more -- all of it surrounded by the animal heat and soft breathing of my lover.
My lover.
What a strange combination of words to run through my head. I have a passing familiarity with "her lover," "his lover," "your lover," but never "my lover" -- until now.
I snuggle closer to Luke, not wanting to wake him but discovering that he hasn't been asleep for at least a few minutes. His voice is too alert when he speaks.
"You didn't kick this time." He rubs my back, his strong fingers kneading muscles made sore by his turning me into some aroused, mindless creature.
Hiding my face against the curve of his shoulder, I smile and mumble something -- just sound, not words. I don't know what to say to him because I have no idea what really happened between us. It could be nothing more than a game, one I am currently enjoying beyond anything I have experienced in my life. It could be something deeper, more meaningful, yet transient. Maybe it will prove to be permanent.
Feeling my eyes mist at this last thought, I rub them against the pillow and lift my head. "You said I could see Tommy today?"
Luke nods then kisses my forehead. He gets up from the bed, walks to his dresser and slides on a fresh pair of silky black briefs. Seeing that he did not leave the bed flaccid but fully erect, I bury my face against the pillow again. This time to hide the blush and a fresh, broader smile.
"Shy again?" He returns to the bed. Bending over the mattress, he brushes his lips against my hair while his fingertips caress my exposed shoulder. "I'll bring some fresh clothes for you once you're in the shower."
I unhide one eye and peek out at him. "Thank you."
Luke shakes his head. "Thank me with a kiss. It says so much more than words."
He throws me a playful wink, making me smile as I roll onto my back and push up. I draw the sheet with me. He pushes it down and I realize he will not let me hide from him while we are together. Then I realize something else -- something shocking. I don't want to hide from Luke.
I tilt my head back, offering him the kiss as his hand takes possession of my bare breast. His lips meet mine. His tongue wages a small battle, winning when I open my mouth to him. Another skirmish erupts as his fingers draw my nipple taut. Moaning in surrender, I place one hand against his shoulder, lightly gripping it in invitation for him to return to bed.
"Don't tempt me, beautiful, or you won't see your baby brother until sometime next week."
A rough, hot rumble, his voice and the threat of his fucking me straight through the rest of the week slick my thighs. When I moan in response, he puts one knee on the bed and forces me to look up at him.
"You want that?" His eyes tell me he knows the answer, or at least part of it.
"Yes..." I blink, stunned at how easy the truth leaves me. I blink again, knowing I shouldn't indulge or admit that desire, that I already have taken too much pleasure from this man who now controls my fate.
"And no," I finish. "I mean...I'm surprised Tommy hasn't scaled down the side of the building already."
Luke laughs, the sound deep and comforting. "Never underestimate the power of an Xbox in subduing a twenty-year-old male."
He kisses me one last time, short and sweet, then leaves me to my shower.
********************
For the last six years, I have dressed Rose and Tommy better than I dress myself. Especially Rose -- she is hardest to satisfy. So the clothes I find on the bed when I finish my shower stun me. I examine the black undergarments first, fresh color heating my cheeks. Both the front of the bra and the back of the panties are caged, so that half of the area they are intended to cover is nothing more than widely spaced straps. For the bra, this means three straps across each breast from my shoulder down to a little above the nipple where the demi cup begins. For the panties, a small bow rests low down the center of my back. From it, three straps on each side curve on a downward diagonal across
My lover.
What a strange combination of words to run through my head. I have a passing familiarity with "her lover," "his lover," "your lover," but never "my lover" -- until now.
I snuggle closer to Luke, not wanting to wake him but discovering that he hasn't been asleep for at least a few minutes. His voice is too alert when he speaks.
"You didn't kick this time." He rubs my back, his strong fingers kneading muscles made sore by his turning me into some aroused, mindless creature.
Hiding my face against the curve of his shoulder, I smile and mumble something -- just sound, not words. I don't know what to say to him because I have no idea what really happened between us. It could be nothing more than a game, one I am currently enjoying beyond anything I have experienced in my life. It could be something deeper, more meaningful, yet transient. Maybe it will prove to be permanent.
Feeling my eyes mist at this last thought, I rub them against the pillow and lift my head. "You said I could see Tommy today?"
Luke nods then kisses my forehead. He gets up from the bed, walks to his dresser and slides on a fresh pair of silky black briefs. Seeing that he did not leave the bed flaccid but fully erect, I bury my face against the pillow again. This time to hide the blush and a fresh, broader smile.
"Shy again?" He returns to the bed. Bending over the mattress, he brushes his lips against my hair while his fingertips caress my exposed shoulder. "I'll bring some fresh clothes for you once you're in the shower."
I unhide one eye and peek out at him. "Thank you."
Luke shakes his head. "Thank me with a kiss. It says so much more than words."
He throws me a playful wink, making me smile as I roll onto my back and push up. I draw the sheet with me. He pushes it down and I realize he will not let me hide from him while we are together. Then I realize something else -- something shocking. I don't want to hide from Luke.
I tilt my head back, offering him the kiss as his hand takes possession of my bare breast. His lips meet mine. His tongue wages a small battle, winning when I open my mouth to him. Another skirmish erupts as his fingers draw my nipple taut. Moaning in surrender, I place one hand against his shoulder, lightly gripping it in invitation for him to return to bed.
"Don't tempt me, beautiful, or you won't see your baby brother until sometime next week."
A rough, hot rumble, his voice and the threat of his fucking me straight through the rest of the week slick my thighs. When I moan in response, he puts one knee on the bed and forces me to look up at him.
"You want that?" His eyes tell me he knows the answer, or at least part of it.
"Yes..." I blink, stunned at how easy the truth leaves me. I blink again, knowing I shouldn't indulge or admit that desire, that I already have taken too much pleasure from this man who now controls my fate.
"And no," I finish. "I mean...I'm surprised Tommy hasn't scaled down the side of the building already."
Luke laughs, the sound deep and comforting. "Never underestimate the power of an Xbox in subduing a twenty-year-old male."
He kisses me one last time, short and sweet, then leaves me to my shower.
********************
For the last six years, I have dressed Rose and Tommy better than I dress myself. Especially Rose -- she is hardest to satisfy. So the clothes I find on the bed when I finish my shower stun me. I examine the black undergarments first, fresh color heating my cheeks. Both the front of the bra and the back of the panties are caged, so that half of the area they are intended to cover is nothing more than widely spaced straps. For the bra, this means three straps across each breast from my shoulder down to a little above the nipple where the demi cup begins. For the panties, a small bow rests low down the center of my back. From it, three straps on each side curve on a downward diagonal across
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