Chapter 19 Luke
Luke
The blistering heat of that kiss in Salt has ebbed, leaving behind an unfamiliar creep of nerves as she fidgets on my front step. Even the easy flow of our pub chat has vanished, replaced by the heavy knowledge that everything between us is about to change.
“Drink?” I ask, heading straight for the wine rack.
“Please,” she responds, kicking her shoes off by the door.
I pour us both a generous glass of red and we find ourselves on the sofa in a mirror of our last conversation here, a mere handful of days ago.
“Do you want to start by telling me what you know you like?” I suggest, shrugging off my suit jacket and settling into the cushions.
“Ok,” she replies, tilting her head to the side in thought. “I like basically everything I’ve tried so far. But that’s not a very extensive menu. I guess I’m a bit of a blank slate.” She shrugs, taking a sip of her wine and peeking at me over the rim. So, it’s not just me that’s suddenly nervous.
“Ok, well why don’t we use tonight to get to know each other a bit, in that sense at least. Forget the list; we can just explore and go slow and see what you like.” I aim for casual but my trousers are suddenly feeling uncomfortably tight.
“That sounds good,” she agrees, setting her wine down and turning to face me. Fuck, why does this feel so awkward? I set my glass down too and move forward a bit so we’re closer.
“You appeared rather suddenly tonight,” she says, tilting her head as she gives me a small smirk. “And just at the right time. Were you watching me, Luke?”
I study her, the glimmer of mischief in her eyes daring me to lie. Instead, I exhale slowly. “Of course I was watching you. You think I’ve been able to stop thinking about you since the last time you were here?”
I reach a hand out and brush my thumb over her bottom lip. She shivers slightly at my touch and the fire between us reignites. She blinks and my eyes slip to her throat as she swallows.
“You think I haven’t thought about kissing you before?
” I continue, shifting closer. “About learning the shape of you underneath your clothes?” I put my hand on her thigh and inch it slowly upwards, taking the hem of her dress with me.
“Do you think it’s possible to be in the same room as you and not notice every little thing about you?
You’re a beautiful woman, Em. And I have a feeling I’m only just getting to know the real you.
” My hand pauses halfway up her thigh. I’m pretty sure she’s stopped breathing.
“You think so?” she whispers, a touch of vulnerability in her voice. Fuck Colin for making her doubt herself.
“I know so. Yes, I was watching you. I was watching shitty footage of you on our CCTV because I couldn’t bear the thought of someone… unworthy… getting their hands on you.”
She shifts on the sofa, parting her thighs a bit as my hand resumes its steady climb. My heart rate ratchets up.
“And are you worthy, Luke?” she teases, biting her lip.
“Fuck no. I’m too old for you, for starters. It’s inappropriate in a hundred ways. I’ve known you since you were a kid. You’re my best friend’s sister. You’ve been through so much. But I never said I wasn’t weak. I’d throw myself at your feet before I let someone like Lazlo touch you.”
We’re practically breathing each other’s air now, as she stares into my eyes. I can feel the tension crackling between us but she surprises me by making the first move. Just as my thumb reaches the top of her thigh, she leans forward and presses her mouth to mine.
It’s tentative, for all of two seconds, before she slides her fingers into my hair and suddenly, I feel like a passenger.
She’s driving this and I wonder how I ever doubted that she was a woman who knows what she wants and isn’t afraid to demand it.
Any awkwardness evaporates the instant she touches me and I hold back a groan as she dominates our kiss.
It sparks something in me and I move, seizing back control and crowding her on the sofa as she makes space for me between her thighs.
The invitation sends a bolt right through my cock as our kiss becomes a claiming.
I move my hand back up to her jaw, cradling her face as we explore each other.
There’s an electricity humming beneath my skin as she lets out a small moan that sends a wave of pleasure right through me.
“Come on, let’s move to the bedroom,” I say, breaking off and tugging her to her feet before striding up the stairs. As I turn back on the landing, she’s pulling her dress off over her head and I nearly walk into the bloody doorframe as I stop to stare at her.
Emmy in clothes is one thing – beautiful, of course, but familiar. Emmy laid bare is another thing altogether. She’s wearing a lacy bra and pants, sexy but demure, and she’s halfway through pulling off a pair of tights when she catches my eye and blushes. I swallow hard.
“Look at you,” I breathe, stepping closer to her as she now stands in my bedroom doorway in her underwear.
She looks self-conscious but holds her chin up anyway as I openly admire her.
She bites her lip as she reaches up and unclasps her bra, letting it fall to the floor between us, then follows suit with her pants.
She’s got a soft belly, round hips, and a small waist. Curves in all the right places, softness where I love it most. I want to lick every naked inch of her.
“You’re stunning,” I say simply and reach out my hand.
She takes it and I pull her into the bedroom, taking the opportunity to kiss her before I walk her backwards to the bed.
“We’ll go as slow as you like, ok? If you want me to stop or you don’t like anything, just say stop and I’ll listen straight away. Ok?”
She nods at me as we reach the edge of the bed.
“I need to hear the words, Emmy,” I say, testing out my slightly more commanding tone with her. I need to know if this will resonate with her if we’re truly going to fulfil everything on her list.
“Ok, Luke. If I say stop, you’ll stop.” She sinks back onto the bed, propped on her elbows as she looks up at me. If I don’t get inside her soon, I might die. But I need to taste her first.
“Good girl,” I murmur. She shivers – she’s clearly never heard those words in this context. Emmeline Warner has a praise kink. God fucking help me.
I climb onto the bed as she parts her thighs, eyes going wide as I loom above her. I’m a lot bigger than her but I want her to know that she’s completely in control, utterly safe with me. I am still in my shirt and suit trousers but I’ll strip off once I’ve unravelled her at least once.
I press a soft kiss to her lips and then begin a trail of light kisses along her jaw and down her neck as she makes soft sounds of approval.
I stop as I get to her perfect tits, unable to resist cupping them in both my palms and rubbing my thumbs lightly over her rosy buds.
She squirms beneath me and I grin as I lean down and give her left nipple a long leisurely lick before sucking it into my mouth.
Her body arches off the bed and she gives a little cry, before I turn my attention to her other nipple.
“Fuck,” she whispers, looking down at me as we make eye contact. I grin again and continue my trail southwards, pausing to lick the dips in her belly by her hips. She’s panting slightly as I arrive at the top of her thighs.
“Luke, you don’t have to—”
“What?”
“You don’t have to do that if you don’t want to,” she rushes out, suddenly blushing.
“What the fuck are you talking about?”
“Colin said men don’t like the taste of… It doesn’t matter. You can just, er, use your hand if you prefer.”
I swear to God, I’m going to punch Colin in the fucking throat.
“Emmy. If you say stop, I will stop. But if not, nothing is going to stop me from tasting you. Every inch of you. You’re perfect, exactly as you are.”
She gives me a slightly timid nod and then leans her head back against the bed with her eyes closed. I can feel the tension radiating through her thighs. I want to rewrite everything that that fuckbag ever taught her about herself.
Without pausing for any more chitchat, I lean forward and softly breathe warm air over her bare pussy. I hear a sharp intake of breath as I part her and give her a long, confident lick right up her centre. Her hips buck and she gasps, her hands flying to her face.
I smile to myself and lick her again, this time pausing to swirl my tongue around her clit.
She nearly shoots off the bed, and I put a hand firmly on her belly to hold her in place.
I begin a firm, rhythmic pattern with my tongue, swirling around her entrance before looping back around her clit and within minutes, she’s panting heavily and squirming.
“Please, Luke,” she pleads, though I don’t think she knows what she’s even asking for.
“I’ll take care of you, sweetheart,” I reply, the endearment popping out unexpectedly.
I can feel her getting closer and I take this moment to slide two fingers inside her, curling them towards me as I find her g-spot.
I work her with precision, fingers and tongue worshipping her in a relentless rhythm as her orgasm builds.
She cries out, thrashing slightly as I keep her pinned down and at my mercy.
“Fuck, fuck, fuck,” she chants like a prayer, and I feel her walls start to flutter around my fingers. I’m so hard it hurts, but I need to feel her come first.
A few moments later, I feel her orgasm crest and I suck hard on her clit as she shatters around my hand. She arches her back and lets out a full-body scream as I groan and work her through it, wringing out every last second of her pleasure until she goes limp on the bed.
“Luke,” she pants, eyes still closed. “Get naked. Immediately.” She opens her eyes, and her voice is hoarse. “I need to feel you inside me.”