He stood and offered her his hand which she took readily without question. He pulled her up, wrapped an arm around her waist and kissed her, turning and walking her backwards toward the bed. He stopped and released her, locking her gaze once more before dropping his eyes and his fingers to the waist of her top, toying with the fabric. Her eyes followed and she unzipped the side and raised her arms in invitation. He grasped the hem and slid it over her head.
"It looked complicated." He said low and rumbling as he tossed it to the floor.
She undid his shirt buttons and replied, "this doesn't."
As she worked, he skimmed his hands up and down her sides, revelling in the shivers and goosebumps he elicited. Finally she pulled the stiff blue fabric down his arms and dropped it, then lifted the soft white undershirt over his head and tossed that too. He grasped her and lowered her to the bed then slowly released her from her jeans, urging her to slide up and out of them. Her head hit the pillows and she fanned her hair out from under her. Luke stared at her, soft and radiant, ready and waiting on his bed. She could feel his eyes on her, heating her, setting her on fire anywhere they touched. She felt an urge to cover herself, but it was fleeting. She noticed his hands clenching and relaxing at his sides and smiled up at him beatifically, patiently. The stunning beauty of it had him responding in kind and reminded him what he was doing. He took off his pants before crawling up the bed to her, kissing as he went.
He nuzzled her hair and nipped at her ear. She pushed him onto his side and followed suit. They stroked and kissed and touched and moaned. Finally he grabbed her by the hips and hauled her on top of him as she gasped and giggled. She straddled his hips looking down at him delighted. He massaged her thighs, hips, and ass as she kissed his neck and moaned into his ear.
In a low secretive voice, he stated."You like it when I do that."
She smiled against his skin, "It's not everyday I find someone who can toss me around like you can."
He beamed at the ceiling. He figured even if she was just stroking his ego, it was his ego she wanted to stroke. His hands grew more insistent, tickling and massaging up and down her body. Finally he landed on the latch of her bra and teased the skin around it momentarily before snapping it open in one deft move. She moaned and chuckled, the sound sending electricity through his veins, as she pushed up and let her lacy bra fall from her and tossed it aside. His hands travelled up her body to cup the soft mounds he uncovered that fit so perfectly in his hands. He felt the weight of them as her nipples furled tightly at his touch. She pushed against him, her hands brushing up his arms and then to her own neck where she pushed up and under her hair to sweep it behind her and moaned languidly as she lifted her arms up and out. He marveled at the smooth fluidity and femininity of the motion, something he'd only seen her do in the moments of post coital bliss when her guard was down and she forgot to fill the silence with her mile a minute monologue. He sat up abruptly tasting and nipping at her chest as he looked up at her beaming down at him. She tossed her head back again gripping his shoulders and biceps to steady her as she moved her hips. He could feel her heat through the layers, as fabric slipped against fabric under her lazy gentle circular movements. He marveled at her and chuckled to himself. Even lax and unhurried, just when he thought he had an upper hand, and with minimal effort she could still drive him mad. He gripped her underwear tightly, once again resisting the urge to rip them off her, and dragged them down her butt as far as they would go. Then he pushed up under her, getting her to her knees so he could pull them down a little more. She tilted her head forward and braced herself on his shoulders then stood above him. He reached up and dragged the scrap of fabric further, almost all the way down, until the distance of her calves still on either side of his narrow hips, stretched them to their limit. She lifted one foot until it was free of the elastic which snapped to her other leg and slipped to the bed. He layed back on the bed stroking her ankles and taking in the glory of a naked Lorelai standing above him with hands on her hips smiling impishly.
She used a skilled eyebrow raise and nod to convey that is was time for his boxer briefs to go as well. He hesitated only momentarily and released her legs to reach for his waistband. As he disrobed, she flopped onto the bed next to him with a giggle. As soon as she landed she was reaching for him again. He kicked off his skivvies and rolled into her, kissing her heatedly burying his hands in her hair. He sucked in a breath as his lips slowed slightly and he let her soft tresses filter through his fingers. He was pleasantly surprised by her response again. Instead of frantic groping and pushing, she followed his pace, melting against him and skimming her hands lightly across his skin.
He moved over her, massaging her neck and shoulder, hip and thigh as their tongues circled lazily. He pulled back and gazed down at her, one hand stroking her hair, and caught her eyes with his. She smiled back, waiting for his next move but when he just kept his deep blue eyes locked on her, her smile faltered and her lips parted. Some faraway part of her mind told her to look away but she was trapped and began to flush under him. His lips curled up even more as he saw and felt the warmth rise in her skin and her eyes widen.
Yes, he thought, finally she feels it.
Her hands had stopped on his shoulders, gripping him to stay grounded, but now one floated up to his cheek and the rugged stubble there. The full smile he flashed as he leaned into her touch was devastating and Lorelai's breath caught for a moment. He leaned down to kiss her then, lingering on her lips for only a few heart beats before his lips went questing across her body. Kissing and nipping, he went from behind her ear, to the lobe, down her neck to her shoulder and clavicle. Slowly his kisses of adoration trailed down her body lingering on points of interest, like her breasts, her hands, her hips and finally the apex of her legs. Though he travelled slowly, the intimate attention had her buzzing and panting, wild eyed, but paralyzed with...what? Awe? Disbelief? Something she couldn't quite place nor did she have the mental capacity to try. Not while Luke was doing what he was doing to her body, her inner thighs, her hot, wet center. She stared down at him, eyes unblinking and ever widening. With every move of his tongue and fingers between her legs, her breath shortened and intensified. She screwed her eyes shut and threw her head back in an attempt to buffer herself from being overwhelmed as she had done before when the feeling of Luke was bombarding her. It did not work. Behind the darkness of her eyelids, her mind fixated on him, how he made her feel, what she felt for him.
When he laved and sucked her clit, her eyes popped open. She could feel the knot of pleasure tightening in her, growing faster and stronger than she had ever known possible. She was close to breaking and was suddenly afraid. Afraid of the power behind it, afraid she wouldn't recover. Before she realized it, she called out, "Wait! Wait, wait, wait."
Immediately Luke froze. He pulled back from her slowly, sat on his haunches, and tried to blink the wildness from his eyes. After a moment reclaiming their breath, he stretched out beside her, resting a hand on her hip and drawing gentle circles with his thumb. Lorelai was still trying to get her bearings when he said quietly "Did I do something wrong?" Her eyes flew to his and he continued "Was it... not good?"
She turned and reached for him, burying her fingers in his hair and answered, "No no. God, no. It was the opposite."
She pulled him in for a deep kiss and the taste of her still on his lips arrowed to her heart. With her other hand, she reached for his shaft, but he pulled away slightly and caught her eye. With a furrowed brow and quirked lips he asked, "The opposite? What do you mean?"
"It was so..." She started, looking away from his face, "I was so... It was too..." She felt the heat of his gaze and a blush creeping up her neck. "It was too good." She finished lamely.
His jaw dropped, "You're saying... hold on you mean you stopped me because... because you were almost... There?"
She looked away from him, getting redder by the second, "Well, yeah." She replied, feeling rather silly.
After a brief silence, Luke exclaimed "Jesus, Lorelai!", he pushed up to hover over her "It's Supposed to be good." His lips pressed into her skin and he mumbled, "too good" with a scoff. Moving his mouth quickly to her neck, her shoulders, he ranted "Every time we get together you're rushing, pushing me to go faster," his busy mouth continued south, shoulders to chest, "Driving me out of my mind", pausing to tease and nibble on the tight bud of each breast, "All I wanna do is make you feel" kisses tickled her ribs, "incredible, the way you" his rant was temporarily smothered by the skin on her stomach as he laved ever downward. "And finally I get you to slow down, to really feel it, feel what there is here between us" he spread her legs apart abruptly, kissing and sucking her inner thighs, "and just when I'm Apparently giving you what you wanted, what we BOTH want" he drove his hands under her, grasping her ass, "Then you want to STOP me? Unbelievable." He lapped the length of her center with the flat of his tongue in one fluid motion and she gasped fisting her hands in his hair. After taking a few more tastes of her, he lifted his head and caught her gaze, "Listen", speaking to her directly now, "it's whatever you want. You say the word, and I'll do it. Or not do it. But if you tell me to stop because I'm doing it right? Because it feels good? I will, but I swear to God, Lorelai..." he shook his head but kept his gaze locked. Her heart was pounding, her nerve endings hyper sensitive and tingling from head to toe. Her smile was radiant as she giggled through her heavy panting, "Bang, zoom straight to the moon?"
His smile started at one upturned corner of his mouth and spread from there until it lit his eyes, "That's what I'm trying for here." he rumbled conspiratorially, indicating to her body laid before him. "You ready?"
She bit her lip and nodded, and he lowered to her again. His tongue and fingers were resolute. He wasn't hasty, nor was he ambling. He rolled his tongue and moaned against her and she arched into him. He slid his fingers in her one at a time curling them inside and she gasped and her muscles tensed around him. He dragged his tongue up to flick her pink bud and her legs shook. He sucked her into his mouth and let his teeth graze the swollen bundle of nerves and she cried out and twisted the sheets in her fist. The hot ball of need in her belly was reaching an even more threatening density than before and she bit back the urge to stop him. The deep breaths she took to relieve the building pressure only served to deepen and heat the dangerous pleasure inside her. She let out a string of "ohmigod ohmigod ohmigod" so rapid that it lost all meaning.
This feeling, it was too much. She forced her eyes open to asses him. Could she stop him? Did she really want to? How would he react if she spoiled his hard work again? Looking down at him, his hands on her both possessive and comforting, his fine curled hair tickling her thighs, the anxiety turned to excitement. This was Luke, her Luke, what was there to fear? Sureness flooded over her and so did shockwaves of intense pleasure. She cried out a string of nonsensical sounds combined with his name as the throbbing enveloped her whole body. She writhed with the feeling for a small eternity as he raised his head to watch and decelerated her finish with gentle fingers.
When she finally fell out of the throes of her orgasm, he moved up her body keeping contact with her wherever possible and placing an occasional warm kiss without slowing his progress. He stretched out along her side and coaxed her to look at him.
Lorelai was still thoroughly dazed by the experience. When her eyes finally came into focus, she saw his smile. It radiated ecstacy cut with a little pride and a bit of smugness. His eyes shone with adoration and she saw something there that roughly translated to 'Now you get it, right?'
She stroked his cheek and in an awed and chuckling voice said, "Oh my god, Luke."
He laid his arm across her and kissed her cheek and hair.
"Luke, oh my god. What was that?"
He smiled against her as he kissed to her lips, soft and sweet. Her body softened into his once more. She felt light, but well moored; warm and comfortable and unburdened by urgency. They chuckled and kissed languidly. Soft hands glided over hot skin. When he entered her at last it felt as natural as coming home. He worked her up again, slow and easy. When she came for the second time there was no trace of fear or anxiety, no feeling of crossing a finish line or meeting a deadline. It was mellow but all encompassing. She was satisfied, having previously only known a shadow of the word.
They lay wrapped up in each other pliant and snuggly, kissing through enduring smiles.