Chapter 9 #2
He growled into my neck, rolling my nipple between his fingers.
“That’s all you.” His arm was under my head, my body tucked safely against him, and his free hand started to roam, up and down, lightly tracing every one of my curves with his fingers.
By the time he moved his hand between my legs, I was gasping, and he was pumping between my thighs.
He reached over to the table and got a condom, quickly adjusting it on.
Then slowly, slowly, he entered me from behind, taking my leg and pulling it back over his hip, moving in until I felt him deep inside.
“Luke,” I sighed. He pumped in and out at a leisurely pace, moving his fingers through my folds.
I got increasingly frantic with his touch, jerking my hips as I got closer to an orgasm.
“Where do you want me to touch you? Show me,” he said, and I took his fingers and positioned them on my clit, then tried to grind against them.
Without warning he flipped me onto my stomach, still inside me. “Get on your knees. Oh, your ass.” He ran his other hand over it, squeezing, and I got on my knees and pushed back against him, driving him harder inside me.
His fingers still positioned against my clit, he started rocking into me, driving me against them. My vision started to blur from the pleasure of it. “Tell me what you want,” he commanded.
“Like…that…like…that…harder…please…Luke, oh, Luke…” and I came again, clenching around him, crying out, and I heard him groan loudly, pulse inside me while griping my hips, then lean down, resting on my back, damp with exertion.
Luke pulled out and I groaned. I wanted him to stay inside me. Maybe forever.
I was flat on my face in the sheets, my mind in a haze. He fell down next to me, and I scooted over and rested my cheek on his chest, leg coming up over his. No, we would stay like this forever. My stomach growled.
“It was a workout,” he commented. “Want some breakfast?”
I still didn’t want to move. “In a minute.”
“What do you want? If you could have anything, do anything today, what would it be?”
“I would stay in this bed with you for as long as possible, in these wonderful sheets.”
“The sheets are nice?”
“The sheets are like butter.” I thought of the threadbare set on my double bed. “If I had them on my bed I would never want to get out of it.”
“Nice sheets. Ok, what else?”
“I would have all the coffee I could drink. And fresh fruit. Strawberries and cherries, as much as I wanted.”
“That seems doable.”
“Too expensive,” I explained. “I limit myself to one cup of coffee. And no strawberries or cherries until I can pick them myself.”
“Are you not eating well?” he asked quietly, tracing his fingers down my arm.
I pulled closer to him. “I’m fine. We’re fine. Want to know what I would do next?”
“Tell me.”
“I would go sailing, all day long. I went once when I was in eighth grade and I loved it.”
“That sounds like a very nice day,” Luke commented. “Could I come with you?”
“You being there was a given.” I could sit in a mud puddle with him and it would be a nice day. It had been a nice evening when I was covered in vomit because I was with him.
“Oh, Lord, what time is it?” I jerked my head up and he reached for his watch.
“About nine. What time do you have to get Charlie?”
“Pretty soon. I should get up.” But I didn’t want to move. I sketched the line of hair down his stomach with my fingers, and his abs tensed. “I love this line,” I told him. “It seems very directional to me. Directing me…down.”
“Take it as you will,” he urged, making me laugh. I was happy enough to float off the bed. Then Luke sighed. “I have to leave again, next week.”
I felt my muscles tense. “When? For where?”
He rubbed my back. “I’m going to London on Monday, then Liechtenstein on Wednesday.”
“That sounds fun.”
“Not really.” He sighed again. “I’d rather do the sailing day with you. I’d rather do anything with you. Part of me working from here is knowing that I have to travel more, though. Maybe someday you can come with me.”
“Maybe.” That idea seemed very far-fetched.
“Let’s get up and have some breakfast, and then get Charlie. How would you like to go up in a plane, instead of on a boat?”
I sat up and gulped. “I’ve never been on a plane before.” His eyes widened. “I know, I’m a rube.”
“You’re not a rube.” Luke ran his palm over my cheek, down my shoulder, and cupped my breast. I pressed it into his hand, my nipple hardening, and he smiled. “You’re a temptress. Go get dressed, and I’ll make all the coffee I have in the house.”
I got dressed, washing carefully in the shower.
I was a little sore from all the, um, exertions of the night before.
And the morning. But all my muscles clenched when I thought about how Luke touched me, how he felt inside me.
The more I thought about him, the more I wanted to run out of the shower and attack him.
So by the time I got out, and saw that he had made a carafe of coffee, and found some dried cherries in his pantry for me, I didn’t hold back.
We ended up making out with me planted on the kitchen counter, legs wrapped around his waist, then he sat in a chair and I sank down on him, riding up and down as he grabbed my ass, sucked on my breasts, and we came seconds apart, again.
I rested my head on his shoulder, breathing hard.
“Whatever I did to deserve that, I’m glad,” Luke said hoarsely.
“The coffee,” I explained.
I called Martha from the car to say that I was running a little late, and we raced over to her house. Her eyebrows shot to her hairline when I got out of Luke’s car.
“Good morning, honey. We’re just about to head to church. Maybe you’d like to come too?”
I blushed red as a beet, and Martha chuckled. “How was last night?” I asked her. “Did the boys have fun?”
“Frankie had a wonderful time, and I think Charlie did too. We were glad to have him. Such a polite little boy!” I was happy to hear that.
Most of my manners lessons had seemed to be short-lived.
“He has a big heart, Emily. It’s so nice for Frankie to have a friend who accepts him just the way he is.
” I looked at her and smiled. That was my sweet pea.
Charlie came running into Martha’s kitchen and I pulled him into a hug. “Hi, pal! Did you get any sleep last night?” Frankie entered more slowly. “Frankie, did he drive you crazy?”
“You’re Charlie’s aunt,” he told me, then looked at Charlie hugging me. “We had fun.”
“I’m glad. Got your stuff, sweet pea? Are you ready?”
He looked into the yard where Luke and Carl were talking. “Why is Luke here?”
“Well, he thought it might be fun for us to go for a ride in his Cessna, his plane. What do you think?”
Charlie’s eyes were huge. “Yes! Yes, please! Can Frankie go, too?”
Martha shook her head. “Frankie needs to go to church now. It probably wouldn’t hurt anyone to go,” she remarked nonchalantly, and I blushed again.
We drove to the grass-field airport where Luke kept his plane. My stomach was in knots. I knew, theoretically, how planes flew. I understood flight dynamics, and Newton’s laws of motion. But in practice, putting that tiny white tin can in the air seemed really inadvisable.
Luke did a pre-flight inspection of the Cessna.
He showed Charlie and me around the plane, naming the various parts and gear, and Charlie helped him to untie it.
We got in and put headsets on to be able to hear each other.
Luke started running down a checklist, turning things on, flicking switches, turning knobs.
“Buckle up,” he advised, and with a bump we started taxiing down the grass runway.
Charlie was so happy and excited that I could hear him laughing through the headset. “Where do you want to go?” Luke asked.
I shrugged. Now was not a time to speak; it was time to pray. Angel of God, my guardian dear, to whom God's love commits me here, ever this day, be at my side, to light and guard, rule and guide.
“Amen,” I said aloud.
Luke glanced over at me, eyebrow raised. “Are you praying?”
Our speed increased and the engine noise did too. Then with another bump we were airborne.
“We’re flying! We’re flying!” Charlie was yelling behind me.
St. Michael the Archangel, defend us in battle; be our defense against the wickedness and snares of the devil.
“You all right?” Luke asked me, his voice sounding tinny and suppressed through the headset. I planted a smile on my face and gave him a thumbs-up.
“We’re going to stay low, ok, sweetheart?” Another thumbs-up. Hail Mary, full of Grace, the Lord is with thee. Blessed are thou among women and blessed is the fruit of thy womb Jesus. Holy Mary Mother of God, pray for us sinners now and at the hour of our death.
“Amen.”
He gave me a worried look, and reached over to squeeze my knee. I replaced his hand on the airplane steering wheel. The yoke, Luke had called it. Hands on the yoke.
“Let’s go see the Manitou Islands!” Charlie said.
After a while, flying over both islands, Big Glen and Little Glen Lakes, and the Sleeping Bear Dunes up to Leland, over to Suttons Bay and Omena and Northport, with Luke keeping a steady stream of distracting conversation, I started to actually enjoy myself.
It was amazing being able to see so far.
I had been to the observation deck of the Renaissance Center in Detroit on a school field trip, but this was better.
I smiled at Luke, this time a real smile, and he grinned at me, clearly loving every moment up in his plane.
We finally landed, and Luke helped me out. Despite my new, relaxed attitude about flying, my legs were shaking, hard.
“Can you speak now?” he asked me.
“What?”
“You haven’t said one word since we took off, except ‘amen.’ Were you praying the whole time?”
“No!” Not the whole time. “I had fun, Luke, thank you for taking us.” He raised an eyebrow. “Ok, it was a little rough at first, but then I had fun. I mean it.” I leaned up and kissed him.