“Yes you can,” he said, pulling back and then blowing on my clit. Je-sus CHRIST.
With one last hard thrust of his fingers, I came again, my back arching off the bed and his name in my mouth, along with a string of curses and unintelligible words. I may have also cursed in several foreign languages, including Elvish.
“Such dirty words from such a sweet girl,” Lucah said with a laugh, resting his cheek on the inside of my thigh. My chest heaved as I tried to get myself back under control. Or maybe put myself back together was the better term for it.
“How is it like that every time?” I said, looking down at him. It was quite a sight, seeing the man you love with his glorious face in between your legs and smiling at you as if you’re the greatest thing to ever happen to him.
“Because I love you. And because I’m very, very good at what I do, Miss Clarke. I always strive for perfection.” He pulled himself up with his arms so our faces were level. I knew he was ready, but he paused.
“I’ve never been with anyone like you, Aurora Abigail Clarke.”
“I’ve never been with anyone like, you, Lucah Jacob Blythe.” He leaned down and gave me one soft kiss before he lifted one of my legs over his shoulder, got into position and slowly entered me. I loved not having to use condoms anymore. We’d both gotten tested and had clean bills of heath and I was religious about my pills so there was nothing between us anymore.
He filled me completely, and he went so deep, it was like he was trying climb inside me. I wanted him to.
There was another small pause as he filled me completely and then drew back, only to fill me again. I pushed my hips up to meet him and we started our dance. Neither of us needed to speak, but we did.
Faster, harder, more, yes, I want you, I love you, fuck me, beautiful, more, I love you, more, I love you . . .
And when I came a third time around him, he thrust once more into me and came himself, filling me with everything he had. It was a possessive thing. He was marking me, leaving a part of him behind. I was his.
I liked being his, the smell of his skin on mine, the taste of him on my lips. He came to rest on his back, his chest heaving. I laid my head on his heart and his arm went around me.
Cuddling was seriously underrated. I loved lying with Lucah for a few minutes as the glow faded from our bodies. It was almost better than the actual sex. I said almost.
“So I know you have dinner with your parents on Sunday, but how would you like to come with me to my brother’s on Saturday? You could meet Gracie and Fiona.” Other than Ryder, I hadn’t gotten to meet any members of Lucah’s family. When he had finally revealed his true identity and, um, for lack of a better term, “come out of the closet”, and showed me the boxes hidden in his apartment, I’d found tons of photographs of his family. I’d had a lot of them framed and now they littered the apartment, along with more pictures of Lucah and me, Sloane and me, and a few of Lucah’s deceased parents.
“I would love that,” I said, and I almost wanted to cry. Love made you more emotional about pretty much everything.
He kissed my forehead and stroked my back.
“I wish you could have met my parents. My mom would have adored you and I’m sure you would have won Dad over as well.” Yes, because of my winning personality.
Lucah rarely talked about his parents, but he’d been doing it more and more; about how his mother would scrimp and save to make sure their Christmas was special, even if they barely had anything. She knew how to take a dollar and make it work for her.
“They’d be so proud of you,” I said. I didn’t need to know anything about them to know that was true. I was pretty damn proud of him. He was a good man. I wouldn’t have fallen for him if he wasn’t.
“I used to wonder about that. If they would approve of what I was doing, the way I was earning my money. In a weird way, I think I was earning it for them. Trying to make up for what they couldn’t have, even if they were gone.” I turned on my stomach so I could look at his face.
“I love you.” I said it a lot, but it bore repeating.
“I love you, Sunshine. You’re the first person, other than family that I’ve ever allowed myself to be me with. You snuck your way into my life and before I knew it, I couldn’t get rid of you, even if I wanted to.”
It made me giddy and I wanted to giggle with happiness when he said things like that.
“Well, it’s not really my fault. You’re the one who kept pursuing me. So. You only have yourself to blame.” He pinched my nose.
“You’re probably right.”
“Excuse me. I’m ALWAYS right. That’s how this works.”
“Yes, Miss Clarke.” Damn right.
~*~*~
One of the upsides, which was also a downside, of dating Lucah was that he was a morning person. So when I didn’t want to get up, he had all kinds of ways to make me wake up. Fortunately, a lot of these involved his penis. Waking up with something like that inside you was quite something. Much better than a blaring alarm.
The next morning I awoke to a tongue in my ear and something hard pressing into my back. I moaned, but not because of the hour. I moved back against him as he entered me, ever so slowly from behind.