She looked up at me. “Thank you, Luke,” she said.
I couldn’t resist, and I bent to kiss her, gently, because I didn’t want to hurt her, but I was surprised when she pressed her lips to mine even harder and opened her mouth, her tongue seeking mine.
“Come to bed with me,” she said.
“I thought you might just want to sleep, with everything that’s happened today,” I protested, trying desperately to ignore my hard-on.
“I’ll sleep,” she said with a smile. “But first I want you to make love to me.”
Without another word, I picked her up and carried her to bed. It hadn’t gone unnoticed that she hadn’t said that she wanted me to fuck her, and I was pleased at her choice of words. I had every intention of fucking her, hard, fast, and every way we could think of, but some nights — this night — was for making love.
I slid the silk from her perfumed skin, and I licked and sucked her nipples, pleased to slip my hands between her legs and find her wet and ready for me. As I looked down at her, gorgeous, beneath me in my bed, I couldn’t think of any place I’d rather be. I slid my cock into her, and we both gasped with pleasure. I took my time, with slow, deep strokes intended to bring her to orgasm slowly and surely. When I felt her breath quicken, I drove a little quicker, savoring the sensation of having every inch of my cock covered by her pussy.
As I felt myself start to lose control — felt my own orgasm beginning — I looked down at her to find her blue eyes seeking mine. We held our gazes while the wave of our mutual climax rose and subsided, and not until I shuddered at the very end, did I let myself relax and fall to the side of her naked body, careful not to hurt her. I wrapped her up in my arms and drifted off to sleep, happy to have Krystal in my arms, safe and satisfied.
Chapter 30
Krystal
Friday, July 5, 2013
I opened my eyes, and had no idea where I was. I felt a warm body and strong arms wrapped around me, and the events of Independence Day came back to me in a tangled rush of horror, pain, and deep satisfaction at Luke’s body beside mine. I realized I was naked and that I needed to pee, so I shifted a little to see if Luke would let go so I could slip out without waking him.
Managing to extricate myself from the gorgeous man who was still sound asleep, I slipped on the night gown he’d gotten for me and smiled as I looked down at his messy blond hair and relaxed, sprawled out pose. Was it possible that I could really end up with a guy like Luke?
In the bathroom, I looked at myself in the mirror, and all things considered, I didn’t look too awful. My jawline was starting to show a bruise that I figured would blacken a good portion of my face. I might need to talk to Mark about my work schedule, because I wasn’t sure he’d want a bruised-up bartender on duty. I’d just have to figure out a way to deal with the lost wages, but I kinda figured that Luke wouldn’t mind if I spent a few days with him while I sorted a few things out.
I was certain that I’d left my clothes on the bathroom counter, but I couldn’t find them anywhere, so I put on a robe over my nightgown and headed out to the living room, intending to order some coffee from room service. Looking over the menu at the ridiculous prices, I decided to just order coffee and some fruit. Luke had been amazingly generous, but I realized that I could spend more money on breakfast at the Ritz than I pulled in in an entire shift. No one could possibly have enough money to live this way forever, and I wasn’t going to needlessly blow Luke’s inheritance.
When room service arrived, I was pleasantly surprised to find a bag with my clean clothes inside, neatly pressed and folded. I signed for the food, thanked the man, and got down to the very serious business of getting myself a cup of coffee.
I was just pouring my second cup from the elegant silver coffee pot when Luke emerged from the bedroom, running his hand through his messy hair, bare-chested, and drop-dead gorgeous. He dropped a kiss on the top of my head and poured himself a cup of coffee before joining me at the table.
“Morning, gorgeous,” he said, making me feel like the sun had just come out, filling me with the warmth of genuine affection that went beyond just wanting to fuck my brains out.
“Good morning,” I answered, thinking that I could get used to starting my morning with Luke around.
“Sleep okay?” he asked.
“Better than I expected. Face hurts like hell, but I think I’ll live.”
Luke sat up and examined my face in the sunlight from the window. “The bruise is gonna look worse before it looks better, but I’m just glad you’re safe and here with me.”
I smiled at him and leaned over and kissed him. “Me, too. And thanks for having my clothes cleaned. I was afraid I was gonna have to walk outta here naked. Couldn’t find them anywhere.”