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Back with another one. A lazy morning between a happy couple.
Lorelai's in the state just between consciousness and slumber where everything in the waking world is still a little hazy when she feels his hand sliding up her thigh, underneath her nightshirt, and settling in the curve of her hips. She shifts underneath the covers, leaning into his touch and waiting for the moment he'll wrap his arm around her and pull her back against him. At that moment, as if he's reading her mind, his strong arm wraps around her waist and pulls her close.
She turns so she's facing him now and easily slips into a familiar position. Her head on his chest, her leg draped over his, and her arm wrapped around him as he arms slips around her back and holds her to him while she cuddles into him. She lifts her head and presses a few kisses to his t-shirt clad chest before mumbling a sleepy 'good morning'.
They lay there silently for a few minutes, him lightly stroking her back and her twirling her fingers in circles against his chest. With the hand that isn't on her back, he strokes her leg. Up and down, over her calf, the dip behind her knee, up her thigh, stopping just short of the flannel she wore. She arches into him, shifting her body so his hand travels further up - encouraging him.
"Don't stop now just because I'm awake," Lorelai teases, her eyes fluttering open to watch him.
His chest rumbles with the beginnings of a laugh. "Good morning to you too."
Her chin presses into his chest as she drinks in the sight of him. The slight bed-head, the sleepy quality to his smile, and the way he looks so content and peaceful. She loves this part of him, the side that only she gets to see.
He's admiring her in the same way. The way her hair curls, mussed by a night of sleep and before she's had a chance to even brush through it. Her bright eyes shining at him, still dazed with sleep. The way she's relaxing against him, happy.
In one swift move, Luke pulls her even closer so she's now practically laying on top of him. He kisses her, slowly, lazily, and with the knowledge that neither of them has to work today and they're free to stay in bed as long as they want. As they kiss, his hands start to roam again. He slips them under the flannel that covers her, his palms graze her ass and he gives her a gentle squeeze, massaging her over her underwear.
Lorelai hums in approval as she plants a kiss onto the corner of his mouth before peppering kisses along his jawline. She sinks her teeth into his earlobe before soothing the spot with her tongue. Dropping her lips to his neck, she expertly seeks out the spot just below his ear that she knows drive him crazy. Hearing his breath hitch and feeling his hands squeeze her just a little tighter, she smiles against his skin.
Pulling back, Lorelai places her knees on either side of his body, straddling him. Her hands go to his chest while his hands travel to her thighs. She tugs at the hem of his shirt until he sits up and helps her to take off his shirt. The shirt falls to the ground and he connects their lips again. She melts into the kiss and into him and guides him back down to the bed.
Lorelai runs her tongue over his bottom lip before taking it into her mouth and sucking gently. She releases him with a soft 'pop' then trails her lips down his body. Her pace is slow, taking the time to appreciate his body with her lips and tongue. She looks at him through her lashes and laves her tongue over his nipple, eliciting a groan from him.
She leaves a trail of wet kisses down his chest and abdomen, making her way to his boxers where she can feel him already hard and waiting for her. She falls back, off of him, just enough to remove his boxers and drop them off the side of the bed. She moves back over him, kneeling, while she takes in his cock in her hand and begins to stroke him. Slowly.
Her hands continue to stroke over his cock, up and down, as she ducks her head to his lap. She drags her tongue along his length before running her tongue over the head. Her lips wrap around the head of his cock and she applies suction, gently, swirling her tongue around him while her name tumbles from his lips.
He moves his hands into her hair when she takes him fully in her mouth. He uses the leverage he has and moves her head up and down on his cock. He moans freely when her mouth and hands work him expertly, stroking over what she doesn't take in her mouth and moving down to cup and caress his balls.
Lorelai takes him in even deeper when he guides her down. She moans around his cock, letting the vibrations pulse against his cock. It's when his hands tighten in her hair that she knows he's getting closer. Always a sure sign with him. She wants to taste him. She brings her head back up, focusing on the head of his cock while her hand strokes his shaft.
"Fuck," Luke groans when she looks up at him with her moist lips wrapped around his cock.
Hollowing out her cheeks, she took more of him in, sucking and using her tongue to drive him as crazy as he always drove her. She watches as his eyes roll in the back of his head while he thrusts up into her mouth. She redoubles her efforts, taking him in as far as she can, caressing his balls, and stroking over his shaft when she bobs her head up and down.
He calls out her name as his orgasm courses through him. She keeps her lips wrapped around him as he comes, still moving her head up and down his length as he releases into her mouth. He's gently thrusting into her mouth as his orgasm starts to taper off and she's still working him. She uses her tongue on him, feeling as he pulses against her while he comes down from his high.
She releases him, letting him fall limp from her mouth, before she's kissing his way back up his body. She's obviously moving too slow for him now because he pulls her up quickly and urgently kisses her. Lorelai rolls with him when he lifts them off the bed and uses his weight to push her back down into the mattress. Her arms wrap around him and holds him close as they make-out.
Slightly breathless, he pulls the same move she did before and starts to feather kisses along her jawline, dropping kisses to her neck, and working the spot he knows that can really get her going. She holds him there, not caring that he could very well be leaving a mark. She knows how to cover them up and his mouth just feels too good to stop him right now.
"Your turn," he mumbles between kisses.
His tongue moves against her skin, from her neck, across her collarbone, and to the top edge of the flannel she's wearing. His flannel that she wears. It's never looked better. She's quiet, aside from moans and whimpers, as his mouth explores her body that he knows so well. He starts to work on the buttons of the flannel, kissing each delicious bit of skin as it's exposed.
He latches onto her peaked nipple causing her to gasp and arch up into him. His hand slides across her warm skin giving her other breast just as much attention as he draws her nipple deeper into his mouth.
Her hands run through his hair, holding him in place. "Don't stop."
He lets go of her nipple, kissing his way across her chest, and repeating his earlier motions. Her hands are stroking everywhere, through his hair, over his shoulders, and down his back.
He goes back to unbuttoning the flannel and loving the skin as it is presented to him. She helps in pulling the flannel off and pushing it out of their way. He toys with the edge of her underwear, running his fingers underneath before slowly beginning to peel them away from her body. He gives her the same treatment, running his tongue over every bit of exposed skin as he works his way down to her center.
Lorelai has given up the pretense of being patient. Evident by the way she pushes his head down to where she wants him; where he finds her glistening and deliciously wet. He chuckles, avoiding, for now, where he knows that she wants him. Instead he opts for kissing her inner thigh, licking and sucking over the sensitive skin, coming as close to her center as he can before tapering off again and appreciating other aspects of her body.
"Luke," she whines impatiently.
He presses a kiss to her skin. "Patience."
"Has never been a virtue for me."
Luke presses another kiss to her skin. This time right above her center. "Almost there."
"Luke….oh yes," she moans, her previous thought interrupted, when he glides his tongue over her slit.
He licks at her sensitive folds, tasting her wetness. He's slow and deliberate with each stroke of his tongue, parting her lips and catching her clit with the very tip of his tongue before starting over again. When she starts to move in time with the strokes of his tongue, he slips his hands underneath her thighs and holds her flush against his exploring mouth. With the last stroke of his tongue through her slit, he slips her clit into his mouth.
Lorelai lifts up on her elbows to watch him as he alternates between sucking on her clit and slowly stroking it with his tongue. She locks eyes with him and the image of him knelt between her legs, his mouth on her clit, is too overwhelming. As usual. She falls back onto the bed, gripping the sheets and moaning out his name when he redoubles his efforts and catches her clit between his lips once again.
His sucking is soft but deliberate. One of her hands lets go of the sheets and glides through his hair, holding him in place as he works his mouth against her. Letting go of her thighs, he spreads her legs a little further before slipping a finger inside of her. He pumps his finger in and out slowly while never taking his mouth off of her.
"Please Luke," Lorelai begs, moving her hips in time with his strokes.
It's not long before he slips a second finger in and starts to speed up his strokes. Moans tumble forth from her lips and he can tell by the way she's starting to clench down around his fingers that's she's close. He curls his fingers inside of her, hitting her g-spot and encouraging her to come for him.
"Yes….fuck," she moans as his fingers hit just the right spot inside of her.
Between his mouth and his fingers, she's soon tumbling over the edge and calling his name up to the ceiling. His tongue continues to move over her slit, soothing her as her orgasm rushes through her body. He feels her shiver against him and he pulls back, giving her a little reprieve before he goes back to placing kisses along her inner thigh.
He stops when he hears her laugh.
She's catching her breath as she speaks. "Have I told you how happy I am you have Sundays off?"
He smiles at that, kissing his way back up her body until he reaches her lips. "I think you've proven it this morning."
"Well I am," she insists though he's not arguing. "That's one hell of a way to start the morning."
He drops a kiss on her lips. "We're not finished yet."
She plays along. "Oh, we're not?"
"Nope."
Their lips connect again as he guides himself into her. He pushes his cock into her slowly, not stopping until he's fully sheathed in her. He stays like, holding himself deep inside of her, for a minute before he begins to stroke in and out of her. Once he does start moving, he's not in a big hurry to speed things up.
Neither is she but she does wrap her legs around his waist, pulling him in deeper every time pulls almost completely out. She helps to guide his thrusts, moving her hips in time with his, as they continue to kiss. The thrusts of his tongue mimic the thrust of his hips.
Not breaking the kiss, he grabs her leg and lifts it over his shoulder. She moans into his mouth when this new angle allows him to hit spots that he couldn't reach before. She tears her mouth from his and rolls her head to the side of the pillow when he begins to speed up his strokes. He holds her against him, pushing fully and completely into her before withdrawing almost fully and pushing into her again.
Each time he's deep within her, and he's so deep, Lorelai can't help but gasp. She arches into his touch, wanting a little more. Her hands are everywhere, stroking over his shoulders, scraping her nails across his back, running down the front of his chest, before she finally settles on her own chest. She starts to caress herself, knowing that he loves it when she touches herself.
The sight of her touching herself urges him on. His hands grip her hips as he starts to pound into her harder. The only sounds in the room are of their breathing and the gasps and moans coming from both of them.
He moves his arm underneath her and pulls her to him as he sits back on the bed, changing their position.
She wraps her legs around his waist as she sits in his lap and starts to ride him. His hands are on her ass, squeezing, as she rides him. The position is an assault on her senses. And he knows that. His hands are on her ass while his mouth gives his attention to her breasts. Sucking and licking with an occasional scrape of his teeth over her hardened nipple. Her arms circle around his neck, giving her the leverage she needs to ride him. From this position, her clit rubs up against him with every thrust.
They're both close.
He gives her a light tap on the ass which serves as a notion for her to speed up the roll of her hips into him. She feels herself start to clench around him and ducks her head to his shoulder when he thrusts up faster into her. He doesn't slow down her thrusts as she comes, calling out his name. He's just seconds behind her, still lazily thrusting into her as his release spills inside of her.
Her body sags against him as they both try to catch their breath. He kisses her neck then the side of her face before finally kissing the corner of her mouth and then her lips. Their kiss is slow, reminiscent of the one shared just after waking. She presses a kiss to his jaw, working her way to his ear.
"I really love you having Sundays off."
He expresses the same sentiments as he pulls her back down into bed with him. They're now at the foot off the bed but she manages to get their blanket and pull it over him while talking about how now all they need is breakfast in bed to make this a perfect morning.
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