Come Away with Me (With Me in Seattle 1)

Very rude of you.”

“I’m so sorry. How can I ever make it up to you?” I try to look contrite.

“I don’t know. I’m very offended.”

He still looks so serious and I want to break out into laughter, but I’m enjoying our game too much.

“Can I buy you a new one?” I ask.

“Well, I’m really very fond of that one.”

“Oh,” I bite my lip again and push him onto his back. “Can I take a picture of it and give it to you?”

I unfasten his shorts and he raises his hips so I can pull them down his legs, his erection springing free. I pull a condom out of the pocket and discard them onto the floor.

“No,” he whispers, “It’s just not the same.”

“Hmm…” I roll the condom onto his cock and straddle his hips. I look down at him, narrowing my eyes like I’m thinking very hard trying to solve this problem.

“Well,” I cross my arms and grip the hem of his soft gray shirt, pulling it over my head. “I guess I’d better return it then.”

I hand him the shirt but he throws it on the floor and sits up so we’re nose-to-nose. He grasps my ass in his hands and lifts me over his cock and I slide down onto him.

“Fuck, baby, you’re so wet.”

“That little game turned me on.”

He growls and kisses me, guiding me up and down with his hands on my rear.

I plant my hands on his shoulders and push, and he lies back on the bed. I lean down and kiss him tenderly, my hips still moving, his hands still on my butt.

Then I sit up, and start to really move, reveling in how deep he feels, clenching around him. He runs his hands up my stomach to cup my breasts and tease my nipples with his thumbs.

“Ah!” I throw my head back and grind down on him harder, faster, and feel myself tightening, and I’m going to come already.

“Come for me, baby,” his hands are gripping my hips, pushing me down onto him harder and harder and I explode around him.

Before I’ve had a chance to come down to Earth, Luke has moved out from under me, pushing me onto my stomach.

He’s lying on my back, his chest hair tickling my shoulder blades. He kisses the back of my neck, and then over my tattoo. He parts my legs with one of his and then he’s inside me again.

“Oh, God!”

“Oh, baby, you feel so good.” He’s braced himself on his fists on either side of me and is pushing into me over and over, hitting that sweet spot on the front side of my vagina, sending little glittery sparks of yumminess all through me. I feel myself being pushed to the edge again and I cry out Luke’s name as I come, my orgasm gripping my body and wringing me dry.

He cries out my name as he finds his own release and collapses on top of me.

“Wow.” I mumble into the pillows and I feel his smile against my back.

“What was that?”

“Wow.” I say again, not moving my head.

He bites my shoulder and I yelp, pushing him off me. He chuckles as he discards the condom and wraps us in the blanket, pulling me into his arms, his front to my back.

“I’m sorry, miss, I didn’t hear you.”

“I said, ‘that was just so-so.’”.

He lets out a full belly laugh and hugs me close.

“Is this the wrong time to tell you that I’m on birth control?” I turn in his arms as I say this to see his reaction.

“What?” His eyes narrow and now he looks pissed. Shit!

“Well, yeah, I am. Why are you mad?” I back up a few inches to look in his face.

“I thought you said it’s been almost a year since you were with anyone.”

“It has been.”

He raises an eyebrow.

“Women don’t go on and off birth control just because they’re in a physical relationship.” I roll my eyes. “It would mess with our hormones too much.”

“Oh.” He frowns again, and then looks at my tattoos.

“I’ve been tested each year at my physical. I’m perfectly healthy.” I smile.

“So, I could have had you in the shower?”

I laugh and nod but then stop and eye him speculatively. “Well…”

“I also get physicals regularly, haven’t had a partner in about the same amount of time as you, and am healthy as can be.”

“Then, yes.” Oh, I so do not want to think about him being with other women. No, no, no.

“Well, shit, I think we need another shower.”

I laugh and snuggle back into his arms, resting my head on his chest.

“Tomorrow, I’m sleepy.”

“Maybe we’ll solve each other’s insomnia.”

“It’s worth a try.” I yawn and kiss his chest.

“Go to sleep, baby.”

***

I wake in the morning to bright sunlight and a heavy arm draped over me. I’ve never slept with anyone before, so this is new. And amazingly comfortable.

Luke is asleep on my pillow. He looks so young and relaxed. He needs to shave, and his hair is messy, as usual. I want to run my fingers through it, but nature calls, so I carefully slide out from under his arm and head into the bathroom.

When I tip-toe back into the bedroom, Luke is still fast asleep, but he’s turned to his other side, wrapping his naked body around the covers so a naked arm, leg, buttock and back are all exposed.

Holy sweet baby Jesus, he is a sight to behold!

I just can’t help myself. What self-respecting woman could have this in her bed and not touch?

Not I.

I climb back onto the bed and run the palm of my hand from the heel of his foot, up over his toned calf and hamstrings, over his tight derriere and up his back, then run my fingers through his hair. I nibble his neck and across his shoulders. I kiss his spine and make my way down to the base of his back where two very sexy little dimples live, right above his ass.

I hear him groan and grin.

I run my fingernails down his ass to his thighs, and kiss my way up his side over his ribs.

He slowly shifts and turns onto his back and I kiss up his body, nipping a nipple and resting my hand on the sexy V

at his hip. I look up into sleepy, amused blue eyes.

“Good morning, handsome.”

“Well, good morning, beautiful.”

Suddenly I’m flat on my back and Luke has laced his fingers in mine and pulls both my hands above my head. He kisses my neck and my chin, and moves his hands down my arms to cup my head in his hands.

“How are you this morning?” He whispers against my mouth and rubs his nose back and forth on mine.