touch her, his mouth working in magical ways as he gripped her thighs, holding her in place.
‘Oh my God,’ she whispered, her voice breaking as he increased the pressure.
She could feel herself building towards an orgasm, every nerve ending alive with sensation.
He slipped a finger inside her, then another, curving them upwards and further into her, as his tongue continued its relentless rhythm.
She arched into him as his tongue teased her, stroking and then lightly licking.
She let out a nearly inaudible moan, her breath taken away by the tenderness, the desire, and her total fucking desperation to orgasm.
She couldn’t remember the last time she had felt this turned on, and before she knew it, she was coming, thrusting up towards his mouth, her body convulsing around him, into him.
He smiled, lifting his head from between her thighs.
She had never seen anything so hot. He ran his hands back up her body, before he moved up and cradled her against him.
She looked at him sheepishly, wondering when the last time was that she’d orgasmed so hard . . . ‘This wasn’t exactly fair . . .’
‘That’s where you’re wrong,’ said Luke and she could hear his voice reverberating in his chest, ‘because now you owe me, which means I get to see you again.’
‘Oh, you are definitely going to see me again.’ She smiled, thinking that this rebound was working out better than she’d ever expected. ‘I am going to make extra sure of that.’
After he had dropped her home, she ran herself a deep hot bath in the roll-top tucked neatly into the corner of her lopsided en suite, grateful that the pipes seemed to be holding up just fine.
She filled it with the mandarin bubble bath Henry had gifted her last Christmas – now of course she realised he probably didn’t even buy it for her, his bloody assistant did!
By which point, the glow of the orgasm was nearly fading, so she poured herself another glass of wine.
And decided she was just going to think about the now.
Or rather her weekend. Because let’s face it, unless Farmington was the best kept secret in the world, weekends like that didn’t come along that often.
It had been amazing, insane even, but was it too soon?
As she lay back letting the water wash over her, she smiled to herself.
Why did it matter? She was allowed to have as much rebound sex as she liked, so long as she didn’t fall in love or cause any broken hearts.
She was creating a new life. And there was no reason why her new life couldn’t start immediately – perhaps Luke was the best possible way to heal, maybe he was just what she needed.
She took a sip of wine, thinking back to this evening.
After he had given her what quite frankly she thought was one of the best orgasms of her life, he just lay looking at her.
His cheeky beautiful eyes gazing into hers.
Then after a minute he simply stood up, grabbed her by the hand and said, ‘Right, you, time for me to be getting you home. This wasn’t quite what I had in mind when I invited you home to meet the puppies! ’
‘Are you throwing me out, Luke?’ she countered, quickly pulling her clothes back on.
‘Never. But I wouldn’t want to keep you out too late after a busy weekend, and I have a very early start at Stanley’s tomorrow.’
‘Okay, I give in, just one more cuddle . . . with my favourite pup,’ she quipped.
She ran over and swooped the smallest puppy up into her arms, and it immediately nuzzled into her cashmere jumper.
‘She is my absolute favourite, I love this one,’ murmured Eliza.
‘It looks like she loves you, too – she’s the runt of the litter – maybe you were meant to be a dog mother after all! I’m not sure anyone else will take her.’
‘Luke, that is emotional blackmail, but I’ll think about it,’ she replied, smiling as she placed the tiny little pup back with its siblings.
What was she thinking! She would think about it?
There was no way she could add a puppy to her life at the moment – this was her no-attachments three months.
She needed to take a break from all things that required commitment.
Look where her hopes and dreams of committing to Henry had got her.
And now here she was, thirty-eight years old, single and running out of time.
So why get lost in that drama again. No.
Nancy was right; this was the time for fun!
And who knew what other hot sexy men were out there for her? Maybe Luke was just the beginning . . .