"Tell me what you want to do to me," I whispered as I leaned back in the tub. His arms stroked my legs, my breasts, and my shoulders.
"I want to make you mine."
"That's it?" I laughed. "Tell me what you want to do to me."
I wrapped my arms around the back of his neck, and he kissed my shoulders.
"I want to make love to you until the sun comes up. I want you to know that you are the most beautiful woman alive, and pleasure you until you feel you can't take it anymore, and then I want to fuck you until I can't take it anymore."
I turned around abruptly, splashing water, and he laughed again.
"What? Please tell me you didn't expect it to be lollipops and rainbows. I've seen the way you've looked at me, Jen. Undressing me with your eyes, imagining the dirty things you'd do to me. I'd be lying if I said I didn't want you to do those dirty things. I want to make you come, and then I want to fuck you senseless. And when you think we're finished, I want to do it again and again. I want to pleasure you in ways you've never been pleasured and hear the sound of my name being whispered from your lips.
"You're looking at me like you had no idea." He laughed.
"I want to whisper your name as we make love. But I want it slow…" I said, trailing my hand down his lips. "And then I want to scream it when you're giving it to me hard." I moved my finger, tracing the Mark Twain quote on his chest.
"And then I want you to fuck me into oblivion." My hands found their way down his abs and lightly brushed against his hard-on.
Luke moved closer to me, and as we stared into each other's eyes, I tilted my head. In slow motion as if the moment would last forever, Luke's lips met mine, and we were kissing. Soft kisses, the ones that make a girl smile days later. Then rough ones, the kind that make you want to liquefy into each other. Our tongues wrestled with one another, fighting the pent up aggression, and sexual tension that neither of us ever would win. We wanted to be inside of one another, completely together.
Luke rubbed the bubbles over my breasts and trailed his hands to my sex. Oh, his hands were so soft on me, touching and caressing each part of me, and with each touch, I wanted to give into him, in the water, like in my fantasy.
He continued to kiss me, placing his fingers between my legs and adding pressure to places that throbbed to be touched. Without hesitation, I took a tighter hold of his hardness and slid my hand up and down, allowing the soap and water to help guide my movements. He groaned with satisfaction, and I moaned with pleasure. More heated kisses and our wet bodies were out of the tub, drying one another off. We wanted each other more than summer wanted—no, needed—rain.
With each touch, the sexual chains released, and I found myself begging Luke to take me.
In his bedroom, different-sized candles filled the room. Before leading me to the four-poster king-sized bed, he had grabbed the bottom of my chin and made me stare into his deep blues.
"Are you sure this is what you want?"
I licked my lips and nibbled on his bottom lip. "Yes," I whispered.
Luke demanded I lay down. I obeyed.
I opened my legs so he could see every part of me. He was on all fours kissing the inside of my thighs, licking me all over, and buried his head into my sex. Working his tongue around, I moved into him harder. He licked and sucked every inch of me until I almost couldn't take it anymore and before I came, he teased me and worked his way up my stomach until his lips played on the outside of my mine. I moved my body to steal a kiss, but he pulled away. Teasing me, making me beg for it. When his lips finally met mine, I could taste myself on his tongue. I ran my fingers through his dark brown hair, and drew his face closer, but then pulled away.
"We've broken the rules, Jennifer. We're not supposed to kiss like that."
He smiled and so did I, pulling his lips to mine.
"Fuck the rules," I said.
"I am," he said, and chuckled. He ran his fingers up and down my body and kissed my neck.
"Are you ready for me?"
I nodded my head.
Trails of kisses led back down to my sex. Carefully, he slid the tip of his finger inside of me. I moaned.
"I want to be the first thing inside of you." And he removed his finger.
More caresses of his tongue and kisses up my body and my temperature rose.
His rock-hard manhood wanted me, and I wanted it. He straddled on top of me, and I could feel the tip of him close to the outside of me. I wanted him in me.
My breaths went ragged as he sucked in air and positioned his body closer to mine. I ran my fingers through his hair, and smiled, and whispered between heavy breathing as I looked into his beautiful blue eyes.
"Fuck me, Luke. Make me yours."
And then the door slammed open.
Twenty-four
"Get the fuck off of her," Finnley yelled.
Luke rolled off of me, and I sat up in bed like a prairie dog peeking out of the hole.
Dark green eyes stared into mine and anger filled me.
"What the hell, Finnley!" I yelled back at him.
"Come here, Jennifer."
"No. Fuck you," I said.
Finnley walked to me, grabbed me by the arm, and pulled me to the door.
"Get your fucking clothes on, now. We're leaving."
"No. I don't want to leave. I'm in the middle of fucking something."
"I thought it was quite obvious that you will not be fucking something tonight. If I tell you to do something, you will obey, and if you don't, then you will wish you did. Now get fucking dressed."
I pulled my arm back as hard as I could, but his grasp was too tight. I couldn't break free and knew I would bruise. Like shackles, he kept hold of me, and even if I wanted to escape, I couldn't.
Luke didn't care to cover himself on the bed, but instead gave a sinister smile and placed his hands behind his head.
Finn placed his hand behind my head, put his mouth close to my ear, and whispered, "No fucking way I am going to lose you to this bastard. You are mine, Jennifer. I don't feel like sharing my secret recipe."
That day in the kitchen flashed through my mind and the memories replayed. I knew there was no arguing with Finnley, not when a business decision was in play, so I angrily moved to the bathroom and dressed.
I cussed him the entire time.
Finally, when I had fully accepted giving myself to Luke, begged for it, even, was when Finn decided to not agree? He had months to make up his mind, and fucking Nancy to fuck. I had Luke. We were finished.
Luke would have been gentle with me.
He would care for me afterward.
He would make sure that everything was okay as he placed my virginity into his pocket. Instead of wearing it as a badge on his chest, he would have locked it away and treasured the moment. Maybe even paint a picture for the world to see.
I wasn't a cheap whore to Luke, or someone that he could fuck and leave. I meant something to him, and each time I looked into his eyes, I knew that. Every time we shared a joke, I knew that it meant more than just my virginity to him. Was it love? I didn't know, but the idea of him loving me comforted me.
The high heels fit snug on my feet. I ripped them off, and walked barefoot to the door where Finn waited. I breezed past him, and went back to Luke, who stood at the bottom of the stairs with plaid pajama bottoms. I opened my arms and tucked my body into his.
"You're fucking beautiful. We will have our time in Paris," he whispered into my ear.
Each tingle exploded on my arms as his lips lightly brushed the side of my neck. His hands rubbed circles on my back, then found their way to my hair. I felt like I was his.
"You never told me about the key."
"It's the key to my heart. I had it tattooed because you've already got it."