Pretty Little Dreams (16 page)

The way Luke makes sure to put a towel around my shoulders so I don’t get chilled, is love.
He takes the plastic off my cast without me even asking him to help, that’s love. When he’s completed that task, he grabs my brush and runs it through my hair – love. I recall his whispered words to me when I woke up screaming and he held me, what he just said to me in the shower, the roses he brings me, the smiles he gives me, the way he touches me, all with love.

“Luke,” I whisper.

He pauses in his efforts to untangle my conditioner-less hair, “Hmm?”

“Make love to me.”

He places the brush back on the counter and bends at the knees until he’s eye level with me, “Angel, I don’t think that’s a good – “

“Luke, I need to feel your hands on me.
I need to feel how much you love me and know that you want me. I need it. Please.”

Without a word, he puts an arm at my back and one under my legs, lifts me and brings me to my bed.

16.

SEX NOW, TALK LATER

Luke

I
look down
at the woman I love as I carry her to bed and see in her eyes the sincerity of her request. I also see love, and need, but behind that - trying but failing to hide-is fear. Remnants of fear left over from her nightmare are still reflected in her eyes. Perhaps I should insist on merely holding her or encouraging her to talk about her nightmare and what happened, but I can’t. I can’t turn down her request, even though part of me wonders if I should and perhaps, even wants to. I certainly don’t know what she dreamed, but it’s obvious, given her response, what it entailed. Will this set her back even more? Is making love to her wise after she had a dream like that? On the other hand, I would be crazy to turn her down, she needs me. And hell, I always need her. I’m like a walking hard-on with her, but it’s more than that. I truly want to be here for her, to meet her needs, more than just physically- I want to fulfill her emotional, intellectual, and mental needs as well. In truth, I would pretty much give her anything she asks of me, any time, any day. But especially right now.

I place her on the bed like a fine china doll and standing beside her, unwrap her body from the towel that was hiding her from me.
When it is revealed to me in all its glory, I run my eyes greedily from the top of her head, to her toes, taking it all in. She’s astonishing, and all mine. I want to pinch myself. Instead, I reach out with my fingers and trace the lines of her face. I’ve thought it all before so many times, but I run through it again, like rediscovering something you thought was lost. I love the crinkles at the corner of her eyes when she smiles. I love the way her nose scrunches when she’s thinking or when something grosses her out. Her full lips are a provocative invitation all on their own. I love how her mouth curves at the corners when she’s amused at others or herself, and when she smiles. I lean down to place a soft kiss on her forehead and then follow with kisses to her nose, cheeks and then her lips.

I lower myself onto the bed, balancing myself on either side of her with my elbows and start to kiss her, wanting to take my time and be gentle with her.
I want her to feel my love in every look, every touch, and every kiss. She clutches me to her and kisses me hard, as tears leak from the corners of her eyes. The way she’s holding on to me, the firmness of her mouth, the noises of need she’s making, I can sense her desperation, as well as see it. She’s feeling wild and out of control.

I pull away from her and shush her, pushing the hair off her face and wiping her tears with my thumbs.
“I’m here, angel. I’m here, you’re safe. It’s okay. Let me love you.”

Her grip on me releases just a bit and she takes a deep breath.
She doesn’t respond to my reassurances, but her actions convey that she heard me. I lean back in, take her lips once more and kiss her. I move my mouth slowly, savoring the taste of her, keeping my passion at bay. I give her just enough in the way my kisses are soft, but purposeful, making sure my actions convey that my desire and lust and need for her rivals her thoughts for me. It’s true. I need her as much as she needs me, If not more.

I regretfully leave her lips, but move on to other parts of her that I love.
I leave trails of kisses down her neck, loving the moans she releases in response. She leans her head to the side, giving me better access, and I smile against her neck. I move up to her ear and nibble on her lobe, knowing how much she loves it. I kiss across her collar bone and bite down just enough for her to feel it and suck in air, but not enough to hurt her. She groans her pleasure, and I start kissing my way down her chest, keeping my hands at her side for now – just using my mouth.

I kiss my way up the side of her breast and then suck her nipple into my mouth.
I release it from my mouth and then swirl my tongue around it, which makes her clutch my hair in her hand and press my head into her, silently asking for more. I bite gently and hear her hiss out a breath in response, and then move to the next, repeating the action. She’s squirming under me already and it’s going to take everything I have not to plunge into her and ride my raging hormones to completion.

I release her other nipple after one more swirl of my tongue, then kiss down her stomach, “Oh, Luke, that feels so good.”
I smirk to myself, then lick, bite and suck my way downward, at the same time I reach up with one hand to fondle her breasts. She’s not a big talker during sex, so what she does say, I know she means. Plus, she speaks more with actions, not words. Her one good hand is still clutched in my hair, and the other one is alternating between gripping and clawing at the sheet.

I know she wants me to go right to her sweet spot but instead, I take my time kissing down one of her legs.
I bend her knee and lick under it and work my way down her calf, then kiss her ankle, the sole of her foot, and each one of her toes. She smiles at me, and I return it, while placing her leg back on the bed and moving to the next one, but this time I start at her toes and make my way to the juncture of her thighs. I gently move her casted and very pink sparkling leg to the side, opening her legs further. I still can’t resist telling her to, “Open up for me, angel,” and then smiling in anticipation when she does.

I wrap one of my arms around her lower back, using my forearm to tip up her pelvis just a bit.
I stare at the wetness before me and lick my lips with anticipation, and then with my other hand, I open her folds and don’t waste any more time. I plunge my tongue inside of her, and when she says, “Oh god, yes,” it makes me feel like I’m fucking king of the world.

I slide my tongue up and down and twirl it around her clit over and over.
She’s writhing uncontrollably underneath me, making me tighten my arm at her back. The unintelligible noises she’s making, gets me even harder, which should be impossible. I’m so hard I can feel my heart pounding in my dick. I insert two fingers into her, curving them inside, searching for her sweet spot; wanting her to lose control. I can tell she’s getting close, so I quit with teasing her clit with my tongue and instead, take it into my mouth and suck on it.

“OH FUCK!”
She yells, and it spurns me on, making me suck harder. I fucking love it.

It takes her all of point ten seconds to fall over the cliff she was balancing on and I continue to suck on her, helping her ride it out.

She’s gasping for air and her whole body is shaking with her release.
She breaks out into goose bumps with her orgasm, and I smile knowing that means it was a good one for her. Hell yes, I’m good, I want to fist pump or do a victory dance.

I look up at her and she meets my eyes as a smile curves her mouth.
Her eyes are heavy with relaxation and I know she’s feeling spent. “We aren’t done yet, angel.”

I prove it by kissing back up her body, tongue swirling around her belly button, kissing up the center of her breasts and then I reach her face, and smile down at her.
“That was amazing,” she whispers while trailing her fingers up and down my back.

“I’m glad.
I will try to refrain from bragging,” I smirk at her, knowing full well I have a cocky look on my face. She laughs, the sound husky and sexy, making my chest flutter in a feeling I can’t quite identify.

“I want to get on top,” she tells me.

Hell yes.
But wait, I push aside the horny teenager and try to be a caring boyfriend, “Are you sure? Would that be comfortable with your cast?”

She smiles sexily at me, “We can make it work.”

I’m sure as hell not going to argue, I asked, she answered. Done. I flip over and lay on my back, then reach over and help her straddle my hips. Her knees are bent on either side of my hips, and her cast is running down the side of my leg. It can’t be super comfortable, but she isn’t complaining.

“God you’re beautiful,” and she really is.
Her hair is all messy and it looks sexy all tousled about her shoulders. Her eyes are bright with lust and her lips are swollen from my kisses. She rises up on her knees, reaches down and grabs my cock. She rubs it over her clit and throws her head back at the feeling. “It’s so sensitive,” she murmurs. It takes everything I have not to lose it just at the sight of her, but I control it because the best is yet to come.

She leans back over me, tips of her breasts touching my chest, and kisses me.
She plunges her tongue into my mouth and kisses me hard. When she pulls away, we’re both gasping for air. She takes a minute and out of nowhere, caresses the tattoo on my upper arm with love in her eyes, and a smile on her lips. Then, in one move, she lifts up and slams herself down on my cock. I come up off the bed with the feeling.

“Shit!” I wasn’t expecting that.

“Feel good?” She smiles evilly and then lifts up and slams herself down again.

I can’t even form a word, but it isn’t needed.
She balances herself with one hand against my chest and moves against me over and over. Her wetness is pouring out of her and onto me and she’s sliding in and out, in and out with no effort at all. Her head is thrown back again, my hands are clenched at her hips and her full breasts are bouncing up and down with her movements. I can’t resist and sit up to take one into my mouth, sucking it hard.

“Yes, yes, yes, yes,” she pants with each slam into me.

I’m not going to be able to hold it much longer. I’d like to think I have good self-control, but hell, this is just too much. “Angel, I’m going to come.”

I lie back on my back and look up at her.
I want my eyes on her when I let go, but first, I want to help her reach climax once more. She’s bouncing and working me over so fucking good. I reach my hand between her legs and rub her clit. “Oh god, yes. Just like that. Don’t stop.” So I don’t. I keep rubbing her until I feel her shatter over the top of me and then finally with a grunt, I let go and release all I have into her. I come and come and it feels like I’m never going to get out every last drop.

She collapses onto my sweat covered chest and we try to catch our breath.
I run my hands up and down her back over and over again, my fingers leaving trails in her sweaty skin.

She whispers so softly I almost don’t hear her, “I love you, Luke. So much.”

“I love you too.”

Words I promise myself I will never take for granted.
I still remember when I never thought I would hear them from her mouth again. I still remember the pain when she left and the absolute defeat I felt when I couldn’t find her, and thought I would never see her again. I choose to never forget that time because the memories of pain, even if they are just distant echoes now, help me to appreciate the new memories we are making, that much more. Every minute, every second, with her, matters.

“Thank you,” she says.

“Why are you thanking me?”

“For taking care of me tonight,” she lifts up her face and gives me a brief kiss on my lips.

“I will take care of you forever,” I promise, and she smiles at me and gives me another kiss.
She has no idea how much those aren’t just words, they’re a promise.

“I’m going to go into the bathroom to clean up.”

“Okay.” Then without another word, I lift her up and carry her inside the bathroom.

“Luke!
I can do it!”

I smile at her, “I know you can.”

I get her a washcloth and we remove the traces of our lovemaking. We wash our faces and grin at each other as we brush our teeth too. She starts to run a brush through her hair, but I take it from her fingers and finish the job while she closes her eyes, enjoying my help. This… this right here is my happy place. I want this forever.

I bring her back to bed and get her settled, then climb in beside her, pulling her to my chest.
I revel in the silence, reliving the last hour, while I run my fingers through her hair. I will never get enough of this woman in my arms. She completes me in a way I never thought possible. She makes me want things I didn’t think were in my future and she touches a place inside of me I kept off limits for so long. Now that she’s been there, it’s like she’s left her stamp on my heart, my life, and I never want to let her go. The feeling is my high, she’s my drug.

Remembering her nightmare tonight breaks my heart.
I would give anything to find Deacon and rip his heart out for what he did. Being able to do so would bring both of us peace of mind. While he’s out there, she isn’t completely safe. The thought of losing her again… of anything happening to her again… I can’t even… I can’t even allow myself to go there. It’s too horrifying.

I know her answer before I ask, but push ahead anyway.
“Do you want to talk about it?”

“Well, okay, you were absolutely amazing, it was just what I
needed-”

“No, that’s not what I- wait- I was amazing?”

Yeah, I can feel my ego inflating at her words. Hell yes I’m amazing.

She laughs at me, “Definitely amazing.”

I grin, then shake my head in order to get myself back on track.

“I’m glad it was amazing, it was for me too, but I meant, do you want to talk about your nightmare from earlier?”

“Oh.” She’s quiet for a few beats, “No, it was just… it was from-” she sighs. “Honestly, no, I don’t really want to talk about it.”