He looks down to where I am kneeling and lets out a heavy groan as I take his length into my hands and slowly bring my mouth down to the tip of his engorged cock. I run my tongue across the tip, devouring the accumulation. He lets out a low moan and braces his hand against the shower wall as I take him deeper.
I set the perfect pace, using my lips for suction, and bring my other hand up to cup and lightly squeeze his balls. His breathing begins to become erratic and I trace my fingernail along his taint and suck him deep into my throat. He begins to thrust into my mouth, gently at first, as if testing my threshold and becoming faster when he sees my gag reflex isn't responsive. I love this. I love the control I have over him right now. I love the feel of his huge cock bouncing against the back of my throat, testing boundaries I never knew existed. He starts pumping harder and I moan, feeling alive in this moment. I do this to him, for him. Me.
I grab the base of his cock and work it with my hand as I lick and suck, taking as much of him in as I possibly can. He thrusts again, hitting the back of my eager throat.
“Shayne, if you don’t want me to come into your mouth, you better stop now,” he growls.
I shake my head gradually and continue to work him. I can feel his cock grow with every swipe of my tongue, every thrust of his hips. It becomes thicker, more pronounced. I grip his balls tightly and run my tongue along the thick vein on the underside of his cock. He swells even more so, and lets out a loud groan and his cum spurts rapidly into the back of my throat. I lick every drop from him, coaxing his orgasm to prolong it. As soon as he's reached his limit, I release his cock with an audible pop and stand up.
I run my tongue along his lips, hoping to give him the same gift he treated me with just the other day.
“You’re perfect, baby. When the day comes that I fully make you mine again, not only here-” he places his hand over my bare mound, “But also here,” placing his other over my heart, “You will have made me the luckiest man to ever walk this earth.”
I lean into him not even knowing what to say as he brings his arms around me and kisses me on the top of my head, sighing once more. I return the same attention before exiting the shower to get dressed. He follows only minutes behind me downstairs, back to the grill that has to be warmed up to cook the steaks.
After dinner we decide to watch a couple of movies. Before the second movie is even done, I am fast asleep in his arms.
Chapter Eight
I awake sometime in the middle of the night and find myself alone in bed. Rubbing the sleep from my eyes, I climb out of bed and walk through the house, searching for Luke. I find him lying on a deck chair on the back porch staring into the dark sky.
“What are you doing out here?” I ask.
“I couldn’t sleep and I didn’t want to wake you, so I came out here,” he shrugs, as if it's no big deal. However, I can tell that something is off with him. He seems troubled and almost unsure. Not his usual confident self by any means. I tap his leg to get him to scoot and wedge my way onto the lounger with him. I rest my head on his chest and he wraps his arm around me, allowing me to become more comfortable in the position. I lightly kiss his chest, running my hand through light smattering of hair and look up to his face.
“Is everything okay?” I check, needing to make sure we are good.
Before he can answer, a light flickers from the table next to him and we both look toward it. A text message. He picks up the phone, turns it off, and places it face down on the table before turning his attention back to me.
“Yeah, everything is good. Just a difficult case. They happen; nothing to be concerned about, baby,” Luke replies, placing a kiss on my forehead. “When was the last time you just sat and looked at the stars?” he asks, changing the subject and catching me off guard.
"Umm...” I rack my brain, trying to remember a time that sticks out in my head. It's not something I've done since the last time we did it together. Luke has always loved the stars, and we spent so many nights lying on blankets, gazing up while he pointed the different constellations out to me and told me the meaning behind them. I could never see them, could never put the shapes together, but Luke would always trace the sky until I found them on my own.
“Not since the last time we were together. Stargazing has always been something that reminded me of you, and something I avoided,” I admit.
He takes his hand and moves two fingers under my chin, lifting my head to meet his, and stares into my eyes.
“I’m so sorry.”
The words are barely a whisper, but I hear them all the same. I nod, because what else can I do? I know he's sorry, and I know I’m over it now, but the past will always be the past. There's no changing it. Breaking me from my thoughts, his lips whisper a kiss over mine. His touches are soft, gentle, and seemingly as apologetic as his tone. I drink in the light kisses, loving how intimate they feel, like the ghost of a promise gliding across my lips. One that says it will all be better now.