“I can’t.” My voice was so soft even I had trouble hearing it.
“You will,” he replied in a voice nearly as soft as mine and it made me shiver.
He felt the shiver, his hand left my hair and his arms wrapped around me.
I waited for him to say more but he didn’t. Instead, he held me while I processed all he said, tied it in a bundle and buried it deep. He kept holding me until the tension ebbed out of me again.
And he kept holding me until I fell asleep.
* * * * *
As usual, sometime deep in the night, Luke pulled me over his body.
Not as usual, he stopped when I was on top of him.
His hands went over my bottom, down the backs of my thighs to my knees and then he pulled my legs up so I was straddling him. As his hand went between our bodies, my head came up.
“What’s going on?” I mumbled in a sleepy voice.
He didn’t answer. Instead he did an ab curl, sitting up, taking me with him at the same time he guided himself inside me.
“Oh my God,” I whispered at the shock and the thrill of it.
One of his arms hooked around my waist, the other one went into my hair and tilted my head down to his.
“I want you to feel it,” he told me, his voice husky.
The husky voice mixed with him filling me worked like a charm. I was instantly way turned on and I started to move. His arm went from around my waist, his hand slid down my arm, taking hold of my hand and pulling it between our bodies.
I kept moving, sliding up and down on top of him, my lips on his as he brought our hands between us and his fingers pressed mine to where we joined.
I had to admit, I liked the feel of us. We felt sexy and hot and wet and having my fingers touch our physical connection opened something inside me, something I really wanted to stay closed.
“Luke,” I breathed.
“Quiet, beautiful. Just move.”
I did as he asked and moved, slowly, rhythmically, all the while he held our hands between us, his other hand in my hair, tilting my head down, slanted so my mouth was on his. Every once in awhile, he’d kiss me, softly, touching his tongue to mine briefly and pulling away.
It didn’t take long before I felt it – what he was talking about, what he wanted me to feel.
It was our connection, not just our bodies but more. It was about history, it was about understanding, it was about the fact that we fit together and the fact that everything was just, simply exactly as it should be.
It was right.
When I felt it, it overwhelmed me, shot straight through that opened part of me right to the soft, vulnerable spot I kept guarded and even that felt right.
The tears came to my eyes spilling over silently, falling down my cheeks but I kept moving.
“There it is,” Luke whispered, his voice had gone from husky to hoarse.
“I can’t do this, Luke,” I whispered back.
“You can.”
I pulled my hand from his but only so I could wrap both my arms tight around his shoulders and I kept moving. “I can’t.”
“So you can’t. We’ll do it together. That’s the point, babe.”