A/N: Sorry for the delay, I hit the Great Wall of China of writer's block.
To make up for it I'm posting this chapter and the last one at the same
time. This chapter may be a little wordy but hey that's me. Also, this
chapter contains explicit material so be warned. You could skip to Chapter
6 and the flow will only be a little interrupted but I'm sure you could
fill in the gaps easily enough.
Thanks again for all the reviews. Please, keep them coming.
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Out of Nowhere
Chapter 5 – Immersion
"Whoa, hold on. Why don't we take this a little slow?" Luke wanted to be absolutely sure Lane knew what she was doing. He didn't want this to turn into something she regretted.
She knew what he was doing, it was sweet and thoughtful and very much him, but for her the time for sweet and thoughtful was gone. She didn't want this to be a slow build but a wild rush. "I don't want slow. I've had slow; all my life has been slow. Planning, strategizing, avoiding, and dodging. Keeping everything I did a secret took time and patience and thought. I want now and fast and I don't want to think about anything. For the last time, I want this and I want it with you." She took her glasses off leaning back to set them on the table behind them knowing he was getting an eyeful of her shirt stretching across her chest. She was going to have to do something drastic to lighten things up. Fighting a giggle she got it out, "Come to the dark side, Luke."
She could see a smile starting on his face. He shook his head not believing she would make a Star Wars reference now of all times. "You've definitely spent too much time with the Gilmore's."
He looked at her, wishing he could be sure. She looked back at him, not ducking her gaze or blushing or fidgeting or any of the hundred twitches she'd always thought she'd have at this moment.
'She looks happy. It's been a long time since a woman's looked at me like that. Like I was everything she wanted. Please don't let me disappoint her.' She was still kneeling in front of him. He leaned forward and placed his hands on her upper arms and pulled her upwards, bringing her face closer to his. She closed the distance between them giving a gentle kiss that shook him more than he wanted to admit. His eyes were open and watching as hers slid shut and she leaned in again. 'She doesn't want slow.' He reminded himself and moved forward.
He kissed her this time, running his tongue along her lower lip, nudging her into opening her mouth. She sighed and leaned farther into him letting him explore. Suddenly she moved aggressively against him, gripping his knees with her hands and pressing further against him. He slid his hands up to her shoulders where the thin straps of her top let him feel her skin and pulled her into him, deepening the kiss until they broke apart, both of them breathing heavily.
Luke was careful to be gentle with his hands as they slid over her shoulders. Nicole had mentioned more than a few times that his hands were rough and would he please be a little gentler when he touched her. He didn't want Lane to have the same reaction. He slid the straps down her arms a little, hoping he wasn't rushing her.
She was going to end up crazy from this she just knew it. His hands felt better than she had imagined. All those years of carpentry and cooking had left thick calluses that scratched wonderfully and she wished he would press a little harder. She'd never felt anything like this before and was glad once again that it was him she was with.
"Tell me if I'm too rough with you. I don't want you to be uncomfortable." He wanted to make sure she didn't regret anything and was determined to make this a good experience for her.
She nodded her head waiting for his next move. She felt his hands slide down to catch hers and gently pull her up. He stood with her and wrapped his arms around her. Leaning in to kiss her again he started moving towards the bed. She felt the mattress hit the back of her knees and sat down bringing him with her. She reached up and knocked his hat grinning at him as she did. "I've wanted to do that for years."
He smiled back at her relieved to see she was enjoying things so far. And she was enjoying this very much. She couldn't remember ever being the focus of this much attention. She and Dave had always had to keep part of themselves focused on not being caught. But now she had someone with her who was completely focused on her and she was planning on taking advantage of that. With that in mind she moved closer and slipped her hands under the bottom of his tank while leaning in closer to kiss him again.
He could tell she was really enjoying the kisses. For someone with so little experience she was a natural. He could feel her pushing the hem of his shirt up and reached to pull it off completely. Her gaze dropped to his chest and he could tell she wanted to touch him. "Anything you want is fine."
She was delighted to hear him give free reign. The urge to touch him had been growing stronger as the night wore on. She ran her hands over his chest enjoying the feel of the light hair, following it down to his stomach. She felt him shudder when her hands rubbed against his flat stomach and she looked up to see he had closed his eyes. Knowing he liked her touch gave her a little more confidence and she remembered her plan to make him feel more confident about himself. So far he had been calling the shots. It was time for her take a more proactive role. She may not know exactly what she should do but she was positive she could wing it.
In a desire to feel him pressed against her she moved to straddle his lap. The movement startled him a little but he was quickly getting used to Lane's aggressiveness. To be honest it was turning him on a great deal, having someone so obviously desire him was quite a rush. One he hadn't experienced in quite a while. He was still feeling a little nervous about doing this with her but it was quickly being replaced with an intense desire for her.
Lane took advantage of his momentary distraction to remove her tank and blushed when his eyes dropped to her breasts. He moved his hands from her back and slid them over her watching for any signs that she wanted to stop.
She started to speak, "I know I'm not very big." She knew she wasn't anything spectacular to look at.
"You're perfect Lane." He was quick to reassure her, he didn't want her thinking for an instant that anything about her was undesirable. He'd had enough women tell him something about him wasn't up to their standards. His rough hands, stubble, and big body had made more than one woman tell him making love to him was like making love to a big dog. Lane didn't seem to mind any of that, though. In fact she seemed pretty content just touching him. That had never happened before.
He caught her mouth again as he ran his hands gently over her breasts trying to let her get comfortable with the feel of a man's hands on her. She knew he was being overly gentle with her and was determined to spice things up a bit. She broke away from the kiss and smiled at him. Tilting her head to the side she distracted him by running her hands across his stomach then darted forward and bit him none too gently on the side of his neck.
The bite and the accompanying surge of lust took him by surprise. He hadn't known his neck was that sensitive. He rewarded her efforts by pulling her hips against his tightly. She was thrilled with the feel of him against her; it felt like she'd been waiting for this forever. He realized she was trying to show she was ready and decided to speed things up a bit. His hands moved to the waistband of her jeans, feeling the shiver that went through her as he undid the button and zipper giving him enough room to slide his hands into the back. Using her hips to guide her he ground his arousal into her, feeling more than a little smug as he watched her head fall back and heard her moan.
All she could think was how good he felt against her. She wrapped her arms around his neck; bringing her head forward she gently bit into his neck again. He could feel the shivers going up his spine and suddenly couldn't wait anymore. He stood keeping his hands on her hips. She kept her arms around his neck as long as she could reluctantly letting go when he became too tall for her to reach.
He wasn't going to ask her if she was sure again. She'd answered that question several times over by now. Instead he reached for the waistband of her jeans. He caught her eyes making sure she was focused on his face while he pushed both her jeans and panties down to the floor snagging her socks at the same time and helped her step out of her clothes after he removed her shoes.
She blushed madly knowing he was seeing more of her than anyone else since she was a child. He could tell she was nervous about his reaction and grinned at her before saying, "Lane, you may be a little too much for an old man's heart to handle." She laughed and relaxed at that knowing he was trying to tell her he approved. And he did approve, he couldn't remember seeing anyone as lovely as her, it was more than just her figure that he admired. He envied her some the confidence that let her stand before him so openly. He wished he was half that at ease with himself.
He ran his hands up her remembering to be gentle with his hands until he stood in front of her again. She took one of his hands in hers and kissed the palm eying it thoughtfully. "You know, I've imagined what your hands feel like many times."
She watched his eyes darken a little. "I'm sorry. I know they're too rough. I'll try to be more gentle with them." She was surprised by his answer. She couldn't imagine anyone not liking the feel of his hands. To her they showed how strong he was and the scratch of them over her skin had been giving her chills. "I love your hands." She could tell he didn't believe her and realized she was going to have to reassure him. "No, really, they feel wonderful. I've imagined them before and they were always like this. Tough and strong. You could touch me for hours and I would still want more."
He couldn't believe what he was hearing. Surely she couldn't mean what it sounded like she meant. He decided he didn't care if she meant it or not, he wasn't going to waste the first chance he'd gotten in a long while to touch as much skin as he wanted.
He pulled her into him kissing her again while running his hands up her back finally pressing his hands firmly into her skin almost groaning at the little noises she was making. His control was stretching thin. The sounds of her obvious enjoyment were clouding his mind making it hard for him to focus on anything but having her under him. He suddenly wanted to feel her hands on him badly.
He broke the kiss long enough to tell her, "Touch me, anyway you want," before kissing her again more roughly than before. She was thrilled at his request, she'd been waiting for a sign he was comfortable with moving forward. Running her hands along his sides and around to his back she lightly dragged her nails over his skin feeling him jerk against her at the slight pain. Suddenly she found herself on the bed again with the feel of him covering her. She let out a low moan and pressed up against him wrapping her arms around his waist before sliding her hands up to grab his shoulders.
He wasn't sure when they'd gotten back on the bed, his last clear thought had been how good her hands had felt on him. He didn't waste the position he was in though, reaching down to grasp one thigh he gently pressed her leg outward giving him enough room to settle his hips in between hers. She gasped at the feel of him pressed so tightly against her. This was the closest she'd ever been to anyone and she was feeling a little overwhelmed.
"Are you alright? Do you want me to slow down?" He knew she'd asked for fast but he didn't want to make her uncomfortable. She looked at him knowing he would stop in an instant if she asked and that certainty let her feel safe enough to shake her head no before smiling at him. "I like you right where you are."
She could feel his arousal through the shorts he was wearing and the desire to feel that arousal without the barrier was taking over her thoughts. She slid her hands over his back to the waist of his shorts before taking a deep breath and pushing her hands underneath them. His body went still above her and she decided to go for broke and pushed the shorts down his legs as far as she could reach taking his boxers with them. He kicked them the rest of the way off keeping his eyes locked on hers the entire time.
The feel of him was better than she could have ever imagined. She wasn't sure she was ever going to be satisfied with sleeping alone again. He had braced his upper body on his forearms to keep most of his weight off of her. The feel of her against him had stretched his control to the breaking point. Her boldly taking off the rest of his clothes had been the last straw. He knew he was going fast but she seemed to be in just as much a rush as he. She watched him reach over to the nightstand and guessed what he was after, "It's alright, I'm on the pill. I started when I was with... well it was just in case."
He took a deep breath, "Just so you know, um, I'm , uh, clean. I got tested after I found out Nic... well I just got tested." Neither of them wanted to bring up past relationships. She nodded at him and, since she was feeling a little nervous, decided that pauses weren't helping her. She brought his head down to kiss him again using her hands as a grip on his hair. She'd wanted to touch his hair so many times she'd lost count years ago. It probably had something to do with the hat being some sort of tease.
He pulled back and bent his head down towards her breasts. He pressed his nose gently against the valley between them letting her get used to the sensation of touch there. She arched her back; the soft scratching of his whiskers caused shivers that made her twist against him. Taking her movement as a sign he pressed light kisses on the curves of both breasts before gently sucking the peak of one into his mouth. She grasped the back of his head holding him in place. She could feel flickers of lust spreading from her chest, building her desire for him until she was panting against him on the verge of begging him for something more. A hollow feeling had been building in her center and the feel of his mouth and tongue were making it almost unbearable.
She reached down and grabbed his hips. Pulling him against her she jerked a little at the feel of him pressed so tightly to her. He groaned at the feel of how hot and wet she was and without thinking reached down and pressed the fingers of one hand into her. She moaned loudly feeling that hollow ache both appeased and yet more desperate. He moved his fingers gently, concentrating on the center of nerves at the top until he felt her body gather tightly against him. He could tell she was close and wanted her to be distracted by her desire to cover the small pain when he first took her.
He centered his hips between hers and slid partly into her feeling the resistance and trying not to just thrust in when he felt how hot and tight she was. He leaned down and kissed her again, muffling her small sound when he slid past her barrier. Another thrust and he was fully inside of her and breathing harshly as if he'd just run the Boston Marathon.
She couldn't believe he was in her. The hollow feeling had been satisfied somewhat by the feel of him coming into her. She felt a rush of both power and gentleness when she realized he was trembling a little from trying not to move until she gave him some sort of sign. She experimentally moved her hips gratified to hear his choked moan.
He let out a sigh of relief at the feel of her moving against him. He withdrew a little before gently thrusting back into her. He wasn't sure she was the one he should have been worried about all this time. Any moment now the sensation of sliding in and out of her was going to send him into shock. At least he had one thing on his side. His age had finally given him something useful and he could keep control over himself a little longer than he used to. He looked down at her for the first time since he had come into her and nearly lost that control. She had arched her back, her eyes were tightly closed and she looked like she had just found her own personal religion. The sight and feel of her were almost too much for him and he felt himself moving faster against her. Her mouth had parted and he couldn't resist kissing her, sliding his tongue in deeply, feeling hers tangle with his.
She was sure she was never going to think clearly again. No book or song or person was ever going to be enough to hold her attention again. She could feel her body tensing, wanting something, becoming tighter and tighter and knew he could feel it too when his groans turned into short moans. The sounds he was making had just become the sexiest thing she'd ever heard and served to make her wrap her legs around his waist and grip him tightly. He was losing control quickly and reached down with his hand and used his fingers to encourage her to completion. She started to gasp when the hollow ache seemed to suddenly implode and she arched and held him even tighter. At the feel of her coming around him he thrust in as deeply as he could feeling himself start to come inside her. She moaned again at the feeling of warmth in her and held him to her while his body shuddered against her.
They both lay with their eyes closed until their breathing had evened out some. She looked at his face noticing how peaceful he suddenly looked. She smiled a little smugly to herself. 'I did that. I made him happy. If I can make Luke Danes feel happy then there isn't anything I can't do.' Happy herself with her thoughts and the shivers still going through her she settled back into the bed. She just wanted to bask for a little while.
He was still feeling a few aftershocks himself but knew he must be too heavy for her slight frame and started to slide over to her side. She held him still by wrapping her arms around his shoulders and winding her calves around his. "Where are you going?"
"I don't want to crush you." He looked into her eyes and felt a warmth in him that had been missing a long time. She looked happy. Like she was content with everything in the world and it was all because of him.
"Stay right where you are. This may be the most comfortable I've ever been and I 'm not giving it up without a struggle."
He smiled down at her. She'd surprised him again; all of those aspects of him the other women in his life had criticized him for had turned out to be her favorites. Maybe it was them that had a problem and not him. Maybe it was time he found someone who didn't want to change him.
She relaxed when she felt him settle back against her. She felt safe and satisfied in a way she knew she probably wouldn't find with anyone else anytime soon. He had given her the freedom to be herself without making her feel self-conscious. Maybe it was her who needed to be more accepting of her personality. Maybe it was time she used that backbone he'd let her realize she had.
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Out of Nowhere
Chapter 5 – Immersion
"Whoa, hold on. Why don't we take this a little slow?" Luke wanted to be absolutely sure Lane knew what she was doing. He didn't want this to turn into something she regretted.
She knew what he was doing, it was sweet and thoughtful and very much him, but for her the time for sweet and thoughtful was gone. She didn't want this to be a slow build but a wild rush. "I don't want slow. I've had slow; all my life has been slow. Planning, strategizing, avoiding, and dodging. Keeping everything I did a secret took time and patience and thought. I want now and fast and I don't want to think about anything. For the last time, I want this and I want it with you." She took her glasses off leaning back to set them on the table behind them knowing he was getting an eyeful of her shirt stretching across her chest. She was going to have to do something drastic to lighten things up. Fighting a giggle she got it out, "Come to the dark side, Luke."
She could see a smile starting on his face. He shook his head not believing she would make a Star Wars reference now of all times. "You've definitely spent too much time with the Gilmore's."
He looked at her, wishing he could be sure. She looked back at him, not ducking her gaze or blushing or fidgeting or any of the hundred twitches she'd always thought she'd have at this moment.
'She looks happy. It's been a long time since a woman's looked at me like that. Like I was everything she wanted. Please don't let me disappoint her.' She was still kneeling in front of him. He leaned forward and placed his hands on her upper arms and pulled her upwards, bringing her face closer to his. She closed the distance between them giving a gentle kiss that shook him more than he wanted to admit. His eyes were open and watching as hers slid shut and she leaned in again. 'She doesn't want slow.' He reminded himself and moved forward.
He kissed her this time, running his tongue along her lower lip, nudging her into opening her mouth. She sighed and leaned farther into him letting him explore. Suddenly she moved aggressively against him, gripping his knees with her hands and pressing further against him. He slid his hands up to her shoulders where the thin straps of her top let him feel her skin and pulled her into him, deepening the kiss until they broke apart, both of them breathing heavily.
Luke was careful to be gentle with his hands as they slid over her shoulders. Nicole had mentioned more than a few times that his hands were rough and would he please be a little gentler when he touched her. He didn't want Lane to have the same reaction. He slid the straps down her arms a little, hoping he wasn't rushing her.
She was going to end up crazy from this she just knew it. His hands felt better than she had imagined. All those years of carpentry and cooking had left thick calluses that scratched wonderfully and she wished he would press a little harder. She'd never felt anything like this before and was glad once again that it was him she was with.
"Tell me if I'm too rough with you. I don't want you to be uncomfortable." He wanted to make sure she didn't regret anything and was determined to make this a good experience for her.
She nodded her head waiting for his next move. She felt his hands slide down to catch hers and gently pull her up. He stood with her and wrapped his arms around her. Leaning in to kiss her again he started moving towards the bed. She felt the mattress hit the back of her knees and sat down bringing him with her. She reached up and knocked his hat grinning at him as she did. "I've wanted to do that for years."
He smiled back at her relieved to see she was enjoying things so far. And she was enjoying this very much. She couldn't remember ever being the focus of this much attention. She and Dave had always had to keep part of themselves focused on not being caught. But now she had someone with her who was completely focused on her and she was planning on taking advantage of that. With that in mind she moved closer and slipped her hands under the bottom of his tank while leaning in closer to kiss him again.
He could tell she was really enjoying the kisses. For someone with so little experience she was a natural. He could feel her pushing the hem of his shirt up and reached to pull it off completely. Her gaze dropped to his chest and he could tell she wanted to touch him. "Anything you want is fine."
She was delighted to hear him give free reign. The urge to touch him had been growing stronger as the night wore on. She ran her hands over his chest enjoying the feel of the light hair, following it down to his stomach. She felt him shudder when her hands rubbed against his flat stomach and she looked up to see he had closed his eyes. Knowing he liked her touch gave her a little more confidence and she remembered her plan to make him feel more confident about himself. So far he had been calling the shots. It was time for her take a more proactive role. She may not know exactly what she should do but she was positive she could wing it.
In a desire to feel him pressed against her she moved to straddle his lap. The movement startled him a little but he was quickly getting used to Lane's aggressiveness. To be honest it was turning him on a great deal, having someone so obviously desire him was quite a rush. One he hadn't experienced in quite a while. He was still feeling a little nervous about doing this with her but it was quickly being replaced with an intense desire for her.
Lane took advantage of his momentary distraction to remove her tank and blushed when his eyes dropped to her breasts. He moved his hands from her back and slid them over her watching for any signs that she wanted to stop.
She started to speak, "I know I'm not very big." She knew she wasn't anything spectacular to look at.
"You're perfect Lane." He was quick to reassure her, he didn't want her thinking for an instant that anything about her was undesirable. He'd had enough women tell him something about him wasn't up to their standards. His rough hands, stubble, and big body had made more than one woman tell him making love to him was like making love to a big dog. Lane didn't seem to mind any of that, though. In fact she seemed pretty content just touching him. That had never happened before.
He caught her mouth again as he ran his hands gently over her breasts trying to let her get comfortable with the feel of a man's hands on her. She knew he was being overly gentle with her and was determined to spice things up a bit. She broke away from the kiss and smiled at him. Tilting her head to the side she distracted him by running her hands across his stomach then darted forward and bit him none too gently on the side of his neck.
The bite and the accompanying surge of lust took him by surprise. He hadn't known his neck was that sensitive. He rewarded her efforts by pulling her hips against his tightly. She was thrilled with the feel of him against her; it felt like she'd been waiting for this forever. He realized she was trying to show she was ready and decided to speed things up a bit. His hands moved to the waistband of her jeans, feeling the shiver that went through her as he undid the button and zipper giving him enough room to slide his hands into the back. Using her hips to guide her he ground his arousal into her, feeling more than a little smug as he watched her head fall back and heard her moan.
All she could think was how good he felt against her. She wrapped her arms around his neck; bringing her head forward she gently bit into his neck again. He could feel the shivers going up his spine and suddenly couldn't wait anymore. He stood keeping his hands on her hips. She kept her arms around his neck as long as she could reluctantly letting go when he became too tall for her to reach.
He wasn't going to ask her if she was sure again. She'd answered that question several times over by now. Instead he reached for the waistband of her jeans. He caught her eyes making sure she was focused on his face while he pushed both her jeans and panties down to the floor snagging her socks at the same time and helped her step out of her clothes after he removed her shoes.
She blushed madly knowing he was seeing more of her than anyone else since she was a child. He could tell she was nervous about his reaction and grinned at her before saying, "Lane, you may be a little too much for an old man's heart to handle." She laughed and relaxed at that knowing he was trying to tell her he approved. And he did approve, he couldn't remember seeing anyone as lovely as her, it was more than just her figure that he admired. He envied her some the confidence that let her stand before him so openly. He wished he was half that at ease with himself.
He ran his hands up her remembering to be gentle with his hands until he stood in front of her again. She took one of his hands in hers and kissed the palm eying it thoughtfully. "You know, I've imagined what your hands feel like many times."
She watched his eyes darken a little. "I'm sorry. I know they're too rough. I'll try to be more gentle with them." She was surprised by his answer. She couldn't imagine anyone not liking the feel of his hands. To her they showed how strong he was and the scratch of them over her skin had been giving her chills. "I love your hands." She could tell he didn't believe her and realized she was going to have to reassure him. "No, really, they feel wonderful. I've imagined them before and they were always like this. Tough and strong. You could touch me for hours and I would still want more."
He couldn't believe what he was hearing. Surely she couldn't mean what it sounded like she meant. He decided he didn't care if she meant it or not, he wasn't going to waste the first chance he'd gotten in a long while to touch as much skin as he wanted.
He pulled her into him kissing her again while running his hands up her back finally pressing his hands firmly into her skin almost groaning at the little noises she was making. His control was stretching thin. The sounds of her obvious enjoyment were clouding his mind making it hard for him to focus on anything but having her under him. He suddenly wanted to feel her hands on him badly.
He broke the kiss long enough to tell her, "Touch me, anyway you want," before kissing her again more roughly than before. She was thrilled at his request, she'd been waiting for a sign he was comfortable with moving forward. Running her hands along his sides and around to his back she lightly dragged her nails over his skin feeling him jerk against her at the slight pain. Suddenly she found herself on the bed again with the feel of him covering her. She let out a low moan and pressed up against him wrapping her arms around his waist before sliding her hands up to grab his shoulders.
He wasn't sure when they'd gotten back on the bed, his last clear thought had been how good her hands had felt on him. He didn't waste the position he was in though, reaching down to grasp one thigh he gently pressed her leg outward giving him enough room to settle his hips in between hers. She gasped at the feel of him pressed so tightly against her. This was the closest she'd ever been to anyone and she was feeling a little overwhelmed.
"Are you alright? Do you want me to slow down?" He knew she'd asked for fast but he didn't want to make her uncomfortable. She looked at him knowing he would stop in an instant if she asked and that certainty let her feel safe enough to shake her head no before smiling at him. "I like you right where you are."
She could feel his arousal through the shorts he was wearing and the desire to feel that arousal without the barrier was taking over her thoughts. She slid her hands over his back to the waist of his shorts before taking a deep breath and pushing her hands underneath them. His body went still above her and she decided to go for broke and pushed the shorts down his legs as far as she could reach taking his boxers with them. He kicked them the rest of the way off keeping his eyes locked on hers the entire time.
The feel of him was better than she could have ever imagined. She wasn't sure she was ever going to be satisfied with sleeping alone again. He had braced his upper body on his forearms to keep most of his weight off of her. The feel of her against him had stretched his control to the breaking point. Her boldly taking off the rest of his clothes had been the last straw. He knew he was going fast but she seemed to be in just as much a rush as he. She watched him reach over to the nightstand and guessed what he was after, "It's alright, I'm on the pill. I started when I was with... well it was just in case."
He took a deep breath, "Just so you know, um, I'm , uh, clean. I got tested after I found out Nic... well I just got tested." Neither of them wanted to bring up past relationships. She nodded at him and, since she was feeling a little nervous, decided that pauses weren't helping her. She brought his head down to kiss him again using her hands as a grip on his hair. She'd wanted to touch his hair so many times she'd lost count years ago. It probably had something to do with the hat being some sort of tease.
He pulled back and bent his head down towards her breasts. He pressed his nose gently against the valley between them letting her get used to the sensation of touch there. She arched her back; the soft scratching of his whiskers caused shivers that made her twist against him. Taking her movement as a sign he pressed light kisses on the curves of both breasts before gently sucking the peak of one into his mouth. She grasped the back of his head holding him in place. She could feel flickers of lust spreading from her chest, building her desire for him until she was panting against him on the verge of begging him for something more. A hollow feeling had been building in her center and the feel of his mouth and tongue were making it almost unbearable.
She reached down and grabbed his hips. Pulling him against her she jerked a little at the feel of him pressed so tightly to her. He groaned at the feel of how hot and wet she was and without thinking reached down and pressed the fingers of one hand into her. She moaned loudly feeling that hollow ache both appeased and yet more desperate. He moved his fingers gently, concentrating on the center of nerves at the top until he felt her body gather tightly against him. He could tell she was close and wanted her to be distracted by her desire to cover the small pain when he first took her.
He centered his hips between hers and slid partly into her feeling the resistance and trying not to just thrust in when he felt how hot and tight she was. He leaned down and kissed her again, muffling her small sound when he slid past her barrier. Another thrust and he was fully inside of her and breathing harshly as if he'd just run the Boston Marathon.
She couldn't believe he was in her. The hollow feeling had been satisfied somewhat by the feel of him coming into her. She felt a rush of both power and gentleness when she realized he was trembling a little from trying not to move until she gave him some sort of sign. She experimentally moved her hips gratified to hear his choked moan.
He let out a sigh of relief at the feel of her moving against him. He withdrew a little before gently thrusting back into her. He wasn't sure she was the one he should have been worried about all this time. Any moment now the sensation of sliding in and out of her was going to send him into shock. At least he had one thing on his side. His age had finally given him something useful and he could keep control over himself a little longer than he used to. He looked down at her for the first time since he had come into her and nearly lost that control. She had arched her back, her eyes were tightly closed and she looked like she had just found her own personal religion. The sight and feel of her were almost too much for him and he felt himself moving faster against her. Her mouth had parted and he couldn't resist kissing her, sliding his tongue in deeply, feeling hers tangle with his.
She was sure she was never going to think clearly again. No book or song or person was ever going to be enough to hold her attention again. She could feel her body tensing, wanting something, becoming tighter and tighter and knew he could feel it too when his groans turned into short moans. The sounds he was making had just become the sexiest thing she'd ever heard and served to make her wrap her legs around his waist and grip him tightly. He was losing control quickly and reached down with his hand and used his fingers to encourage her to completion. She started to gasp when the hollow ache seemed to suddenly implode and she arched and held him even tighter. At the feel of her coming around him he thrust in as deeply as he could feeling himself start to come inside her. She moaned again at the feeling of warmth in her and held him to her while his body shuddered against her.
They both lay with their eyes closed until their breathing had evened out some. She looked at his face noticing how peaceful he suddenly looked. She smiled a little smugly to herself. 'I did that. I made him happy. If I can make Luke Danes feel happy then there isn't anything I can't do.' Happy herself with her thoughts and the shivers still going through her she settled back into the bed. She just wanted to bask for a little while.
He was still feeling a few aftershocks himself but knew he must be too heavy for her slight frame and started to slide over to her side. She held him still by wrapping her arms around his shoulders and winding her calves around his. "Where are you going?"
"I don't want to crush you." He looked into her eyes and felt a warmth in him that had been missing a long time. She looked happy. Like she was content with everything in the world and it was all because of him.
"Stay right where you are. This may be the most comfortable I've ever been and I 'm not giving it up without a struggle."
He smiled down at her. She'd surprised him again; all of those aspects of him the other women in his life had criticized him for had turned out to be her favorites. Maybe it was them that had a problem and not him. Maybe it was time he found someone who didn't want to change him.
She relaxed when she felt him settle back against her. She felt safe and satisfied in a way she knew she probably wouldn't find with anyone else anytime soon. He had given her the freedom to be herself without making her feel self-conscious. Maybe it was her who needed to be more accepting of her personality. Maybe it was time she used that backbone he'd let her realize she had.
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Chapter Six Coming Soon