When I get to a portrait of a man staring down at a woman holding her close as she throws her head back in laughter, my heart feels heavy. His eyes are on her as she laughs. They are filled with love and he’s smiling. I’d like to think it’s because he could make her laugh so hard. It is more than endearing. Love isn't always flowers and jewelry; it’s the small things really that matter most.
My eyes sting with tears, but I’m unable to look away. I’ve always known one day I would want children and a husband. It was something I thought I’d want more as I grew older. Now Luke had changed that for me. He came crashing into my life and broke my heart.
I’m not sure I’m cut out for this dating thing. I think I fall too easily. I only spent one night with Luke, and look how much it’s affecting me. I know that dating would only end in one heartbreak after another for me.
I pull my phone out and text my sister. I should leave her alone. She’s on her honeymoon, but there is only so much sex a girl can have. I can still feel the small ache from Luke between my thighs. My phone dings with a message from her as if she were thinking of me at the exact same time.
Kennedy: I miss your face.
I pull the phone away and take a picture of myself for her and send it.
Kennedy: You look beautiful but why do your eyes seem so sad?
I should have known she’d pick up on something like that. No one reads me better than my sister.
Me: You really think I should try this fling thing?
I don’t know why I feel shy at times when it comes to Luke. He's an anomaly that I can’t figure out. More than anything I miss him. That sounds so ridiculous considering that I don’t even really know him.
I stroll back toward the hotel. It’s getting late, and I stayed at the museum as long as they would allow. I should make a list of things to do so that I don’t sulk around. I have work to do, but that’s only a few meetings. I’d already laid most of the groundwork for this project, and now I’m just here to make sure that it all comes together.
As I step onto the elevator I swear I sense him before I see him. Before the doors close, I see a big hand stop them. I’d learned every inch of him a few nights ago. There is no mistaking that Luke is here. The only question I have is why?
He pushes the doors back open. I don’t get a word out before he’s all over me. My effort to resist him is pathetic. I should stop him, I should push him away, but I don’t. Instead, I draw him closer.7LukeFuck she tastes good. She only fights the kiss for a moment before her tongue is tangling with mine. She lets out the sexiest moan as I lift her into my arms. When the elevator dings, I carry her off, heading straight for her room. I pull the key out of my back pocket to open her door.
She tries to ask me how I got the key, but I decide to distract her with my mouth. It’s been way too fucking long since I’ve touched her, since I smelled her scent or heard her sweet voice call out my name as I brought her to orgasm. I was beginning to feel as though I was coming undone at the seams. I toss her ass onto the bed, not wanting to wait another second to take what’s mine.
“Clothes off now.” I start to strip off my own. She lets her swollen lips part as if she’s going to give me a hard time, but I give her a look that has her hurrying to do as she’s told. It doesn't take either of us long. I grab one of her ankles, pulling her down the bed and burying my face between her thighs. She moans my name loudly. Cum leaks from my cock as it begs to be balls deep inside of her sweet cunt. It hasn’t been that long since I last saw her, but any amount of time without her is too long.
I push two fingers inside of her, pumping them in and out as I lick her clit. I have no clue how the hell she is still so fucking tight. I took her so many times that first night. She pulls at my hair while trying to close her thighs. She always does the same thing when she’s about to cum. A second later her sweet juices are filling my mouth. I suck and lick every last drop before I stand up.