She slipped her hand down to close her fingers over his thick shaft, feeling the drop of fluid at the slit, rubbing it over the velvety flesh with her thumb.
“Your cunt is just as hot and tight and sweet as I remembered.” His voice was rough with desire, his breath a heated breeze against her ear. “God, Julia. The minute I saw you again I wanted to lay you down and fuck you until neither of us could breathe.”
The erotic words were like flames licking at her, driving her arousal higher and higher. When he moved his mouth to hers again, she nipped at his bottom lip and was rewarded by the flexing of his cock in her grip. More fluid seeped from the slit, and again she rubbed it over the smooth head. Luke groaned and moved his fingers faster in and out of her, his thumb busy at her clit.
“I’m sorry,” he groaned. “I wanted to take longer. Make it last. The next one will be better, but right now I have to be inside you.”
“Yes,” she gasped. “Please.”
When Luke rose over her, positioning himself at the entrance to her body, she opened her legs to embrace him. Slowly, she felt his shaft, like a thick rod, easing into her. Then he was seated to the hilt and they were joined. He filled her, stretched her, rubbing at every tiny nerve in the walls of her cunt. His hands slid beneath her ass and lifted her to him. They began moving together in a rhythm that the years hadn’t washed away. Luke pulled her tighter to him, sweat beading his forehead, fighting to control himself as long as possible.
She met him stroke for stroke, lifting her hips, urging him deeper. She wrapped her legs around him to hold him in place, digging her heels into the small of his back and raking her nails over his skin.
“Open your eyes,” he commanded. “Look at me.”
When she did, what she saw in his nearly undid her. Lust. Fire. Passion. And love. The sheer emotion drove her up and up, carrying her to a plane of sensation that threatened to consume her. Deep inside her, that coil of desire unwound like a spring held too tight for too long. Julia felt Luke’s muscles tighten, felt the tension growing, saw the muscles cord in his neck.
Then they were there, both of them, cresting at the peak. Luke drove into her hard, hammering her, and she flew, fracturing into tiny crystalline pieces. Rockets exploded around her, her pussy convulsing over and over. Inside her Luke came in powerful bursts as if he’d been saving it for so long. Her vaginal muscles gripped his cock, squeezed it, and milked it as she exploded around him. Their bodies slammed into each other, shaking with the force of their passion.
In the aftermath, they lay twined together, trying to drag air into their lungs. Luke remained inside her, connected to her, and she could feel his heart hammering against her ribs in cadence with her own. It was a long time before either of them spoke. He finally eased slowly from her body and padded to the bathroom. When he returned, he carried a warm washcloth that he used to clean her gently, bending now and then to place an open-mouthed kiss on her now ultra-sensitive clit. Finished, he tossed the washcloth on the carpet and climbed back into bed beside her. Sliding his arm beneath her, he cradled her against his body.
“I guess that answers the question of whether the spark is still there.” His voice was tinged with amusement.
“No kidding.” She smiled, drained and energized at the same time. “If it sparked any more, I think I’d be dead.”
Luke raised himself on one elbow and leaned over her, placing the palm of his hand against her cheek and searching her eyes. “Here’s a question that still needs answering, though,” he said. “Where do we go from here?”
Chapter 17
Julia closed her eyes. “That is definitely the question of the night.”
“More for you than me,” Luke told her. “I know what I want and there’s nothing holding me back. But I know you have obligations you need to consider.” He rolled to the side and off the bed. “Don’t say a word yet. I’ll be right back.”
He returned carrying a bottle of cognac and two brandy snifters. “Remy Martin. The night calls for something special.” He poured a drink for each of them, handed her a glass, and raised his own in a toast. “To you, my wonderful, special Julia. And to our future?”
It was a question more than a statement, and Julia wasn’t sure at the moment how she wanted to answer it. She’d never expected Luke to walk back into her life again. So much had happened since the last time they were together, her life turned upside down. Now, unexpectedly, here he was in the flesh. More than anything, she wanted to shut out the rest of the world and cocoon herself with him, but that wasn’t possible. If they were to go forward, she needed to find a way to introduce him into her life. To her children. And most of all, to Courtney.
Hello, children. Meet the love of my life. I had an affair with him fourteen years ago and oh, Courtney, by the way, he’s your father. Only he just found out about it.
She didn’t even know if he’d want the responsibility of raising another child. His sons were grown, his responsibilities minimal, his life belonging only to him. A rebellious teenager wasn’t exactly an “I
