My pussy was flooded with hot cum.
“That was amazing,” I gasped, as he withdrew his cock from my body.
He rolled off me to lay by my side with his hand resting on my ass. He caressed it slowly as our breaths returned to normal. “What are your plans for today?” he said.
I rolled onto my side and faced him. “Molly enjoyed the park. We might go back there this afternoon.”
A frown came over his gorgeous face. “I would join you, but I have a lot to do today. There’s a project that has stalled because of some delayed permissions.”
I didn’t mind that he wasn’t coming to the park with us. It was enough that he wanted to. The seed had already been sowed. Maybe the next time he would, but I’d learn that with Luke, it just progressed better if you took it slowly.
“What project is it?” I asked.
He proceeded to explain to me the current projects they were working on.
“Sounds fascinating,” I said to him. “Seeing an idea grow from the mind to paper and then to real life.”
“It is,” Luke said, his hand reaching out to play with my nipples.
“Did you always know you wanted to be an architect?”
“Not really. I went with my father once to a construction site. His friend was the architect. I was fascinated as I listened to their conversation and realized that he was the one who had conceptualized the whole thing. After that, I was hooked. I couldn’t get enough of construction sites.” His voice tinged with passion.
Admiration flowed through me. I couldn’t imagine how it felt like to earn a living doing what you loved.
“What about you? Did you always want to be in real estate?” Luke asked. He stopped playing with my nipples and looked at my face.
Usually, I answered such questions flippantly but now I found myself telling him the truth, “No, I did it to earn a living and it sort of grew on me.”
“What did you really want to do?” he pressed.
“I wanted to be a fashion designer,” I admitted.
He nodded. “I’ve noticed that you’re really good at drawing. I saw the pictures you drew for Molly. Why didn’t you pursue it?”
“Fashion Design degrees require money,” I answered simply.
He nodded but didn’t pursue the topic further. His hand went to my nipple and he played with it again.
My body tingled in response. I played my own game. I would stay as still as possible.
“What are you thinking?” Luke said. “You’ve made a funny face.”
“I’m trying not to react to your touch,” I explained with a laugh.
“I like a challenge.” Luke grinned and took a nipple in his mouth as his hand dipped to my pussy and he ran his fingers over my folds.
Before long, I was twitching.
“You need to try harder,” Luke whispered.
“I’m trying,” I moaned.
Luke chuckled.
“Okay, I give up. Touch my pussy,” I ordered, throwing my legs open wider. I needed his hands on me, challenge be damned.
His fingers parted my folds and he worked one finger into my pussy.
I writhed. “Oh yes. Like that.”
A soft insistent noise penetrated into my brain. Luke heard it too and withdrew his fingers. It came again—a soft knock on the door. I froze. It could only be Molly. I stared at Luke questioningly.
He smiled at me in reassurance, got up and padded to the door. He opened it. “Hey sweetheart, are you awake already?”
She mumbled something I couldn’t quite make out.
“Give me a moment to get dressed and I’ll be along shortly,” he said.
I could hear the smile in his voice. I knew then, things were going to be all right for him and her.
Ella
We strolled through the park hand in hand. Molly hopped as we walked and looking at her, you’d think that she was like any other kid. She still didn’t speak or laugh much. Still, we had made progress. She wasn’t as solemn as she used to be.
And she smiled more often.
It’s odd how the human brain reacts to trauma. The doctors had told Luke that there was nothing physically wrong with Molly. She had withdrawn into her own world to escape the trauma of losing her mother whom she was very close to.
No one knew what went on in her lovely, little head. I couldn’t imagine the frustration and sadness her dad had gone through while trying to help her.
Molly slowed down. Her attention focused on an older girl playing on the grass with a puppy. A ghost of a smile covered her face.
I guided her to a bench near where the girl was. Her mother sat on the opposite bench and smiled at us.
Molly sat at the very edge, completely entranced by the dog.
“You can go and touch the puppy,” the woman said to Molly.
I shot her a grateful smile. “Go on, Molly.”
The girl who looked to be about ten years old looked up and smiled at Molly. “She won’t hurt you.”
Slowly, Molly got up and joined the girl on the grass. The white puppy jumped on her lap. Molly let out a loud laugh and I found myself laughing along. I wished Luke had been here with us to see it.
An idea came to me.
I fished out my cell phone, went to camera, and proceeded to record Molly as she played with the puppy. After a minute of recording, I hit share and sent it to Luke.
Seconds later, my phone beeped.
Unbelievable.
I sent him a smiling emoji in return. Seconds later, another message came in.
I have an idea. Let’s get Molly a puppy.
A smile split my face into two. Molly would love that. Yes please, I texted back.
I sat back and continued watching Molly, her new friend and the puppy.
It seemed like the puppy sensed that Molly needed a lot of love. She kept licking her face and hands. Molly loved it.
My phone beeped and I grinned. It felt nice to be texting with Luke. I felt like he
