Be Mine (11 page)

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uke had his eyes closed as he savoured Gracie's taste on his tongue. He loved her taste. He had a raging hard on and it shouted for him to sink into her sweet depths, but he refused to listen despite the discomfort. He didn't want to scare her. If there was to be any sex, it would have to come from her. She would need to give him permission.

Tonight was going to be all about her.

He felt Gracie's hand caress his chest before popping the button of his jeans and sliding the zipper slowly. He raised his head. Gracie's head was still on his chest. He watched as her fingers continued to pull on his zipper. Lust surged up his already granite hard cock. His balls tightened when he felt her fingers lightly stroke his shaft against his boxers. Gracie looked up at him even while she continued to touch him. She raised her mouth against his throat and licked. Luke groaned when her mouth moved up to suck on his neck. Then her hand moved inside to enclose his girth before moving up and down. His cock twitched in approval. He turned his face to claim her mouth, thoroughly enjoying what her hand was doing to his arousal. He bucked his hips against her fingers and groaned when he felt a fingertip spread pre-cum over his cock head. She stood up, the leather softly rustling around them as she stood, before she knelt in front of him, hooking her thumbs over the waistband of his jeans and sliding them down together with his underwear.

"Shit, Gracie. What are you doing?"

Gracie gave him the most seductive chuckle he had ever heard. She didn't reply. Instead, she kissed his stomach and licked the skin around his arousal. The brush of her silken hair against his thighs, his balls, and his cock sent a scorching fever through his system. He gave a soft growl, closing his eyes as her hand enclosed around him. Luke bucked his hips when she held his cock up to lick and suck gently on his balls.

Luke hissed as Gracie licked the length of his shaft, circling her tongue around his cock head, flicking the sensitive underside, skimming her lips against the thick pulsing vein before taking him all in. His head fell back on the couch's backrest as he yielded to Gracie's mouth. His heart raced as her mouth took him in, her sweet cavern caressing his rod. He swallowed but his throat was dry. He looked down and took Gracie's hair to twist it in his hands. He watched as her head bobbed up and down his gratified cock, her cheek hollowing with her need. He hissed when she moaned, the sound vibrating off his genitals.

"Oh fuck!" He was so turned on by the sounds of her mouth against him that the pain building inside him became exquisite.

His butt tightened and his thighs strained when she took his entire length inside her mouth until he could feel the back of her throat. As her mouth retreated, she looked up. Eyes on him, she gave him another deep throat. Damn, she had no gag reflex! Luke groaned as his pleasure grew, radiating all the way up his spine, into his brain. Gracie's hand gripped him and pumped in concert with her mouth. She licked and sucked, teased and strummed, hummed and nipped. She took him out of her mouth and ran her tongue down before alternately kissing and licking his balls then holding him straight up to run her lips against the thick vein that ran from the base to the tip. Sliding, sucking, allowing her teeth to gently graze against him. She had an absolutely wicked tongue. He bucked when he felt her tongue's tip lick inside the cock slit before her mouth bobbed around him at a faster pace. She mewled sounds of enjoyment as she pleasured him. Again and again, she sucked. Then Luke held her head steady as his hips bucked, fucking her mouth. He could feel his balls prepare to fire.

"Gracie! I'm close!"

He tried to take his cock out of her mouth, but she didn't budge. She took over. She held him around the base while she sucked, her cheeks depressed, encouraging him to give her what she wanted, while her hand milked him. Luke bucked. One, two thrusts.

"Oh fuck!"

His seed spurted into her mouth. Light and sound exploded inside his head. His orgasm spread throughout his body, consuming him. Intense pleasure made him giddy. Another load spurted forth from him at the sight of Gracie drinking everything. She hummed, and he growled softly at the ecstasy that inundated him. Every nerve of his being was at her mercy, at her beck and call. He didn't care. If Gracie asked him for the moon, he would have called in some favours to take her there.

Her mouth let go of him, licking and slurping without let-up until he shuddered, sinking back into the couch, spent.

From beneath lowered lids, he looked at her. Her mouth was lightly swollen and glistening in the dim light of the living room. He could see that giving him pleasure satisfied her by the way she was looking at him. Good thing he was sitting down. He doubted if he could stand up after what Gracie did to him.

"I like the way you taste," she said softly, her eyes lighting up. "Tangy and salty. I like salty."

"Oh, babe," he groaned, feeling his dick stir. Bloody hell. So soon?

Gracie stood and smiled, shucking off her jeans.

"Gracie, are you sure?"

He saw her blanch, and he sat up. Shit, she was retreating. He could see it in her eyes, at the way she stiffened as though there was now some invisible barrier between them. He watched her cheeks flush. His heart squeezed inside his chest. Oh God, no. Don't let that colour be shame.

She swallowed before she spoke. "After what we did you ask me that?" Her breath was ragged. "Are you?"

Immediately, Luke stood up. He held her shoulders firmly even as she had her eyes lowered.

"Gracie, look at me," he said. Luke tilted her chin with his fingers. "Please look at me."

She looked up, and he felt himself drowning in those brown eyes. He embraced her, the compunction to protect her strong in his gut. If he could bring her husband back to life only to put him back six feet under the ground, he would. That thought should have made him run away to the Pennines and stay there.

He didn't feel the need to do so with Gracie.

"You know this is what I've always wanted," he whispered against her hair. "No regrets, Gracie. I just want to make sure that you want this too. I will never hurt you." He inched away to look at her face, feel the softness of her skin, be touched by the trust that lurked in her eyes.

"Yes, I want this too," was all she said, her voice husky.

Luke smiled, an unusual kind of joy melting him. He gently made her step back and undressed in front of her. His cock was semi-hard after her blowjob but as soon as the tip touched her hip, it began to slowly stand at attention.

Seeing Luke at her mercy gave Gracie a heady feeling. Giving him pleasure satisfied her as much as it satisfied him. It humbled her to see that there was someone who wanted her, who sought out her pleasure before his own. The sensation of his fingers going in and out of her channel brought delightful shivers up and down her spine and brought sweet sensations down to her pelvis. She gazed at the man who wanted her, who sought to fulfil her need. He had coaxed her out of her shell. He had made her scream as her orgasm hit her. She drank in his good looks. The angular planes of his face, his wide forehead, his aquiline nose, his wide and firm mouth. She would take whatever he offered and enjoy it. She would take her pleasure now, to allow herself unadulterated bliss. She wasn't going to delude herself to thinking this was going to last, but she would take what she could get. It would keep her warm during the empty nights ahead.

Gracie's mouth curved gently before she shucked off her jeans. Goosebumps skittered over her skin, whether it was from the cold or the heat of Luke's gaze, she didn't know and didn't care. Luke was here with her, promising her a time of pleasure that would surpass everything.

The kiss Luke gave her was so sweet it took her breath away. He enclosed her in his embrace, his hand cradling her nape even as he massaged her scalp underneath her hair. She felt safe in his arms. Her own hands skimmed his body, her palms on his heated flesh, tickled by the light dusting of hair on his arms and chest before entwining her arms around his neck to bring him closer. A kiss of sweet surrender, and she broke it to lie down on the couch. Straightaway, Luke covered her body with his, his mouth continuing where he had left off, learning each and every space before grazing his teeth along her jaw line and down the column of her throat. Gracie moaned and arched her back when his mouth found her breast and suckled on her nipple. Bolts of unadulterated bliss shot from her sensitive nubs down to her clit, making it throb with need once more. Her hands held his head against her chest before running down his taut back. She moaned when he took the other nipple into his mouth and used his fingers to tweak the one he had left. She gasped as she felt his tongue swirl around her nubs. He rose up and kissed her again, their tongues playing, their lips locked in their own mating embrace. Her hips bucked underneath his as she felt Luke's erection nudge her hip. Thick, long, and hot. She ached for him to be inside her so much that it was becoming uncomfortable. She spread her legs wider. Easing up on the couch, she raised her knee until Luke's shaft settled at her entrance.

Luke raised his head to look at her, his face tight with the effort of not plunging into her. He groaned when she rubbed her slick opening against his cock head.

"Please, Luke." She could help the desperation in her voice.

Luke didn't need to be told twice. With slow deliberation, he prodded. The sensation of his cock against her slit made her channel weep with anticipation, her nether lips slightly quivering. Slowly, he entered her, their gazes locking, breaths suspended as flesh learned from flesh, heat firing yet easing the ache, the yearning of satiating the hunger inside them. Inch by delicious inch, Gracie stretched, accommodating him. She gasped as a quiver of pleasure lit up inside her. Luke halted and started to withdraw.

"Don't stop." Her voice was breathy. "God, Luke, don't stop." She lifted her legs. "Deeper."

Then he entered her, burying himself to the hilt. Gracie closed her eyes as his length and girth filled her. The slight pain caused by his entry through her tight walls soon gave way to the feeling of fullness where carnal heat rippled from her core through her body. A sigh of pleasure escaped from her lips when he moved. Her slickness coated him completely, her hips undulated, following Luke's beat. Every coaxing brought an erotic thrumming inside her that oscillated outward to bathe her entire being.

Her entire soul.

The ache caused by her longing gradually disappeared, replaced by a coil of ecstasy that tightened in the centre of her womb. It suffused her body with undiluted pleasure, electrifying every part of her channel, her breasts, and her heart. Her pulse seemed to follow Luke's thrusts, keeping a pace with it. Her breath hitched when she opened her eyes. Luke's eyes were almost midnight blue with his lust. Then with a gentleness she hadn't expected, he tucked a strand of hair behind her ear, placing a kiss on her forehead even as his cock slammed in and out of her, increasing her rapture. He kissed her mouth, and Gracie moaned as their lips and tongues played.

"Feels good?"

"Yes," she cried when she felt his cock head deep inside her. Her palms rubbed against his nipples before she leaned forward to take them alternately into her mouth. Luke grunted and groaned when her tongue flicked against his own hard nubs.

Luke tilted her face to kiss her jaw line, dipping to nip at the pulse at the base of her throat when she dipped her head back. His tongue trailed up to suck on the sensitive spot behind her ear. Gracie's lips parted in ecstasy.

"All about you. This will be all about you," he whispered before hooking her legs over his arms that opened her wider. He thrust hard and deep into her. It was so deep that Gracie couldn't stop the cry from her mouth.

"Yes!"

Luke did it again. Harder, deeper, and faster. His hips jutted against her upturned thighs with force. He pistoned in and out of her, every thrust pushing her towards the cliff she thought she'd never see again. She clung to him, anchoring herself to the safe harbour she was coming to know. His groans joined her whimpers, their heavy breaths fuelling the erotic air in the room. Gracie was tossed in a vortex of lust. Luke's every thrust elicited more cream to flow out from her, the slick sound of sex a melody of their joining. She moaned, urging him on. She was so near. Luke continued to plunge in and out of her.

"More! Yes!" she cried out before her orgasm hit her. Her vaginal muscles contracted around Luke, milking him. She screamed and a second later Luke joined her. His harsh growl stuttered in his throat as Gracie felt the warmth of his seed inside her. Bathing her. Filling her.

Her heart beat hard, her breathing laboured, but Gracie had never felt such bliss. She felt replete. She felt wanted. The thought brought a tear down the side of her face.

Gracie could feel Luke's heartbeat against her chest as his head rested on the crook of her neck. It was hard and strong, slowing down as he tried to catch his breath. The fact that he was still inside her made her warm all over. She didn't want to read too much into the intimacy, but she couldn't help but think he didn't want to leave.

After a while, Luke kissed her neck, making her sigh as her hands travelled up and down his back. The sweat generated by their coupling slowly evaporated into the cool air. Luke raised his head a little, his face puzzled. The tenderness in his gaze brought a wealth of tears that spilled down her temples.