jeans, shirt and shoes scenario is to you, the fact is, Luke, these shoes deserve more than that. I was thinking more along the lines of a beautiful gown, red carpet, meeting the queen…”
“No, no,” Luke says shaking his head, “the shoes are indeed beautiful—although they pale into insignificance in contrast to your beauty, Angel—but I definitely think the simplicity of the jeans and shirt is the way to go.”
“Okay, my fashion guru,” I laugh, “jeans and shirt it is, although not this morning, as I really do need to get ready for work. I’m off for a shower and I would ask you to join me, but that would definitely make me late.”
“I don’t care if I don’t have an invite,” Luke states. “I’m coming in the shower with you, and I mean in more ways than one.”
“But, but—” I stammer.
“No
buts
,” he commands, “it’s the least you can do for me, seeing as though I’ve bought you the
second
most beautiful thing on the planet.” He continues, smirking, “I’ve done that for you, so in return, I want my
most
beautiful thing on the planet—which just so happens to be you, Angel—so off we go.” I know to argue would be useless; plus, a big part of me doesn’t even want to, especially as the thought of Luke and me and a cascade of water enters my mind.
The butterflies start in my stomach and it’s not nerves, it’s anticipation of what’s to come…and because he’s so damn hot.
Boy, these butterflies are fierce in the depths of my belly
, I think as Luke stepsinto the shower, holding my hand and pulling me in gently behind him. I slide the door closed behind us and when I turn back to him, our light-hearted banter is forgotten. As he eyes me up and down with pure, wanton lust, a slight smile tugs at the corner of his mouth; we both step forward under the spray of water and our lips meet in a forceful, I’ve-missed-you-for-two-days, I-love-you-and-need-you-right-now kind of way. Before I know it, his hands are on the back of my head and in my hair, clasping it like his life depends on it. My hands move across his tight abdominals, up his chest to his shoulders while our tongues find each other, testing and teasing like it’s the first time they’ve met. As Luke’s hands slide down my neck to my shoulders, and then slowly down my back, he gently bites my bottom lip, slowing things down for just a second before claiming me again with passionate kisses.
He leaves my mouth; kissing, nipping and using small licks down my jaw, to my neck and then beyond to my chest. I throw my head back while grabbing at his silky, damp hair. He kisses, licks and nips at my breasts slowly. “Oh, God,” I moan. I’m panting and already thinking I don’t know how much more of this I can take when Luke sucks one of my nipples into his mouth and slowly and lightly teases it. Just as I feel I’m about to lose control, he thankfully lets it pop out of his mouth. No sooner than he does though, he’s got the other nipple between his teeth and then in his mouth. I gasp in delight as I enjoy the sensations running from my breast, down to my core.
I am briefly disappointed when his mouth leaves me, but groan, “Oh, dear Lord,” as his kisses begin to get lower. Down my belly he goes, and oh, do I know where this is going and where—in Luke’s mind—his final destination is going to be. The butterflies from my belly are now flying due-south of there, and have turned into flutters of desire. He hovers over my mound, which thankfully has a Brazilian to die for—something else Katy talked me into, and at this moment in time, I’m so thankful she did.
I lean back against the cold marble of the shower wall for support as his kisses, licks and finally, his mouth arrives…exactlywhere I’ve been willing it to go. I feel like he’s only just started his sweet torture, but I really don’t think I can take much more. “Oh, Luke,” I moan, and with this encouragement, he pulls my bottom in toward
“No, no,” Luke says shaking his head, “the shoes are indeed beautiful—although they pale into insignificance in contrast to your beauty, Angel—but I definitely think the simplicity of the jeans and shirt is the way to go.”
“Okay, my fashion guru,” I laugh, “jeans and shirt it is, although not this morning, as I really do need to get ready for work. I’m off for a shower and I would ask you to join me, but that would definitely make me late.”
“I don’t care if I don’t have an invite,” Luke states. “I’m coming in the shower with you, and I mean in more ways than one.”
“But, but—” I stammer.
“No
buts
,” he commands, “it’s the least you can do for me, seeing as though I’ve bought you the
second
most beautiful thing on the planet.” He continues, smirking, “I’ve done that for you, so in return, I want my
most
beautiful thing on the planet—which just so happens to be you, Angel—so off we go.” I know to argue would be useless; plus, a big part of me doesn’t even want to, especially as the thought of Luke and me and a cascade of water enters my mind.
The butterflies start in my stomach and it’s not nerves, it’s anticipation of what’s to come…and because he’s so damn hot.
Boy, these butterflies are fierce in the depths of my belly
, I think as Luke stepsinto the shower, holding my hand and pulling me in gently behind him. I slide the door closed behind us and when I turn back to him, our light-hearted banter is forgotten. As he eyes me up and down with pure, wanton lust, a slight smile tugs at the corner of his mouth; we both step forward under the spray of water and our lips meet in a forceful, I’ve-missed-you-for-two-days, I-love-you-and-need-you-right-now kind of way. Before I know it, his hands are on the back of my head and in my hair, clasping it like his life depends on it. My hands move across his tight abdominals, up his chest to his shoulders while our tongues find each other, testing and teasing like it’s the first time they’ve met. As Luke’s hands slide down my neck to my shoulders, and then slowly down my back, he gently bites my bottom lip, slowing things down for just a second before claiming me again with passionate kisses.
He leaves my mouth; kissing, nipping and using small licks down my jaw, to my neck and then beyond to my chest. I throw my head back while grabbing at his silky, damp hair. He kisses, licks and nips at my breasts slowly. “Oh, God,” I moan. I’m panting and already thinking I don’t know how much more of this I can take when Luke sucks one of my nipples into his mouth and slowly and lightly teases it. Just as I feel I’m about to lose control, he thankfully lets it pop out of his mouth. No sooner than he does though, he’s got the other nipple between his teeth and then in his mouth. I gasp in delight as I enjoy the sensations running from my breast, down to my core.
I am briefly disappointed when his mouth leaves me, but groan, “Oh, dear Lord,” as his kisses begin to get lower. Down my belly he goes, and oh, do I know where this is going and where—in Luke’s mind—his final destination is going to be. The butterflies from my belly are now flying due-south of there, and have turned into flutters of desire. He hovers over my mound, which thankfully has a Brazilian to die for—something else Katy talked me into, and at this moment in time, I’m so thankful she did.
I lean back against the cold marble of the shower wall for support as his kisses, licks and finally, his mouth arrives…exactlywhere I’ve been willing it to go. I feel like he’s only just started his sweet torture, but I really don’t think I can take much more. “Oh, Luke,” I moan, and with this encouragement, he pulls my bottom in toward
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