"I'm learning, I'm learning." Lorelai mutters and then presses a quick good-bye peck to his lips before she leaves him standing in the doorway.
He watches her walk away. And it must be that he's still half asleep because it takes him a few more seconds to realize that he's just turned down sex, sex with Lorelai, for a couple hours of sleep. I must be insane, Luke thinks.
She's about to turn the corner of the hall when he calls out to her "Lorelai," and starts after her.
"Lorelai, hey," she stops and starts to turn around as he comes up behind her. He grabs her bicep to turn her around. She goes to ask him "what", but she barely gets the "wh" out before his lips are on hers. This kiss is different from her goodnight pecks just moments ago. He's kissing her with force, with intention, starting the night rather than ending it.
"Come on," Luke pulls her to him, "come inside." He kisses her briefly before he trails his lips down her cheek to her neck.
"Luke," she's already breathless, "you have early deliveries, you need to get sleep."
"To hell with sleep," he mumbles against her neck, "I need you."
"Well, if you insist." She didn't need convincing. She'd come up to his apartment for a reason, she wanted to celebrate the election between his sheets – honestly, she never wanted to leave his sheets. She was disappointed when she realized that her boyfriend wasn't just being his anti-town and anti-social self, but that he had actually gone to bed.
Regardless of the fact that she was practically bouncing next to him, he gripped her hand tightly as if he were afraid she'd take off down the steps when his back was turned.
"I'm glad you came up, but," he starts once they are in the apartment, and plucks the bottle and glasses from her hands, placing them on the table, "I'm not drinking champagne."
And then he's there, wrapping his arms around her, holding her tightly to him, and starts to walk them to his bed. His lips back on hers, tilting his head and opening her mouth with his as soon as she lets him, and their tongues join in.
She tumbles a bit when her legs hit the bed, so lost in the kiss that she forgot that she was even moving.
"That's okay, I have a better idea on how we can celebrate." She sits on the edge of the bed and slides her hands under his shirt, pushing it up his torso. He takes it off himself once it reaches his armpits, her arms can't reach any farther.
"Yea?" He asks, dropping his shirt to the side and looking down on her with a cocky grin, his eyes already starting to droop with arousal. He brushes a finger over her cheek.
"Oh yea," she sprinkles kisses over abs and pushes his sweatpants down, trailing her fingers up the backs of his legs and onto his ass.
He steps out of them, now completely naked - and completely hard at her eye level. Hmmmm, finally, she eyes his cock and quickly licks her lips and wiggles her fingers. She's not had a chance to go down on him yet and desperately wants to. But before she can even decide on her first move, he gently pulls her stand in front of him.
He must not hear her huff of disapproval at the move, or chose to ignore it because he asks, "How do you always do that?" as he runs his hands under her jacket.
"Do what?"
"Get me completely naked while you are still fully dressed?" She does have a knack for doing that. Her jacket covers his shirt on the floor and he's progressing quickly through the buttons on her white dress shirt.
"Hey now, don't blame" she giggles as he hits a ticklish spot on her side when he runs his hands back up, squeezing her breasts briefly before moving over her shoulders to push the shirt off, "I think you are just a nudist at heart."
"That must be it," he chuckles and dips down to kiss the spot where her neck meets her shoulder, and as the shirt down her arms slides down her arms. He licks across her collarbone to the other side, nipping here and there along the way. His fingertips run back down her side, intentionally hitting that ticklish spot again, and then reach for the button and fly of her jeans.
"You never put up a fight," she notes, "instead you are usually all too happy to disrobe." He really is, and she laughs quietly when she realizes how quickly he'll lift his arms to get his shirt off and, when he's wearing underwear, he'll shove them down with his pants, kicking them off with his shoes so fast. "You are like the Speed Racer of getting naked."
She's kicking off her shoes and losing her pants now though. She reaches for him as she stands straight, rubbing her hands through the soft hair that covers his chest and abdomen, letting her fingers tease lower and lower to tickle the hair on the tops thighs with each downward pass but avoiding his erection for now.
"If I'm getting naked," he begins before sweeping his tongue through her mouth, "you are too, and I'm definitely happy about that."
"There you go then," she whispers in his ear as she finally grabs him and slowly begins to stroke, "you want to be naked as much as I want you naked."
"Mmmmm hmm," he groans, "with you, naked with you."
He lets her touch him for another moment, loving the way her fingers grip him and slide up and down, before pulling her hands away and gently pushing her onto the bed.
"Scoot up" he instructs until her head rests on his pillows and he's on top of her, his hips nestled between hers.
They kiss again. Lorelai learned quickly that Luke takes kissing very seriously. Not like it's a precursor to sex that he has to tolerate, but more like its part of the main event, like he's making love to her through her mouth. His tongue twirls with hers, he sucks and nips on her lips, his hands tangle in her hair and slide along her body, grabbing and squeezing her soft flesh. He's passionate and kisses deep and slowly, savoring her taste and the moment.
Soon she feels his hips move against hers, seeking friction. He's trapped between the soft, worn lace of her panties and his belly. But the movement feels delicious, he slides right over her clit with light pressure. She moans and uses this time to feel him - twisting her fingers in his curls, scratching down the back of his neck and spine, squeezing his ass, and helping guide his grinding hips.
Maybe he's on to something with all this kissing, she thinks, her body is humming with pleasure, she can feel herself getting hot and slick against her panties, and she knows he's just getting started. Even now, after being woken up and with an early alarm pending, she knows he won't rush this part.
His lips finally leave hers to go to her neck and ears. Luke is also a quick learner. Each time they are together he takes his own mental notes of what makes Lorelai gasp, whimper, and writhe so he can repeat those moves the next time. He knows that she likes it when he scrapes his teeth down the side of her neck, nips at her shoulders, and runs his tongue on the shell of her ear. So as the tempo of their hips continue to build, he slowly moves his mouth and teeth up and down the sides of her neck, and he is rewarded with a soft and low "Mmmmm Luke."
He pulls back from her, stilling his hips, and just stares at her.
"What?" a little self-conscious under his gaze, but she lets her fingers dig more forcefully into the muscles of his back and back down to his ass, trying to get his hips to start again.
He shakes his head a bit, closes his eyes, inhales deeply, "Nothing, you are so beautiful, sexy…and you are here" he meets her eyes now, with an intensity she's only seen a couple times before, "I still can't believe that you are here." The last line is a whisper, as if he said it too loud that she'll evaporate into the night before him.
"Well believe it mister." She's trying to break the tension with her characteristic humor. He just grins at her. God, he's sexy, she thinks. She loves his eyes, especially when they are glazed over with want, and his ornery but shy grin, almost as if he's embarrassed to want her so badly.
"I'll work on it," he mutters as he moves lower, licking and kissing the tops of her breasts. He pulls one breast out of its cup, then the other, and teases her nipples before he continues down her belly. He pauses again to dip his tongue into her belly button and hits her with a teasing grin before he runs his tongue over the top band of her panties for a moment and then continues on his way down.
Lorelai starts to wish that she took them off with her jeans, but that thought is banished from her mind immediately as he runs his tongue over the length of her, pressing the lace onto her damp, sensitive skin, into her just a bit, and then swirls his tongue around her clit. "Mmmmm, that's nice." And it is. The fabric adds an erotic layer between his tongue and her flesh.
"Yea?" He wants her feedback. This is only the second time he's gone down on her, and he wants to be invited back between her thighs every time. He hears her confirm with a low groan.
The first night they were together he made his way down her belly, much like tonight, but she'd stopped him with a nervous "you don't have to do that," and pulled him back up over her before he could protest. He'd eyed her for a moment but decided to let it go then, making a note to bring it up later.
Then a few nights ago, the first time they were at her place, he asked if she was self-conscious. She said that she was, a little, but mostly she usually waited to let her partners go down on her because she felt that a lot of men used oral sex to pressure her to reciprocate. Not that she disliked performing oral sex, she told him with a wink and brow bounce, but knowing that the man was only going down on her for his benefit and not hers ruined the experience.
Luke assured her that he was going down on her for his benefit, but only because he enjoyed it, he loved everything about it – the taste, the smell, the look, the feel on his tongue and fingers, and sounds his partners made when receiving pleasure – not because he had any quid pro quo expectations. A little doubtful of his intentions, not that Luke was a bad guy, but he was still a guy, she agreed. He took his time that night, spending as long as she would let him with his head buried between her legs. At the time he felt he did well, she writhed and gasped and came twice, loudly, on his tongue and fingers before coming again on cock.
But now, he's unsure of himself again. He wants to make sure she knows that he truly enjoys it and is doing it for her pleasure, that her pleasure turns him on, and not to manipulate her.
He repeats his movements a few more times: a long lick from her opening up to her clit where he swirls his tongue. When he pulls back, he rubs one finger over the entrance, pressing the lace in a little, then dragging her moisture up over her clit rubbing her with slow, tight circles.
"God, you taste so good." His finger drifts under the lace and penetrates her, just to the first knuckle as he feels round her opening, searching for her spot, and he applies a gentle suction to her clit. She exhales roughly, and he sees her toss her head back and cover her mouth with the back of her hand.
"So wet. You're getting so wet for me. I love how wet you get." Luke is not usually so verbose in bed, but he's dedicated to this. She has to understand that he's in this for her pleasure, every time.
"Just for you," she whines.
"Hmmm," it shouldn't boost his ego, but it does. He takes a deep breath, his chest puffing out a bit, and leans back in and pushes his finger in deeper. Her hips start to move against his face and he lets her take her pleasure against him.
The next time he pulls back, he's yanking her panties down past her knees and he has two fingers in her before she's finished kicking them off.
"Oh!"
"This okay?" he asks, thrusting them in slowly and curling them up as he pulls them back.
"Yea," she's panting now, her chest moving quickly, "so good." Grinning, he returns to her clit and her hips buck against him. He moves his other hand to add pressure to her low belly, both to keep her still and to increase her pleasure.
She can feel her orgasm building in her core, twisting and tightening in anticipation each time his fingers hit her g-spot and his mouth applies perfect suction or his tongue flicks just right. "Yes…right there."
It doesn't take too much longer before he feels her fluttering around his fingers and her legs tense against him. "Mmmmm, you feel so good Lorelai," he murmurs against her thigh "I want to feel you come," he bites and sucks a little mark into her thigh while his fingers stay steady, "you taste so good when you come."
Her back arches, "Luuuke," she whines. One of her hands is fisting his flannel sheets and the other reaches down and presses against the back of his head. He chuckles and lets her guide him right back to her clit.
He hears her gasp and moan, he thinks she's beyond words now, but then he hears a near inaudible "fuck" escape her lips. He knows not to change a damn thing now, so all his efforts go into maintaining his exact tempo and pressure.
She can feel the explosion start from her core and speed through her veins down to the tips of her fingers and toes. Her body tenses and shudders. He feels it - her walls clench so tightly around his fingers that they are almost being forced out; her legs clamp around his head; and her fingers curl in his hair, pulling roughly - just nanoseconds before he hears her cry out in garbled exclamations and string of curses. He keeps up his movements with his tongue and fingers the best as he can while her body moves against him until he hears "ahhh, Luke…I can't" and feels her pulling his head back.
He travels upward, placing wet, suckling kisses along her belly and breasts, before he kisses again with a wide-open mouth, sweeping his tongue against hers, making sure she tastes herself on his tongue and lips. She pants into his mouth, still trying to catch her breath.
"Damn Luke," she huffs as she pulls away. She's sated, nearly delirious, her eyes are closed, one arm is bent over her head covering her eyes, and her chest is still moving quickly.
He lays down next to her on his side and runs his fingers lightly along her body for a moment, letting her recover.
"You could be a professional at that." He hears her mutter.
"Ha!" And in return he runs his fingers over that spot on her side.
"Hey!" she jumps a little, but her limbs are still so heavy that she can't move quickly, "I'm not joking, you have some serious skills."
"Thanks, but I think I'll pass on that. I'm more than happy just being an amateur here, with you." He leans down to kiss her lips again, just chaste presses of his lips against hers.
"Careful with who you are calling an amateur," she smiles into the kisses, removes her arm from her head and opens her eyes. "I'm damn good."
"You are damn good," her hands finally join in the action, gripping him and pumping, "but I didn't think you'd want to be called a pro, like call girl."
"A call girl?" she mocks. She's still laying on her back and him still on his side.
"Escort, professional, call girl, whatever," he groans and leans his head into the neck, "you know what I meant," he thrusts his hips into her hands, "you don't want to be called that."
"You're right, amateurs we are then."
She looks down to see him dripping onto her hip, "babe, you are a little excited" she teases as her palm swipes over his head and drags his pre-cum down his shaft, lubricating her slow strokes.
He nods, "Mmmmm hmmm" closes his eyes and huffs, "very excited…you excite me."
"Good, because you excite me too." She's kissing his neck as she continues to pump him, tightening her grip and speeding up her motions. But then, he's moving her. He grabs her hips and pulls her atop him and helps her legs settle on each side of him.
She laughs at his caveman tendencies and grinds her hip over him, dragging her still wet core over his cock, and reaching behind her to unclasp her bra. It finally reaches the floor with the rest of their clothes.
"You ready?" He grunts, locking eyes with her as he grabs his shaft and situates her right over him, his tip waiting at her entrance.
I guess he's ready, she giggles to herself. But her heart flutters a little. Each time they've had sex he's asked her if she's ready, in some form or another. She loves that he checks in with her first. Not that Lorelai has had too many lovers, but a few of them let their own arousal control the pace to penetration and many times it's before she's been fully ready. There's no risk of that tonight, she is still wet with her own arousal and his saliva and is completely ready for him.
Instead of verbally answering him, she spreads her legs a little farther and sinks down on him, taking in his full length in one go, reveling in the slight, but noticeable stretch.
"Shit Lorelai," he grits through clenched teeth. He holds her hips down hard on him, preventing any movement from her, for a moment as he enjoys the pleasure of finally being inside her. She's so warm and wet and he can feel faint flutters of her walls.
His grip loosens, and she starts to rise and fall on him, not fast but with intention. It is celebration sex after all. She leans back, resting her hands on his thighs behind him and watches him watching them. His eyes are dropped, his mouth hangs open, his chest is heaving. He's completely mesmerized by the sight of his cock disappearing into her over and over. She pulls up high enough to let him nearly all the way out, just to the tip - he loves the way he glistens with her arousal - and then slides back down on top, circles her hips, and repeats. He lets her do this, all the work, for a couple minutes as he enjoys the show. He joins in by squeezing her breast, then rolling her nipples, then using his thumb to rub circles around her clit.
"Goddamn Lorelai…you feel so good…you are so sexy,"
Then he moves, wrapping his arm around her mid-back and his other hand pulls her head down for a kiss, stopping her movements and changing their angle.
"But I gotta…" he breathes into her mouth as he bends his knees and places his feet flat on the bed to get the leverage he needs to thrust into her.
He lets out a quiet "ah shit," but after a few tentative thrusts like this, he pants "I need…more."
She understands what he's asking, he's been hard and waiting for quite a while, she wonders if he's aching.
"Yes Luke." She gets one hand around the back of his neck, keeping their open mouths close, and lets her other arm rest on the bed. He moves his hands back to her hips and begins to pull her down on him - hard - with each upward thrust. He's getting so deep it's almost painful, but it's not, it's oh so pleasurable. They are breathing into each other's mouths, noses brushing, foreheads bumping, but he doesn't let up.
He's fucking into her vigorously from the bottom, beads of sweat are forming on his forehead. She tries to grind into him to add to the friction, but his grip is relentless. She's certain that she'll have little purple bruises on her hips tomorrow. But she doesn't care. She just doesn't want this to stop. She can feel her second orgasm starting to bubble up to the surface.
"Yes, so close…don't …stop." And she's there, toppling over the edge. This orgasm matches the intensity of her first, she clenches so tightly around him that it's an effort for him to keep thrusting through it. Her head tucks into his neck and shoulder, riding the waves of pleasure that shake her body. Her hips would buck against him if it weren't for his grip.
His hips get a little jerky, spastic, and then she hears "Ahhh, I'm …fuck…I'm gonna," just seconds before he pulls out, fists his cock, and erupts on his stomach and chest. His knuckles knock against her too sensitive clit, forcing her to lift her hips slightly.
She's noticed that he does this - pulls out - when they aren't using a condom. It's only happened a couple of times in the few weeks that they have been having sex. She thinks it's a bit silly because he knows she's on the pill. But on second thought, maybe it's sweet that he doesn't finish inside her. It does save her from the awkward waddle to the bathroom and cool drip onto her thighs. But, it would feel so good, she thinks, to feel him in me. Next time I'll let him know he can, she decides.
She's completely exhausted now and drops down on him when he moves his hands, ignoring for a moment the mess he's made that's now all over her chest and stomach. Their bellies fight for space that they struggle to catch their breath.
"Congratulations" he mumbles against her temple.
"Huh?"
"The election," he exhales, "that's what we are celebrating, right? The victory champagne we didn't drink…" he trails off.
"Oh yea, thanks." She'd forgotten all about the election, she'd damn near forgotten her own name because of him. "I couldn't believe we did it." She pulled her head back to look at him.
"I had faith in you." He says as he brushes her hair back behind her ears. "I believe you can do anything."
"Aw, there he is."
"Who?"
"My sweet, post-loving, pillow talking Luke."
"Ah geeze," he groans, now in displeasure and starts to get up.
"No, no, Luke, I'm sorry, stay here." She doesn't want her teasing to ruin the moment.
"You are fine," he kisses her cheek as he gets out of bed, "I just want to get a towel."
"Oh," She rolls off him onto her back and smiles as she watches his backside walk away. The air cools and tickles the mess he's left on her skin, so she calls out "hurry," but smiles as she sees him return.
"You're pretty." She croons at him as he runs a warm, damp towel over his abdomen, and then a second one over her belly.
"I am not pretty." He takes the towels and drops them into his hamper. Snags the blue flannel that Lorelai is partial to and a clean pair of boxers before returning to her.
"Yes, you are," she whispers defiantly, "sooooo pretty."
He climbs back into the bed, kissing her sweetly, "no, I'm not," he checks the clock to see its past midnight, rolls back over to her "now hush, I have early deliveries."
"G'night Luke."
"Night," he mumbles, and it's not even a minute later when she hears his snores fill the room.
