Chapter 54

Somehow, my ass wasn't shitting bricks yet. Yes, talk about a mystery because my body was not equipped to hold anything in. Not when something like this happens. Not when I'm against Luke – yes, Luke – and he was kissing me. Thank god I didn't eat much earlier. Because if anything in this world was going to make me shit my pants... it was this.

His lips were needy, starving, yet lasting. Deep and savoring over mine. The sensation was just as powerful as it was a moment ago. Just as incredible and unbelievable and perfect! My god, this was real! And this time, we didn't need to break away like he did a second ago. We dove into each other, Luke selfishly claiming me. Lips pressed as tight as he dared, his want exceeded what could be done. It was overwhelming and loving. It wasn't just his lips that sent chills over me, it was all of him. With closed eyes, I soaked in every brush, touch, and contact.

Moving our greedy mouths together, our noses worked hard as our only source to breathe. Inhaling and exhaling, the rush of air brushed our skin just above our lips. The sound of our fast-moving breath gave evidence to our need, our racing hearts and lungs! Dear god, it was hard not passing out from how much air our lungs needed.  Regardless, we did not dare remove our lips. We went deeper, meshing our lips more and more, the power building.

If that didn't make me feel as if I would buckle and suffocate, the man's body did. Pushed tight against his warm hard chest, my head was tilted up, kissing him. And though I wrapped my arms around him, one hand sliding up into his hair, Luke took no chances. He made sure we wouldn't lose the contact.

His arm around my back tightened. The man's other hand flew up, gripping my loose hair at the back of my head and holding my lips against his. His hold on me, the way his hand in my hair turned into a fist, the pressure was building in my bones. The need increasing! Fuck, this was real. After all this time, and to know there was no going back... it pricked my heart in the most delightful way.

Jesus Christ, this was happening! This was Luke! My beautiful man! And knowing that, knowing this was Luke, the man I loved more than anything, it drove me crazy. It allowed my sensitive body to absorb everything. Every inch of his toned body that was glued to mine. His warm and fast chest through his shirt. Tight hand wrapped in my hair, and his fingers on my back, clinging and greedy.

My enhanced sense of him had its effect. Because this went beyond physical need of the man I missed and desired. This was a man who was releasing his want for me, showing me that he wouldn't allow for this to stop. My hurt heart almost assumed he would be done; even after I kissed him and he broke away, I thought he was done with me and I was just too late. But instead, he kissed me – and initiated this kiss, and now, he was savoring it. Allowing us to get wrapped up in each other. And that's all I needed, wanted! All I could stand! Oh god, it pushed my mind and body to explode with emotion and need. My brows dipped and throat turned thick. I missed you so much, love you more than you will ever know! I am so sorry this moment didn't happen earlier!

Groaning against his lips, I pressed even more against him. While I didn't think he had the power to remove our lips, he did for only a millisecond. "Don't you ever leave me again," he said in a rush, breaking away as fast as his lips returned. "Do you understand me?!"

Lips hitting mine again after his desperate words reached the air, his hand in my hair withdraw to my cheek. Cupping it, he swallowed me in more. His words completely killing me. The wavering tone in his voice caused a tear to fall from my closed eyes. I would never leave him again. Not now, after everything, after feeling and hearing his love. Shaking my head, my gliding lips on his broke away – just like my voice. "Never. Never again," I said, kissing him over and over. "I'm so sorry!"

"Promise me!"

"I promise I'll never leave you," I moaned.

The moment my promise was made, it motivated the drive between us, the love we were letting out. Whimpering against my lips, Luke's strong hands moved down and gripped my hips. Eyes shut and relying on touch, I felt him swiftly turn us around before pushing my back against the glass of the door. His mouth moving deep in mine, the glass sliding door made it easier to press even closer. And let me tell you, my fucking god! The movement, his hard hold, it hiked up my desire to the point that I could not contain the amount of love and need in me!

Whimpering against him, I let it out like he was. The back of my head against the cool surface, I gripped his wavy hair with both hands, getting lost in his lips. Biting his bottom lip softly. Fuck! Sparks flew over under my skin intensely; it was impossible to not move, to not struggle to bring him closer. I squirmed and gripped the man tight to me, wrapped a leg around his and tightened it.

How could I have done this? How could I have caused him so much suffering? I forced myself to pull him back. Opening my eyes, I finally took him in. His flushed cheeks, his heated and loving eyes. "I am so sorry," I said in a rush, connecting our lips again before I could start crying. But I needed to keep saying it. "Believe me, I'm so sorry, I didn't want to hurt you like this," I breathed between our needy lock of lips.

"Shut up, just say you love me." Kissing me, sliding his hands down and back, he gripped the back of my thighs and lifted me.

Instinctively, I wrapped my legs around his hips, my body sliding up against the door. Trusting that would hold me and my hugging legs, he let go and cupped my cheeks while kissing me. Those words, that demand, his voice... swarmed me like a loving buzzard. Breaking away, I opened my eyes and said it. What I should have said way before this. "I love you. God, I love you. Never stopped."

Releasing those words was a relief, a heart-jumping moment. The truth that was always there, what I had tried suppressing for the past three years, now said. I tried... over and over to block him out, to forget about the wonderful time I was blessed with to be with him. Then when we ran into each other, I had to work harder to block it out to stop, to stop it from happening again. For how much pent up brainpower, conflict, anger, sadness and energy that required, it all rushed out. It lifted from my shoulders until the rawest form of reality remained: the truth, the words, finally acknowledged and said, handed to Luke.  

Another tear fell, but this time, my eyes were open to witness the man I said those words too. Time froze for that second. Despite our need and how much love we were desperate to release, my words hypnotized the air between us.

An inch away from his sweet eyes, they melted into a warm green pool. A beautiful hot green pool that I dove into, allowing it to swallow me and take my breath. Hearing those words though took away his breath more. Chest handling an extra deep heave, his fingers on my cheeks came alive. Bringing my face forward, he resumed our passionate kiss, his body against mine slightly trembling.

Kissing him, moaning against him, he took the chance to smoothly slide his tongue past my lips. Stroking my cheeks slowly, he used his tongue to search my mouth and throw me into a dazed state. His taste was wonderful, the texture of his lips and skillful tongue moving carefully... Ugh! It was a high I craved for too long. I wanted him. I wanted him and all of him, all his love, and I wanted this wonderful body. All of Luke! Finally, I got him. I had him right this second after three years.

Sucking in a deep breath through my nose brought a clean nature-like scent, his scent, and it helped pull me under his spell. His body was more tempting and I couldn't help myself. My bloodstream filled with magic, the sensation most pleasurable between my thighs. Tightening my legs, drawing him closer, the pressure of his body enticed me to break away and groan.

It filled the air with my obvious need while he breathed hard, taking the chance to speak. "Say it again, say it again baby," he said, sliding a hand on my cheek back into my hair. Gripping it, he brought my lips back to his hard, cutting off my groan.

Despite my needy body, the thickness in my throat still lingered. The emotion was stronger, my mind trapped in a nonstop roller-coaster of how this was the man I wanted to spend my life with. To the point that with our passion, my voice quivered and broke like his. "Luke, I am so in love with you," I cried, kissing him again, over and over, speaking between. "I missed you, need you. Love you. Luke," I whimpered, encouraged by his need to hear it.

Through my hasty words and kisses, another tear fell. One he wiped away with his remaining hand on my cheek. Hand tightening in my hair, he pressed harder into me. Moaned with me at the pleasure our contact brought. I didn't need to have my eyes open to see how saying the word 'love' affected him. I could feel it in his trembling lips, his shaky body, and how deeply he was kissing me.

The power of our lips, haste, desire became too much. His hand leaving my hair, he cupped my ass. I tightened my legs, absolutely taken over by the increasing pleasure flowing under my skin. To the point that I felt my back sliding down against the glass. I realized Luke was lowering us towards the floor. The movement stopped when Luke was on his knees with me wrapped against him.

Holy shit, I might die if we can't get closer. Oh god. Luke! It was going beyond everything I imagined this impossible moment to be like. Because damn, this man felt unlike anything in this world. His sexy body I could feel against me, his hair I was gripping along with his strong back.... I needed him. I need you. And to know on top of that he loved me.... Oh man, that pleasurable vibrating in my body doubled.

Trapped between the glass and where I was wrapped against him, our obsessed lips continued until my roaming hands couldn't stand it! His hair, his back, his smooth and sweet cheeks I cupped. My fingers searched every part of him in reach, making both of our breathing noses uneven and erratic. What absolutely threw me over the edge was his matching movements. His firm hands did the same. Through my hair, my cheeks, my arms, back. Sliding up my thighs and sides and then reaching my breasts through my blouse.

The pleasure skyrocketed, my hands flying to the front of his shirt. Palms against the dress shirt, I could feel his chest under the material. I needed to get to it, him, his beautiful body! This man who loved me. Finding the first button, I tried undoing it. Of course, it wouldn't cooperate. I needed to hurry! My shaky nerves and anxiousness made it hard to focus on that one stupid button, but eventually I undid the top one.

When I rushed to the next one done, Luke tried assisting me. We got through a few more, but I was getting frustrated. Heart racing in anticipation, drowning in how special this man was, I lost it. Moaning, gripping both loose parted portions of the shirt, I yanked hard and ripped the rest of his shirt wide open.

Hearing the buttons hit the ground, feeling his teeth brush against my lips sharply, the sensation grew. Tightening myself against him, the pressure was building. Building pressure of pleasure between my thighs. Holy shit. I needed his body. I needed him to take me. Take me in his arms and let me show him I wanted him. I needed to show him how wrong he was. How much I loved him.

Shirt opened by force, I wasn't done. Gripping the slack material, my fists pushed it back and over his shoulders. Skin slightly brushing his warm bare shoulders, I strained my hands back, tugging the shirt down his back. When it stopped at where it was bunched at his elbows, he helped. Removing his hands, he slid them up until he was free of the shirt, letting it fall behind him to the floor.

Wrapping an arm around his neck, my fingers brushing the bare skin. Cupping his neck with my other hand, his mouth on mine slowed into long and deep kisses. Ones that drove him crazy as much as it did me.

Ripping his shirt open encouraged him to not hold back either. And he didn't. Groaning against my lips, getting lost with me, he took our kiss deeper. Not for long though. Guiding my chin up delicately, it broke our motion and freed our mouths.

Head tilted up against the glass, my mouth was free to allow air into my lungs. My hard breath increased even more. Luke snaked his hand under my shirt, pushing his fingers between me and the glass. Pulling me forward more into his lap, he gripped my back and took my weight from the glass. Instinctively, my eyes finally opened. I grabbed his smooth bare back, helping me stay propped up in his arms and lap. It also allowed him to hold me closer as his lips angled inward to my neck. 

All I could see was his strong and bare back when I looked down. Not like it mattered. He was taking me away the second I felt him plant deep kisses against my neck. I couldn't help but moan at the shivers dispersed through my neck to the rest of my body. Digging my fingers against his back deeper, I slid my other hand to cup his neck in encouragement.

Nipping at my neck, he groaned in response. Holding me up and against him with his hand on my bare back, his other reached behind me and rested against the glass to help. Which we needed. Luke and getting lost in me, I was getting lost in him. In his smooth lips on my neck, in the prickly hairs along his cheeks and chin that brushed my skin, in his slow but passionate nips, sometimes lightly using his teeth.  

We did not last long in that position. His lips eventually crawled up and reattached to mine. Holding me against him, he turned slightly and lowered my back to the floor. He made sure to limit any discomfort the hardwood floor offered.

Pressed over me, he slid his arm under my neck and head. Luke's other hand cupped my cheek again, lips impressing mine with the shape and texture. His desire was there, as crazy as it sounds, and we took full advantage of it. And we took advantage of this position. He displayed his passion with more than his lips and caressing hands. Matching my eager body, he pressed down against me.

Of course, in return, my hands slowly searched his body. Eventually stopping on the back of his head. Anything to hold him to my lips, bring him closer. Anything to bring me closer to someone I thought I lost for good. Jesus, I was never going to let him slip away again. I was never going to be as stupid as I was.

I whimpered between our parted lips. Sliding my legs down to wrap against his, I pulled him tighter down on me. And while his bare body was pressed up against mine, there was a layer of clothing we could do without. Luke took the initiative.

It started with his hand on my cheek gliding down my body. Down my chest and stomach to my side where he snagged the hem of my shirt. Lips untwisting from mine, he raised himself – along with my shirt.

It allowed me to finally take him in as he maneuvered the fabric up my body. But while taking my shirt off sent an exhilarating wave over me, it was consumed by the sight of him. Seeing his sweet face and body sent the love, need, and hurt through me faster and stronger. Seeing this was real again and not just feeling it.

Soaking in his bare and beautiful torso, lean and strong with hairs scattered along his upper chest and stomach. Arms working to remove my shirt, he was focused on his task – but also zeroed in on my eyes. 

Those eyes... I could feel my throat tighten again, my body quiver in want. His eyes searching my face were full of fire and flushed cheeks. Planting a few kisses along my chin and cheek as he worked the shirt over my bra, his gaze never broke mine. It allowed his prickly cheeks to brush against mine, sending additional sparks over me.

Good lord, I couldn't believe this. Believe him and here he was. We were wrapped against each other, kissing, and now he was taking my shirt off. In the mix of my spiraling thoughts, a serious one existed where I considered that this was a dream. I didn't know if I could trust my eyes, but I didn't care. I didn't give a shit about a thing besides him. Giving him all I could and taking what I craved. And what we could give each other was all that we needed and existed, our love. Call me sappy and gay, I don't fucking care. It was all I could feel as I stared into his eyes. And with him slowly moving my shirt up, I was nearly convinced we were about to fully commit to showing each other just how... deep our commitment went.

Removing the shirt, he left me exposed in a bra. He didn't hesitate to press his chest back against mine, this time skin against skin. Face lowering slowly, he stopped just over my lips. Trying to give me a heart attack, but oh well. I loved it. Loved our shaky breaths against each other, loved how his hand found mine. Intertwining our fingers, resting our hands above us on the wood, I had a hard time not leaning up the inch and kissing his lips. Yet, those eyes...

Noses brushing, warm breath on my parted lips, his eyes caressed mine. Generating unconditional love he's been waiting so long to offer me. And god, I was such a bitch to push it away. Hell, how was this happening? I expected him to throw me in the river and my jewelry before this.

Squeezing his fingers in mine, I allowed my other hand to move up and cup the back of his neck. Before I could pull him down, he did it himself... only instead of my lips, he tilted his head and softly kissed my ear.

"Albany," he whispered, the shape of his words curving the loud and tingly breath. It sent straight chills down my spine. Squirming under him, chest moving against his faster, I moaned and tightened my legs around his.

His arm under my head delicately freed itself, sliding his hand between us down to my black shorts. When his smooth fingers stopped and played with the button, his breath in my ear hitched.

"You beautiful woman, you want me to do it?" he breathed, voice breaking open with love. Fingers twitching, my shorts were free of the button. And then he found the small zipper....

"Yes," I whispered, breath out of control.

The man squeezed his fingers in mine. Tilting his lips to brush against my ear, he spoke, each sound of every word adopting its own skill to send tremors through me. "I'm going to make love to you."

His words pricked my nerves and pulled my heart with more work and love. He's going to take me, make love to me... Holy shit, the guy just said that! The picture in my head I've fantasized over, of the impossible, of his body and mine coming together, it will happen. I could feel it in the pleasure between my legs, in the low loving tone he shot straight to my ear.

Gripping the hair growing above the back of his neck, I guided his head back up, connecting my gasping lips with his that just spoke unbelievable words to me. Words that were true. He was going to make love to me. And while this sweet slow moment was amazing... that confirmation fueled our bodies, our lips, and the sweet eagerness behind both.

Tongue moving obsessively together, he stopped taking his time. Within the next minute, my shorts were gone along with my flats. I was left in my striped blue panties and plain black bra. With my bare back still against the floor, he stayed over me, going crazy against me.

Hands wrapped in my hair, he slid as close to me as he could. And more. Lips moving deep and fast in mine, his body made me squirm. Made me press up against him tight, turning me on more. He teased me even more when he slid his leg in between mine, his dress pants against my skin. Sliding up until his kneecap stopped, pressing right against my crotch.

I moaned against his lips, jerking with the jolt of pleasure it brought. When he did that, we both started losing our patience. Hands slipping under my back, he held me against him and sat up. Then, he got to his feet. Lips curving in mine, I rewrapped my legs around him and tightened my arms around his neck.

Walking with me towards what I assumed would be the stairs, he stopped quickly and pressed my back against the wall of the living room. Not like I minded; folks, I did not mind one bit of what was happening. It was hard enough wrapping my head around this man and him holding me in his arms. Kissing him, full of eagerness... there wasn't a thing I could complain about.

My brain was a mess, my body, my feelings shot into space. All I knew was that this was going to happen, a dream I never thought would come close to reality again. Picturing him and I bare, him inside me... Ugh! It made me whimper and rub against him, legs tight against his hips. But while I was lost – and let me tell you, I was lost in him, letting my love out, my physical need, all I've held in – I was aware of something else.

His hands and arms disappeared from me, relying on the wall and his body to keep me up. Against him, I felt his body pull slightly away and down, as if he was reaching for something below us. Neck craning up to me, straining to keep his lips moving over mine, I cupped his neck and bit his bottom lip. He was obviously reaching for something, but what?

Then, I heard his hand rummaging through something with a lot of things. Clattering noises of plastic, cardboard, clanking... I didn't know what he was doing or searching for. Busy thinking about more important and intimate things, it took me a moment to realize what it was.

He found what he was looking for by the time I realized he was digging through a carboard box of Carter's things. Wrapping his arms back around me, his warm strong arms tight, I could feel what he grabbed between his fingers. It had to be the box of condoms....

Knowing that was it, my heart and stomach tumbled. This was real! And both of us knowing that, we got swallowed into each other. His stride was fast now, moving to the stairs and climbing up them with me. All the while, keeping his lips on me. On my lips, my cheeks, my neck, and moaning. The lips I couldn't have and wanted. God, I needed this! He needed this! Shit!

Pressure thick under my skin, I gripped his hair again. While he was kissing up my neck, my other hand reached down between us as he carried me. I gripped the hem of his pants. Fingers crawling down to his belt, I started to slide it out from where it was restrained in the loops. That, along with pressing my crotch harder under his belt, did him in.

Undoing his belt and pressing against his erection more than before, it made him break away and groan. Made him stumble up the last two steps.

I kissed his warm shoulder. Hands roaming his back, he marched us into his bedroom and collapsed over me on his bed. Tossing the box next to us, his sweet hands found me. The soft comforter supporting me, he gripped my sides and slid us further up until we were fully on the bed.

Moonlight filtering in through his open blinds, casting some light on his bed and us, it offered the perfect picture. Especially when he propped himself just over me, eyes intently locked on mine. Both of us breathing hard, I felt him wrestle with his belt between us. I caressed his shoulders. And all the while... completely consumed in his eyes.

My body couldn't stop moving, squirming slowly, but I was entirely engaged in the love we were exchanging. In the love that nearly killed me. His bright and beautiful jade eyes, staring deeply into mine. The specs of brown, emerald... wide and deep. And though our eyes were slow searching, soaking in each others, his hand was fast.

Sitting up and off me, he kicked off his dress shoes and his pants. Left in his blue boxers, he crawled back over me, this time slower. He stopped and knelt just above my thighs, legs bent on each side of me. Talk about overwhelming... my lord. To be as lucky as I was... to have a man like him here with me, I didn't deserve it. But damn, was I going to be selfish. Eyes slowly taking him in, I almost couldn't believe this. How beautiful he was.

I admired his bare skin and lean body. His flushed face, messy hair, tight arms showing muscle. Then his strong yet lean body being hugged by his boxers.... I mean come on ladies and gents, you know how crazy that was right? You would be as turned on as me if you saw the clear strain of fabric against his boxers. 

It was such a lovely sight... and being able to take it in without shame was a gift. Without embarrassment or needing to look away. That was the crazy part. This wasn't some peep show. Nobody was being forced into this. Luke wanted this – just like me. I couldn't handle knowing that, couldn't breathe easy. I loved him more than my life... and yet, I didn't allow this to happen sooner. How could I? How I be so stupid? Somehow, he still wants me and is still willing to have me. If him kneeling before me didn't say it, his sweet eyes did.

My stomach twisted at seeing his eyes move over my body, seeing everything besides what my bra and underwear covered. It didn't make me feel self-conscious, but it did leave me breathless. Especially as I saw the tenderness behind his traveling gaze, the sadness but also the strong desire. And while he didn't say anything, it read clear enough. Of how long he's wanted this just like me. How incredible this moment was in time. We both soaked it in. Lowering himself over me, he slowly pressed his smooth lips against mine.

Fingers brushing his chest, running against the hairs, I slid them up and cupped his cheek. I moaned, gently moving my lips against his, getting caught up in a rhythm.

His hands glided between the bed and my back, fingers tussling with my bra clasp. And despite how slow our lips moved, Luke ripped the thing away from my chest the second he got it loose. Feeling him roughly remove it, it sent waves of pleasure rippling under my skin. God, it felt too good, knowing how terribly he wanted to take me and yet, restraining. It felt good but was torture. Because now that we were here, on the bed, we were both struggling to not go fast.

Luke immediately gripped my breast, causing him to groan against my lips. I couldn't help but rub my leg up and down his, teasing and goading the desire in both of us. When he fully pressed down onto me, my entire front consumed against his warm stomach and chest... we became consumed.

Our lips lived in their own world, moving and drawing out the wonderful taste between us. Slow, sweet, and magical. Every other part of us... was more anxious. We made it last; there were long moments between every progressive point. Like my underwear and his. He forced himself to not take them off until he had me moaning like a freak. But when it came to that point... shit!

He sat up, dragged them down my legs, and discarded them to the floor. Eyes wide, taking him in as he knelt over my knees again, his face was filled with only longing. Longing, and desperation, and love! He took my body in with hungry eyes, eyes that were completely overwhelmed. Taking in my naked and bare body, he sucked in an uneven breath. His brows knitted together, lips pursing, and stare growing with warm greed. To know I was causing it... honestly, I wouldn't be surprised if I woke up and learned this was a dream.

Soaking in my body made him lose it.  Smacking his lips back into mine, he was back over me. Nipping against my lips, his hands roamed every part of my body. Every inch of me he lovingly scanned. My completely bare body. My back, my breasts, then lower. Stomach... oh god!

He thinks he likes touching my body? My immediate whimper told him I could barely stand anymore! Twisting our lips together, I broke away and couldn't help myself. I pushed him back up to his knees and sat up too. Breath hard, I pushed down his boxers, freeing his erect dick. Holy shit.... Was it just me, or was he bigger than he was three years ago?

Before I could take in his exposed form anymore, his determined fingers tipped my chin up. Neck craned all the way back, Luke dipped down and connected his lips back to mine. I could feel him maneuver, getting his boxers the rest of the way off. Then... with caressing hands, he guided me to lay back down.

Staring up into his beautiful eyes, he was laying over me again. But this time, he was positioned between my spread legs. I wrapped them around his, pulling him forward and down more. Ah! His dick was right on my clit.

Hovering above my face, he stared deeply into my eyes. While one hand was retrieving a condom, his other completely encircled me, holding me up against his beautiful bare body. Even closer now, he rested his forehead against mine. Just... staring down into what I knew were eyes that showed how deeply I loved him.

I wrapped my arms around him, one resting against his back, my other at the back of his head. Our breath was going as fast as it had yet. It was surreal, those few seconds. Of no words, just our gazes. Of our bare bodies twined tightly together in suspense as he fumbled with the condom.

Then, his wide eyes moved to his far right where he was holding the condom. Leaning up slightly, he slid that hand down between us. I could feel him struggle to get it on, but once it was, his eyes were back on mine. Heart jumping at the return of those eyes, I felt him position his cock against my opening.

Hand moving back up, he rested it against my side. The green world I stared into turned smoldering. Leaning slightly down from where his forehead was pressed against mine, I felt his dick press harder— Oh fuck! Fuck!

"Oh! Oh god!" I whimpered and grunted loudly.

The man over me groaned a low sound from the back of his throat as he started to slid inside me. Arm holding me against him tightened, holding me close. Not like he needed to! Holy shit! I tensed, bucked, and arched up against his body. Sliding into me, the sensation created a wonderful pressure my body craved for! Oh god! Oh my god! Luke! He was tight, perfect, fucking perfect!

Tight against him, I gripped his back hard. My grip on the back of his head brought his lips to mine hard. So much pressure, all types of wonderful chemicals mixing within us. We held each other's mouths hard against each other, whimpering as he pushed the rest of his dick inside me.

Until... he was in. Deep inside me! Oh! He was squeezed tight within me; every inch of him, I could feel and drown in. It was heaven, everything my fantasies offered and ten times more! The sparks it shot through my body fizzed and popped – and it didn't stop. Because after two seconds, we gave each other no more time. We dove head first into each other (and yeah, literally in Luke's case).

He started, thrusting out then back in, and he was losing it! Just like I was! Oh my god! Fuck! It was so beautiful, powerful, we lost control with each other. We let all our love, lust, passion flow out.

Easing in and out of me at an even pace, our hard-locked lips on each other broke away. Once my hips and his started to move together in overwhelming sync, we couldn't take the pleasure. He threw his head back and grunted loudly – almost as loud as my small repetitive moans that reached the air as I ground my hips in his.

"Albany Higgins," he grunted, arm tightening around my back. Looking back down, he cupped my cheek with his free hand. He kept my eyes in his hot ones with each jolting movement. Then, he spoke with desperation over my moans. "Goddamn, I love you! I love—"

"I love you more than anything! Anything. I love you! Oh fucking...." I groaned. Rotating my hips, I pressed a hand on his lower back, encouraging him. And as we moved our bodies deeper together, I leaned up and kissed his lips over and over between my loud gasps.

"Never again," he moaned between my kisses. His tight arm around my back moved up until he gripped my hair. "I'm never going to let you slip away again!" Pressing down on me, he buried his head into my shoulder. Breath hard against my skin, he started kissing my neck. The brush of his smooth lips and his prickly facial hair sent more chills up my body.

Giving me more of his weight, he moved deeper, pleasure increasing! He gripped my hair harder, holding us tighter together. "Ohhhhh! Ugh, ugh, ughhh!" My moans turned louder and shakier, forcing me to bury my own face against him. It also goaded me into rolling my hips faster, leading our thrusts to pick up in pace. 

The loose strands got caught under me with our progressing passionate thrusts – not like I cared. We made love with need, with desperation. And I can't even describe the feeling! You guys are lucky I'm even able to register that this is reality. The fact that this was Luke, that we were completely bare, and having mind-blowing sex on his bed... it was a constant and pleasurable slap in the face this entire time.  Then, to be injected with a high I haven't felt in so long, if ever... I could not begin to describe it.

Maybe actions and sounds will speak louder than words – and once again, literally.

Thrusting over his bed, moving our hot bodies together, the speed gradually continued to build. The way our hands slid over each other became more obsessive. And you can bet... I've never exclaimed so loud in my life over pleasure.

Our speed increasing meant our volume increased too. Wrapped tight up against him, an arm around his neck, my other focused on cupping his cheek. I was moaning like a crazy person against his parted lips. And each second, our lips brushed together from our thrusts. He moved in and out, dick withdrawing before our bodies worked to sink it back in with a force that knocked the breath out of us.

And the hottest part... was how loud Luke was getting too. He grunted with me, with each thrust. Producing a low sound from within him that drove me closer to climax. Knowing he was moaning, groaning and grunting for me, with me, because of me... ugh fuck!

"You're going to drive me insane," he grunted against my lips from over me.

"I want to," I moaned.

"Oh yeah, you want to?" he whispered in a sexy voice, hand gripping my hair harder. His other slid down my back, gripping my ass and helping me thrust with him. 

His grip around me, hands on me, on my ass, sinking deep inside me over and over, and that voice.... "Ahhh fuck! Luke!"

"That's it, my beautiful woman," he grunted.

He called me his woman; that's all I wanted to be. Just his. "Yes, I'm yours!" Smashing my lips up into his, we moved our lips together, keeping them in place despite the increasing jerks our bodies made against each other. But my blood and heart was already out of line! I was getting close, and I knew he was too.

The zings of pleasure made me grip his back to me, and through our thrusts, I pushed up against him and turned. Turned him over until I was laying on top. "I am all yours," I moaned softly this time, breaking away from the kiss. Gravity taking over, I bit my lip and stifled a shout as I sank down onto his cock.

His hands sifted down my skin and then up my sides, caressing the skin as he got used to being inside with me over him. I eased up, sitting up over him with my bent legs on each side of his hips. I rested my hands on his bare stomach to keep me balanced.

Dick buried deep inside me, I planned to show him how much I wanted to pleasure him. But not just yet. While we were both getting close to climaxing, I forced myself to not just start riding him like a maniac. For a long moment, the most I did was just lightly sway my hips, teasingly.

The generous moonlight allowed me to take in the sweaty man. His hands on my hips encouraged my slow movement. Laying with his back against the black comforter created an interesting contrast. Making him stand out as the one and only thing I could possibly focus on. Not like it would be any other way. The sight of him swallowed me in awe.

"Mmmm," I moaned softly, feeling his cock hitting a higher point inside me.

This slightly sweaty body glowed from the sections of moonlight that reached him. His chest was moving up and down fast. Eyes traveling up, I noticed he was breathing hard through clenched teeth. I could guess it had to do with him forcing himself not to pull me down and impale me more. Because I could tell... with how tense his arms were, how tight his hands were on my hips, he wanted to. He wanted to give in and go crazy like I did and help bring ourselves to ultimate pleasure.

Besides his clenched teeth, desire was found all over his face. In his dipped brows, his intense gaze. His eyes searched me up and down, over and over, and stopped on my face. They caressed me and searched in love and lust, watching every part of me. His cheeks were flushed, hair pushed back in all directions, and face framed in a small glaze of sweat. Evidence of how terribly we wanted each other was also growing and pulsing inside me.

Luke probably did not expect me to roll over. But I could see, he was loving it so far. He wanted it, craved it like me. And that's why I began rocking up and down, forward and back to start. Oooh, was it overwhelming! Moving my body up then back down onto him. But when I started, I didn't stop. Luke made sure of that too.

Groaning loudly with me, seeing me start, he grabbed my hips and helped me. Helped me move up and down. Releasing a few moans, it didn't take long for me to start going harder. And faster. His hands tightened on my hips and let himself go with it. Thank god he did because he felt wonderful!

Riding him, each time my vaginal lips swallowed him, he would thrust with me. Shoving his dick deeper when he bucked under me. It was too much! Too much yet too damn good!

"Ahhhhh," I screamed, throwing my head and arching my back as I rode him. Fuck, it was too deep, but feels unbelievable.

His grunts got louder with mine, and it encouraged me. Taking on the intensity, I straightened my back. Staring down into his eyes, hands still pressed against his stomach, I began rolling my hips against his, swiveling them. I swiveled against him and started to grind erotically. The reaction... it sent us racing for the end. 

His jaw went slack, lips parting. Eyes shutting, he threw his head back. His hands went everywhere until one reached up and grabbed my breast. The other caressed me as I continued to ride. And seeing that... his tense body arching in desire, face scrunched, I lost it!

I started going faster and faster and faster, building closer and closer. Closer to heaven and the high Luke and I would achieve together. And because of each other. Yes, each other. Me and him. The love radiating from the contact of our skin, our moans, and our thrusts.

Digging his hands in me, he helped me ride harder and deeper and.... Ugh! Ugh! Trusting up into me, he went just as fast as me! The bed shook hard and squeaked under us! Oh lord! 

Eyes opening to mine, his lips parted more, and more... it was coming. It took hardly anything to push me over the cliff. His hold, the sweetness in his gaze... then his loud and low grunt that rocked his body under me. He was coming! Oh god, yes!

"Luke! Luke," I shrieked. "You were wrong, I love you, Luke!"

Ahhhhh! Yes! Falling forward, the first wave hit me! It took me over, shook my core, and caused uncontrollable shocks. Yes, yes! Collapsing over him, he welcomed it. Grunting hard along with me, he folded me against him, cutting off our ridged grunts with swift and hard lips as we came. Pressed tight together, skin on skin, we grunted, we shook! We made sure our mouths were together under the portion of my hair that fell around us! Oh god! Luke!

The vibrations starting from where we were joined continued sending sparks through my skin. Until after a second, the incredible sensation began to dissipate. Unfolding my legs, I came to just lay over him. Our lips started to slow then stop. Gazing down into his eyes, I pushed my hair back and behind me.

It allowed me to take in his slightly parted lips, breathing hard like mine. Sweat covered us and made us sticky. Staring up into my eyes, he removed a hand from my back and gently caressed my face above his for a moment. He smiled. I smiled back.

Smiled such a sweet smile. I didn't look away from the beautiful sight when I rolled off. Careful of his sensitive dick and the mess we made with the condom, I fell to my back beside him.

We laid there for a bit, saying nothing. Just catching our breaths and staring at each other. More than anything, it was a moment of acceptance. Accepting this was real and happened. Because my god... now that it was done, I was shocked all over again. Call me silly, but I think I had every right to be suspicious. Nothing good happens. I guess it just did.

There were so many more things that needed to be processed. But all I cared about now was the man on his back next to me. Both heads craned and staring at each other, I took him in. And all his exhausted beauty again. His gorgeous body, slick and bare like mine. That flushed face, parted lips and intense thoughtful eyes. He was literally my dream.

There was no question about what I wanted to do next. "Want to go again?"

Yeah, that's right. Three years without him and I get a taste. I get to show him my love, all I want to give him, and all he can give me. You can bet I want another taste. No, sorry, I want the damn plateful! It was the most wonderful feeling. It was hard not to smile into his eyes. God, I loved him. I wanted to spend the rest of my damn life with this man. Screw everything that says it's not a good idea. That promise I made... it wasn't said in the heat of the moment. I was never going to leave again.

Pursing his lips, breath under control, he searched my eyes. For a moment, I thought he was going to deny me. Regardless of the reason, I should know not to push my luck. After what just happened, I wouldn't be shocked if we get shot and killed tomorrow.

Then, as a response to my question, he leaned up onto his side and moved closer. Cupping both my cheeks, he enveloped me in another deep kiss, taking me back under with his glorious lips.

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Well... there it is haha. I hope you guys enjoyed it! It took me a while to write (these past three chapters have been extra long). I really tried getting it right. I tried incorporating the right amount of passion necessary for these characters from how much this has been pent up. I just hope I didn't go overboard, I felt this was how Luke and Albany would react. So, let me know what you think? What's going to happen next?

Also, I do apologize. I didn't edit this thoroughly so I'm sorry if its a bit messy!