He moved slightly, smiling. He could feel her lips on his, her strong little tongue probing, and he willingly surrendered to her. Was there ever any doubt? He shuddered as her tongue delicately traced its way around his mouth, and just when he couldn't take it anymore, she relaxed. He seized that moment to envelop her mouth with his, to bruisingly claim her. No matter how often they did this, their give and take was spectacular.
And his mouth wasn't the only place where she chose to ply her skills. On the rare lazy morning when neither had to work, she would take forever to slowly explore his body with her mouth. Starting at the juncture of one earlobe and jaw line, she could easily spend an entire morning alternating between banter and delightful suckling. He'd never been with anyone who spent so much time on the little details, who didn't just rush into the main course. And it delighted him because that was the exact opposite of how she was with food and life in general. She could even send him to heaven by sucking on each of his toes, though he would never admit that even to her, pretending that he didn't care for that particular activity.
And then he thought about her warm mouth enveloping him. She could easily be every man's fantasy but she was his. He gained a new appreciation for the way she worked an ice cream cone and many was the time that she would pretend to innocently partake of such a treat, teasing him wide-eyed through the window into Taylor's Shoppe. She made him question why he'd ever been opposed to that damn window in the first place, and grateful for the counter blocking his customer's view of him below the waist.
With hands entwined in her hair, he would lock eyes with her as she pleasured him. Sometimes playfully, sometimes seriously--always a surprise with her. Over the years, he'd sometimes thought that she was a somewhat selfish, self-absorbed girl, but that was not the woman he knew once they became lovers. She had the ability to make him feel that he was the only man on the planet, and her actions backed her up.
Luke moaned, shifting to become more comfortable. If he could, he'd make love to her right this minute, without hesitation. He especially loved it when she came to him straight from the bath, wearing only her white robe. He loved to take his time, sitting at the edge of the bed as she approached him, watching her as her breathing sped up as his hands moved to her waist to tug at the belt of her robe. It would part and uncover just the most enticing bit of bare skin. She would move towards him, always laughing, always giggling, and he would pull her to him so that his legs were on either side of hers.
He would slip his hands inside her open robe and grasp her waist, and she would shiver, and he would marvel at the way she responded to his touch. She would stay stock-still, looking into his eyes, and he would not be able to look away from her.
He'd hear her inhale deeply as his hands would slowly inch upward, tracing each rib, to finally cup her breasts, his hands covered by the edge of her robe. And sometimes they played a game, where she'd pretend to be surprised that his hands had ended up there, and he would teasingly brush his thumbs across her nipples, and after that, she would agree to anything he asked of her.
Sometimes he would then kiss her, and because his hands were still on her breasts, she would moan into his kisses. And then he would stand and moving his hands around to her backside, pull her against him, so there'd be no doubt of his arousal for her. And only then would she start to move again, reaching her arms around him. And then her beautiful mouth would begin its magic. He'd fall back onto the bed, and she would always laugh like it was the funniest thing on the planet. And she would only stop laughing when he pulled her onto him.
And he'd realize each time that the greatest thing about her was that he felt comfortable with her when they were like this, when her robe was finally pushed off her shoulders and they were completely synchronized.
Luke moved once more, no longer in a comfortable position, and then awoke with a start. The sound of cars and trucks whizzing by him reminded him that he'd pulled into a rest area off of I-95.
He rubbed his eyes, and looked around him. The sun was starting to set, and as he regained his bearings, he sadly and painfully recalled how his day had started. Reaching into his right jeans pocket, he fingered the ring that Lorelai had returned in her pain over the way he had treated her since he'd found out about his daughter. She hadn't exactly broken the engagement, and he took hope from that. Was he really that big a jerk?
'Yes', he thought.
He'd noticed that over the past few months that Lorelai had looked tired and drawn. It seemed that every time he hopefully mentioned when April would be stopping by the diner, that she'd look even more pained and drawn. And that was not the Lorelai he'd known over the past year. She put on a happy face for him, but in her sleep, she would betray herself. He loved to watch her sleep, a feminine perpetual motion machine finally at rest. Her eyes would flutter under her closed lids, and she'd giggle and murmur unintelligible words. But she always looked so happy, and he'd wonder what she was dreaming about. He'd reach over to brush a stray strand of hair off her forehead, and at his touch, she'd smile.
But it was his fault that lately, she'd slept fitfully, with a sad expression frozen on her face. Still fingering the ring, he looked over at the main rest area complex and realized he'd been headed towards New York City. Though he'd posted his "Gone Fishing" sign, he'd spent most of the day driving aimlessly. At one point, he found himself in New Haven but decided he couldn't burden her daughter with their problems.
Grimly shaking himself awake, he started up his truck and left the rest area. Looking over his shoulder, he merged onto the access road.
And that was when the realized that he was in the wrong lane. And that there was a car rushing toward him. That was the last thing he would see before darkness overtook him.