He inserts a finger slowly while continuing to eat me out. I steady myself against the wall of the shower with one hand as I pull his hair with my other. I let out a deep moan as my voice shudders in a slight euphoria. He inserts another finger, moving them quickly and in sync with his tongue. I can't handle it anymore and start to moan uncontrollably while my thighs begin to shake. I reach climax and thrash my body as I cum in his mouth. Oh my God, this is intense!
Luke removes his fingers and grabs my ass. Pecks, my vagina, then stands up. Still high and numb from my orgasm, I try to catch my breath and regulate my breathing. He looks into my eyes and smiles a mischievous smile then reaches behind me and shuts off the shower. We haven't washed up yet, so I am not sure what is going on in his head. We're completely soaked. He kisses me and grabs underneath my ass, pulling me up onto his hips, then turns to step out of the shower. Soaking wet, he places me down on the sink counter and grabs me behind my head with both of his hands. He stabs his tongue into my mouth, assertively massaging my tongue. It's quite erotic.
I feel his huge cock growing between my legs. I reach my hand down, grabbing hold of it, and start making a figure-eight motion as I move up and down his thick shaft. He groans into my mouth then removes a hand from behind my head. He moves my hand from him, grabs hold of himself, and inserts his erect penis into me. I'm still a little sensitive from my orgasm in the shower that I feel like I could cum again at any moment. He feels bigger than when we were at the lake. It's a tad painful again, but I don't care; I'm way too aroused to care. He starts picking up speed sooner this time.
I let out a scream type moan within a moan, due to the position we are in, and I can feel more of him hitting my cervix than I did our first time. I start to shake, moaning profusely, then begin to convulse in the pain as his momentum grows deeper and faster. His arms begin to shake as I'm holding on to them, with my nails digging into his skin. He lets out a deep groan. I lose it and orgasm for the second time.
He does a few more thrusts, kisses me hard, then pulls out and ejaculates all over my stomach and part of his. This time I was taken to another world of intense sensual pleasure; I had never imagined I would ever in my life feel such severity. Luke takes the entire experience to a whole new level.
Chapter Forty-Three
I finish soaping up my body and rinsing the conditioner out of my hair before stepping out of the shower at Luke's house. We just had the most amazingly intimate moment in his bathroom, and he more than redeemed himself from earlier today at the lake. I step out into the steam-filled room and wipe the hazy condensation from the mirror. I look at myself; I am glowing and feel like I'm floating.
I feel so comfortable with him, even during our first time. This time was more enjoyable and lasted longer; I felt like I lost all my senses. I felt things that I've never felt with anyone before, very unexplainable things. I don't even know how to comprehend it or explain it, it's mind-blowing to me.
I've waited longer before sleeping with someone I liked, even loved, but never felt the way I do right now. Nor has anyone made me feel the way Luke has on an intimate or even a normal level. There is something about him that makes me feel safe, at ease, and I can be myself, all of myself.
I collect my thoughts and head out into Luke's living room. I don't see him in the kitchen. I figure he's outside grilling. The smell from whatever is on the stove is heavenly and fills the entire room.
I notice he set the table for two already, and a candle is lit in the center. I get dressed then head back to the bathroom to hang the towels I used. Luke is standing in the kitchen with his back toward me now. He is wearing light gray sweatpant-looking shorts. He is humming as he continues to cook. It makes me want to jump him, but right now, with how tender I am down there, I don't think I could handle it.
He turns and notices me walking across his living room. He smiles and walks up to me, grabbing hold of my waist, then bringing me into his arms. He bends down and kisses me, then holds me tight. I wrap my arms around his waist, resting my head against his bare chest. I love it when he has me like this.
"I've got to go check the steaks," he says.
I hang the towels I use in the bathroom and glance at myself in the mirror. It is the first time Luke has seen me without my eye makeup. Some of it is still visible and was not completely removed in the shower, but enough to almost be my natural look. I walk into the kitchen to see what else he has going on for dinner.
I see a pot with onions and mushrooms, another with potatoes and carrots, and notice that the oven is going as well. I open it a tad to see a pan with green beans and Brussel sprouts. Damn, this boy can cook. I walk over into the living room and look at the single picture he has that does not hang on the wall, and is not of a forest scene, car, or animal. It's a framed picture of him and a very pretty, dark-haired
