39. Gigi
CHAPTER 39
Gigi
I feel the sun shining through the window, alerting me that it’s morning already. I turn to the side, only to feel a hard, naked chest next to me. Fluttering my eyes open, I see Luke with damp hair, smelling like soap. He has dark circles and looks like he’s been up all night, but he’s here. He’s in one piece.
“You’re back,” I say, my voice raspy. My back turns, returning me to my original position, as I pull his arm and drape it over my stomach. I want to be the little spoon.
Intertwining my fingers with his, Luke pulls me closer to him. “Where else would I be?” I feel his breath on the crown of my head, caressing me as he exhales. “It’s still early, Gi. Let’s sleep in.”
The second time I wake up, I feel his hand cupping my left breast under my shirt. The friction of his calloused skin against my nipple causes me to tilt my head back, pushing me further into his embrace. From the corner of my eye, I see a satisfied grin on Luke’s face. “What time is it?” I ask, not really caring.
“Almost noon,” he answers as he kisses the crook of my neck. “Becca is with her friends and Bianca just left for a hair appointment.”
I want to say something. To ask what our plan is for the day. To tell him that maybe we can visit Zach in Marble Crest. But the words die on the tip of my tongue. My brain is a jumbled mess of pleasure with both of Luke’s palms now on my breasts, kneading them as his fingers play with my hardened nipples. I push my ass against his bulge, and I feel it turn rock hard behind my back. I grind against him, knowing that it will drive Luke over the edge, wanting this to go more than just touching, needing to feel a connection to him after yesterday.
“Gigi.”
“I missed you yesterday.” Ridiculous, really. We were apart for less than twenty-four hours. In that time span, I felt the full range of emotions, reaching the crescendo when I thought maybe he would hurt himself due to all the stress and pressure. “Where did you go, Luke?”
Luke lifts my shirt up and pulls it over my head before throwing it on the floor. He kisses me from my earlobe to my jaw as his finger trails the curve of my hip. “I was at the graveyard.”
“All night?”
“Yes,” he answers, grabbing my ass. “Saw your mom when I came in. She gave us her blessing.”
“Really?” The question isn’t supposed to come out as a breathy gasp, but when Luke inserts a finger inside my opening and slides the wetness to my clit, I feel heat radiating everywhere. “What did she say?”
“She doesn’t want to be a grandmother yet,” he says, smiling. With his finger still rubbing lazy circles between my thighs, he gently pushes my shoulder to the side, making me lie on my back. Honey eyes look up at me as he plants a short, teasing kiss on each of my nipples. “Told me I should become a Catholic.”
I grin. I pleaded my case to her before she left for work. I’m glad it didn’t go in vain. That’s Mom for you . With how he feasts on my breasts, you’d think I have porn star tits. He sucks and licks while I run my hand through his hair with my eyes closed, enjoying the tingling sensation all over my body. He’s so good at this, making me come. With his fingers. With his tongue. But right now, I want to do something else. Something that I haven’t done before since Luke likes to be the one giving.
“Can I be on top today?” I ask after he gives me my first orgasm for the day.
At some point, Luke must have taken his underwear off, because his erection is staring at me. Red and veiny, ready to go. He leans his back against the headboard, giving me full access to his body. “Be my guest,” he says, biting his bottom lip.
“Will you tell me what to do?” I ask as I sink myself onto him slowly. We both moan the moment his dick is fully inside of me, filling me up. Lacing my fingers at the nape of his neck to steady myself, I start moving up and down. Slowly at first, but the moment I get the hang of it, I start picking up the pace.
“You’re fucking perfect, Gi,” he rasps with hooded eyes. Both of his hands squeeze my ass. “Keep doing this and your mom might have to be a grandma soon.”
Again, Luke’s arm snakes between us, touching my still-swollen bud. As I moan, I feel myself losing my rhythm. I start to go slower, not being able to focus while having him play with me. He squeezes my right breast before both of his hands lock on my hips as he thrusts into me from below. “Touch yourself,” he commands, so I continue where he left off.
We come undone together in a pool of sweat with me moaning his name and Luke cursing. Luke doesn’t push me off, instead he pulls me closer, cupping my face as he kisses me hungrily. Like he needs me to breathe.
Still panting, I stare into those honey eyes that have become a safe haven for me these past few months. My whole body heats up when I realize just how intense my feelings for him are. There is nothing I wouldn’t do for this man. Luke deserves the world and I’m going to try to give it to him.
This is the real deal, Gigi. This is what it feels like to love. This is what it feels like to be loved.