Chapter 7 Shayanne #2
Luckily, Luke doesn’t make me wait long. Spreading my lower lips to get fuller access, he licks a slow line from my entrance up to my clit. “Delicious,” he murmurs.
“More where that came from,” I offer helpfully, pointing between my legs.
I shouldn’t have worried about that though because Luke dives in for more, driving me higher and higher.
He knows my body better than anyone, better than me even.
He’s showed me what I’m capable of, what my body can do, but I’ve done the same for him.
Not because I’m a sexpert, but because I’m a Luke-pert, an expert in all things Luke.
He knows that when he fastens his mouth over my clit and batters it with his tongue the way he’s doing now, I will detonate in seconds.
But I know that the way his hips are shifting over my legs, he’s gonna do the one thing he said he didn’t want to do – come in his jeans - if I don’t hurry.
I close my eyes and hold my breath, letting the sensations overwhelm me, feeling my husband worship me like he’ll never get enough of me.
The tightness builds, my entire being on the edge of shattering, and then that man, while still latched onto my clit like it’s the tastiest morsel he’s ever had, does something that shocks me…
He growls.
Not some sweet little purr or tiny vibration. No, he sounds like a damn animal. And oh my chee-sus and crackers, my whole body lights up like it’s the 4th of July and the entire wheelbarrow of firecrackers accidentally got lit at once.
“Luke!” I cry out, my hands shoving into his hair and holding him to me. If he moves, I will die. No, if he stops, I will kill him.
Thankfully, I don’t have to do that. He sucks harder, his tongue moves faster, and he growls again as sparklers, no those M-150 Black Cats, go off inside me.
As the explosions settle down, Luke lifts to his knees, his deft fingers making quick work of his jeans. When he shoves them and his underwear down to his thighs, I get a look at the prettiest penis I’ve ever seen. It’s also the only one, but I’m pretty sure the label still stands.
But now, his cute idea of keeping my legs locked is causing problems because there’s not a lot of room for me to spread my legs for him. “Just c’mere,” I say, solving problems the way I always do.
I take him in hand, and using the pre-cum running down his length, I stroke him up and down. He shifts a bit, bumping my clit with his tip on my downstroke, and we both groan. “Fuck, honey. Keep doing that.”
As if I was gonna stop. I’ve got Luke right where I want him – about to come in my hand and cover my pussy with his cum. Both of us are gonna be satisfied, and nobody will be the wiser.
“Do not get a drop inside me,” I warn.
“You’re on birth control,” he grits out as he throws his head back, the veins in his neck visible as he strains to hold on a little longer.
I tilt my head, glaring. I’m no fool though, what has him peeling his eyes open is that I stop jacking him and squeeze the base of his cock tightly.
“Fair point,” he agrees. I’m not exactly Fertile Myrtle here, but we basically decided to try and popped positive the very next month with Riley. Only test I ever passed with flying colors.
“Come all over me instead.” The words are a hot whisper, delivered intentionally as I swirl my hand up and down his length, my thumb caressing the spot just beneath his crown that I know he loves for me to play with.
I feel him getting close… so close, and feel like I’m the most powerful woman in the world to bring a man like Luke to his knees.
That’s when I strike. “Show me how much you love me, cowboy. Let me see it… spill it right here.”
“Fuck, Shay,” Luke groans a split second before I feel the hot splashes of his cum hitting my lower belly and pussy.
Feeling like the cat that got the cream, I smile to myself as I squeeze every blessed drop from him. And when he falls to the side, laying out next to me and panting harder than he ever does from riding or training a difficult horse, I smile even bigger.
Until I realize that I have to do something with the puddle. “Uhm, I hope you did the Boy Scout thing and came prepared with a towel?”
Luke chuckles and reaches behind his head to pull his shirt over his head, promptly and carefully swiping me clean with the soft cotton. His eyes go distant and he says quietly, “You’re always beautiful, but you looked extra gorgeous when you had my baby in you.”
He glances up quick, judging my reaction.
Another one? We haven’t really talked about that.
Other than when I got on birth control because Riley was a newborn.
But he’s in school a few days a week now and Leo’s in school full-time.
I also have my business… and my goats… and an entire blended family that’d put the Brady Bunch to shame to take care of…
and Luke is here and gone, and gone and here.
“Gotcha,” he whispers. His eyes are dancing with delight at having gotten one over on me.
Ooh, this man! He’s gonna pay for that!
I tickle his ribs, dance my fingers around to his sides while he spasms and squirms, trying to get away. “What if I’d said yes?” I snap, laughing too.
He shrugs carelessly. “Then you’d probably be pregnant next month.” Grinning, he says confidently, “I like our life like it is. Don’t you?”
I nod, agreeing. “Yeah, you’re alright, I guess.”
We lay there a little longer, just enjoying the quiet stillness and appreciating how life has turned out. But after a bit, I reluctantly ask him, “You think everyone else is already down at the pond?”
Brows drawn in confusion, he asks, “Is that where we’re supposed to end up?”
“Yeah, that’s rendezvous point B.” I say it seriously, but Luke laughs like I’m kidding.
He has no idea that us women cussed and discussed, plotted and planned today’s fun out like we were going to war against our husbands.
I’m pretty sure Katelyn had a minute-by-minute breakdown of the timeline for games, food, and fun.
“Maybe in a few minutes.” Luke pulls me in a little closer and I lay my head back on his chest, deciding he’s right. Everyone else can wait. We’re busy.