Chapter 49 #2
The world seemed to pause. A moment, fragile and fleeting, and yet the decision was already made.
More tears slid down my face as I crushed my lips to his.
Pain and fear blurred away, but love stayed.
Love wove through me like fresh air filling my lungs, my bloodstream, my whole body. God, why, oh way, it felt so right?
Luke’s hands snuck under my shirt, wrapped around my body, as if I were returning home. He pulled me impossibly close, welding our souls together, and a desperate groan of relief came out of him.
In that moment, something within me shifted. Fractured pieces of myself quietly mending. Some tiny part of my heart would always be changed because of tonight. Because of Luke. Because of his love. Whatever the future held, I knew I would never be the same.
I opened my mouth, letting him in, and he didn’t spare a second, his urgency colliding with mine. My fingers tightened against him, desperate to hold on, as though letting go would undo everything we had just found.
The overwhelming rush of the moment was soon replaced by lust coursing through our whole bodies, our minds finally catching up with what our souls already knew.
Our movements became frantic when we stumbled into his bedroom.
My hands fumbled against his shirt, tugging with a restless desperation, but he caught them gently, guiding me down instead.
Every hurried motion of mine met with his deliberate slowness, savoring each heartbeat between us, taking control with a tenderness that left me breathless.
Even though he took his time, he didn’t make me wait long.
I wanted him so much it was breaking me in half.
Luke pulled the shirt over my head, but left my hands tangled in it, then pinned them over my head and slowly let his other hand drag down my body.
His mouth found my neck, giving me open-mouthed kisses, and I moaned loudly from the sensation and his warm skin on me.
“Ask me anything you want from me, Hazel. It’s yours. My heart, my tongue, my insurance, and my social security number.”
It was so ridiculous I laughed. It didn’t matter anyway, because his insurance company probably wouldn’t accept my ‘needing Luke like I needed air to breathe’ claim as a medical necessity.
“...my soul, my touch,” he continued, dipping lower and licking my nipple. I arched into his mouth. This was heaven. This was everything.
He freed my hands, and my fingers immediately went into his hair, as I grazed his scalp in response to his tongue and teeth doing God’s work.
“Luke,” I moaned out his name. I didn’t know what I wanted him to do. I just wanted him.
“I know, sweetie. I know,” he said in a hushed voice, his palms warm against my flanks. “God, you’re so beautiful.”
It was too much and not enough. His mouth dipped to my stomach as his hands slowly slid my sweatpants down, his touch never leaving my body.
Luke’s was always a little warmer than mine, and it felt incredible.
The thick fabric slowly glided over my hips, and the intensity of the moment made my eyes shoot to the ceiling.
I had my lacy underwear on, but he didn’t take it off.
He pulled it aside just enough for his tongue to slightly graze the skin.
It was like electricity hitting me. The straps digging into my folds and him disappearing into the blackness of the night intensified every sensation.
His lips slowly mapped my inner thigh, traveling upwards until they landed between my legs.
The only thing I heard was my own moaning and my pumping heart.
Last week’s Hazel would have definitely cared about the volume in which my voice expelled his name.
The tips of his fingers played with my opening, and still, he didn’t sink into me deeper.
“Oh, Haze,” he groaned, like he had been starving for weeks. I whimpered and squirmed in his arms, but his hold around my hips was so tight I couldn’t move. It grounded me.
“Here?” The vibrations of his words danced along my labia.
I felt possessed, but I couldn’t talk, couldn’t think.
My hand went into his hair, and I pulled hard, earning myself another groan from him.
“It’s okay. I know.” He sucked and licked and pressed into me, as if he’d been doing it all his life. “I know every inch of you.”
He changed position, rearranging himself higher, and I used the opportunity to take his cock in my hand.
He closed his eyes in pleasure as I stroked him a couple of times.
His arm grabbed around mine, and he kissed me hard, like our lives depended on it.
It felt like it did. I didn’t know if he was following me or I him, but the pace increased.
After a minute, when I could feel him holding on to the last thread, he slid into me, slowly but mercilessly. My vision spasmed, and I closed my eyes. I couldn’t see anything anyway. So perfectly full.
“I fucking missed you so much,” he whispered in my ear, dragging his arms down my body. My fingernails digging into his back, the pleasure coursing through me.
“I missed you,” I said, clutching him to me.
Luke was sliding in and out of me with delicious slowness. A small thrust when reaching the end made me gasp every time, wishing it would never end.
I saw it now. How much Luke wanted love, too. He was softer with me now. I felt the traces of it the last time we were together, but now it blazed as brightly as fireworks above my head.
We moved into this ebb and flow with each other.
Dragging kisses. Lingering touches.
Desperate moans disappearing into the thin black night. Who would have thought that begging him to put me out of my misery and wanting him to never stop was actually the same thing? That was the case until I couldn’t take it anymore.
“Please,” I begged him, a tear rolling down my cheek. Something I promised I wouldn’t do. But I could with him. I felt safe enough to ask him what I desperately wanted, and he knew that. For the first time, he was ready to want someone who wanted him, too.
He raised his head and gave me the happiest, most sincere smile I’ve seen, and slowly stroked my cheek.
“Please, Luke. I need more.” I was so close. “I need you.”
His fingers snuck between my thighs, putting pressure on my center. I closed my eyes, losing myself in the mind-altering pleasure.
“Look at me,” he said breathlessly. “Show me how bright you can shine when you’re loved.” I opened my eyes, overwhelmingly happy tears rolling down my cheeks, as he crushed into me with renewed force, and I exploded. Burst. Burned alive in his arms.
A blinding, world-consuming moment of release overtook me, my whole body trembling. Luke held me as tightly as he could, grounding me to him, letting me feel him in every cell of my body.
“Oh God!” I exclaimed, barely holding myself together, squeezing my legs hard around his hips, a heat wave crashing over me.
His palm cupped my cheek, his caramel eyes watching me, leading me through the orgasm.
I wasn’t embarrassed anymore. I wanted him to see me like this, to see me belong to him. Because I did.
Luke rolled his hips into me, still chasing his pleasure, and my muscles spasmed around the incredible hardness inside me.
“Hazel. My Hazel.” My name slipped out of his mouth in a desperate breath as he held my gaze with so much love in his dark eyes. I would save that ‘my’ in the core of my brain so I could repeat it wherever I went.
“Please be mine,” he whispered, pressing his forehead to my collarbone, like he was offering more than a promise. Like he was handing me his whole heart. “And let me be yours.”
Luke disappeared into my neck and snuck into my dreams, forever making me forget I was ever anything but his.