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He carried me over with a smile and laid me gently on the bed, his gaze never leaving mine. He dropped to his knees, looking up at me with a question in his eyes. “You sure?” he asked, his voice softer, the intensity unmistakable.
In answer, I leaned forward and kissed him, feeling like I’d finally come home even though we were both in a foreign country.
Luke’s soft and reverent lips brushed over my ankle, leaving a trail of warmth with each lingering kiss. My eyes fluttered closed, my pulse thrumming with the slow path he carved up my leg as if he were memorizing every inch, every curve. His lips grazed over the sensitive skin just above my ankle, then my lower leg, and I let out a shaky breath, all my senses focused on his touch.
For a moment, all I could feel was him–no thoughts, no worries, just his mouth, the warmth of his breath, the gentleness in every kiss. But as his lips neared the scar, an ache stirred in my chest, an old insecurity clawing its way forward. The scar was harsh and ugly, a reminder of all I’d tried to leave behind. I tried to brace myself, expecting him to skip over it, maybe even avoid it, but Luke’s mouth didn’t falter for a second.
Instead, he slowed, his lips brushing over the scar with the same tenderness as he had everywhere else. My breath caught, the warmth of his kiss sinking deep beneath my skin. Luke didn’t just see it; he embraced it as if every part of me was worthy of his reverence.
For the first time, the scar felt different, softer, less like a blemish and more like a mark of survival. As he continued his path upward, his hands trailing after each kiss, he stripped away every last insecurity that had held me back. There, in his touch, I was more than whole. I was beautiful.
With each piece of clothing he removed, I felt like I was shedding layers of doubt, letting go of all the fears and questions that had haunted me. And when his eyes met mine, filled with a quiet, unspoken promise, I
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knew he wasn’t just holding me–he was cherishing every part of me.
Before I knew what was happening, I was stark naked and spread in front of Luke, but I felt nothing other than desire.
“Fuck. You are the most beautiful creature.” Luke whispered, and I melted, heat pooling in my core, and that familiar ache or need for release grew in my belly.
Luke’s large palm clasped my inner thigh as he leaned in, breathing over my core and without warning. His lips wrapped around my seam, and he started moving his tongue. Slowly, first, until he found his momentum.
I squirmed and arched off the bed like I was possessed. Well, I was, Luke possessed me, all of me.
“You are so responsive,” Luke said between kissing my clit and nibbling on my inner thigh as he sunk two fingers into me.
“You are so tight, Jess. Just as tight as that first time… how is that even possible?“Luke mumbled, and I smiled at my hand as I tried to cover a
moan.
“Yeah, baby. Cum for me,” Luke said, and I felt the climax build. That sweet pleasure built until it exploded through me in bursts of shivering.
“I need you inside of me now,” I breathed, and Luke didn’t hesitate. He stepped out of his shorts and stood between my thighs, looking down at me sprawled on the bed.
I barely got a chance to prepare before I felt him invade me, pressing inside with one smooth motion and then staying still to allow me time to adjust to his size. I needed a lot of adjustment. When he moved, I moved with him, feeling his stiff cock sheath inside me over and over until it pushed and thickened. When I knew he was close by how shallow and fast he was pumping, I locked him in place, letting him release inside me
