Epilogue #2
The tenderness in his voice made my chest tight with something I wasn’t ready to name. With Zack, I’d felt like I was performing, trying to be what he wanted. But Luke was looking at me like I was already everything he needed.
“I promise.”
He nodded before settling back on top of me, and I nearly groaned at how good his weight felt pressing me into the bed. His hands skated up my sides, tugging my sports bra off over my head. Luke’s eyes roamed over me slowly, and I relished at the look he was giving me.
“God, you’re so beautiful. I want to make you feel so good, V,” he murmured before dragging his tongue across one of my breasts and sucking a nipple into his mouth. I whimpered beneath him, threading my fingers into his hair.
“More of that, please,” I breathed, making him chuckle before giving me exactly what I wanted.
His tongue eventually made its way down my stomach, and he worked my yoga pants down over my hips and onto the floor, my underwear soon to follow.
I was laid bare before him, and I’d never felt more powerful.
Every nerve ending felt alive under his gaze.
My skin was flushed and sensitive, and I could feel my pulse everywhere—my throat, my wrists, between my legs.
The way he was looking at me made me feel like I was glowing from the inside out.
His face was flushed, and his chest rose and fell quickly while his dick strained against his sweatpants.
Luke dropped to his knees at the edge of the bed, and I gasped when his large hands grasped my thighs and pulled me down toward him. He dragged his tongue up my center and over my clit, making me arch against the bed.
“Since you’re so open to hearing my list, the first thing I want to do is eat this pussy until you come on my face.” He demonstrated by sucking my clit into his mouth and letting out a satisfied hmm against me. I didn’t know that I cared about the rest of the list.
“And then I want to fuck you until you come again. After that, we can see if you’re up for more. Are you on board with this plan?” he asked, the sexiest grin imaginable on his face as he looked up at me.
“I…yes, I’m very on board with this plan,” I breathed, almost laughing at how not-nervous I was.
There was no performance here, no trying to be someone else.
Just me and Luke and this electric current running between us that made my whole body hum with anticipation.
I felt safe enough to want him completely, and that freedom was intoxicating.
Because this is how things are supposed to be, I reminded myself.
Every touch felt like a promise that he wouldn’t hurt me, that he wouldn’t make me regret this moment.
My body was responding to more than just his hands and mouth; it was responding to the certainty that I was exactly where I belonged
Luke spread my thighs with his hands let his tongue do the work. He had me teetering on the edge within minutes before sliding two fingers inside of me and pushing me right over.
“Oh, yeah, let’s do that again,” he huffed out, his eyes wild, his hair messy. He had never looked hotter.
I took deep breaths and nodded my agreement because holy shit he was attentive. My legs were trembling, and I could feel the aftershocks pulsing through me. The way he’d made me let go so completely left me feeling both satisfied and greedy for more.
“Do you need a minute? Water?” he asked, now kneeling between my legs and kissing his way back up my body.
“Just, like, one minute,” I said, slowing down my heart rate.
“Done.”
He gave one last open-mouthed kiss on the underside of my breast, which I never thought about being hot before, but god, his mouth felt good.
Every flick of his tongue sent little aftershocks through my system from what he’d just done to me.
I felt boneless and electric at the same time, completely aware of every place his skin touched mine.
He stood and opened one of his dresser drawers and fished out a condom before coming back and lying down next to me, tugging me firmly into his body.
I traced a path down his stomach and under his waistband, relishing the breath he sucked in before I gripped him in my hand and stroked him.
“Yesssss, just like that,” he murmured, his lips pressing light kisses on my face.
Rising up, I pulled impatiently on his sweatpants, and he helped me get them, plus his boxers, onto the floor.
He was stupidly beautiful. My mouth went dry looking at him—all lean muscle and confident swagger, sprawled out like he was mine to explore.
And he was. The thought sent heat pooling low in my belly all over again
He put his arms behind his head and looked perfectly content to have my eyes roll over every inch of him.
I leaned over and swirled my tongue around the head of his cock, lighting up when he could no longer stay in his relaxed position.
Instead, his hand was smoothing back my hair out of my face as I took him into my mouth and sucked, hollowing out my cheeks.
“ Damn it that feels so good,” he groaned, prompting me to take him even deeper. I found myself having fun playing with him—trying to make his words more unintelligible.
“V,” he panted. “I need to be inside you.” The desperate edge in his voice made me clench with want. I’d never felt this kind of raw need before—not just physical, but emotional. I wanted all of him, wanted to be as close as two people could possibly get.
I lie back down beside him and waited for him to roll on the condom.
“Again…you’re sure? You’re good?” he asked, shifting so he was hovering back over me.
“So sure. So good,” I assured him. And I was.
“If I’m hurting you, you’ll stop me…”
I nodded, but I wasn’t worried.
Luke captured my mouth gently and pressed inside of me slowly, rubbing my clit as he did.
I got lost in the feeling of him being that close, and I fell into it.
I’d never experienced this feeling—not just our bodies joining, but the way he watched my face, the way he moved like my pleasure was more important than his own.
I felt completely safe to fall apart in his arms. His tongue played with different pressure against mine, and he moved slowly at first, allowing me to adjust.
“You feel so good, V. You’re perfect,” he murmured against my ear as he found his rhythm. The sensation was still new, but I felt nothing but the care he was putting into every touch, every kiss.
Luke rocked against me, bringing me right back to the peak again, his fingers brushing over my clit and his voice whispering praise in my ear, and I let go, my body arching into his and static racing through my body.
I felt like I was floating, my whole body singing with satisfaction and something deeper—a contentment that came from being seen.
He followed shortly after and collapsed next to me, continuing to kiss me at a slow, unhurried pace.
“Are you okay?” he asked finally, toying with the end of my ponytail .
“Of course. I’m with you,” I replied honestly.
“That’s the nicest thing I think you’ve ever said to me,” he said seriously.
“Well, it’s true. Now come here,” I commanded lightly, drawing him back up to my lips.
It didn’t matter what we said or didn’t say on that particular afternoon, and truthfully, I still had a fear of admitting my weakness for him, but I was working on it.
I loved him.
Not in the way a damsel loved her knight, though he was that for me on more than one occasion, but in the way that a fire loved oxygen.
Even when I was sure it had gone out, he fed the spark that was left until I felt like myself again.
He did take care of me, but he trusted me to take care of him too, and maybe that made all the difference.