I don’t have time to process my emotions as Luke places his hands under my ass and lifts me up, turning and placing me on the kitchen counter. His tongue delves into my mouth, and I wrap my legs around his waist. My hands fly into his hair. His hands move to my hips, his grip firm. I move my hands and allow them to trail down to his jeans as our kiss deepens. I unzip his jeans, pushing them and his boxers down, freeing his cock. His hands go to the top of my jeggings, and I lift my ass slightly, allowing him to pull them down. Our lips stay locked the whole time. Neither of us want to break contact.
He pushes my legs to either side, opening me up. My fingers dig into his shoulders and his fingers find my sensitive nub. I cry out, but his mouth swallows my noise. His fingers move in circles and my breathing quickens. My pleasure heightens, but I don’t want to do this without him. I pull my face back, but only to speak two words.
“Fuck me,” I say breathlessly. His response is a deep, low growl before his lips are back on mine. He pulls me to the edge of the counter and places himself at my opening. I bite his bottom lip as he pushes into me. The feeling of him filling me is phenomenal. His slow but orgasm inducing rhythm has me panting. My arms wrap around him, as do my legs. I need more friction. He isn’t close enough. His hands are on my ass, squeezing with each stroke. My climax builds. His does too. Our frenzied breaths, our combined sweat, and our joint moans are all adding to my heightened state. I trail my tongue along his jawline.
“Oh God,” he whispers in my ear. “I need to see you.” I lean back to look at him, and his eyes blaze.
“I’m close,” I say, wanting to reach my release but not wanting this to be over. My words make him thrust harder. My moans become louder. His grip becomes tighter. My arms link behind his neck. Our eyes stay locked. He moves one hand and finds my clit, pushing on it slightly, and I am done for. I shout his name as I let myself free fall through my orgasm. Luke follows and finds his release a few strokes later. We ride out our high. We hold each other close.
He wraps his arms around me and carries me from the kitchen. I don’t ask where he is taking me. I don’t care. I’m with him, and what we just did was mind-blowing. I place my lips back on his. He walks us up the stairs and into the bedroom. He gently lies me down, his cock still inside me. I can still feel his length pulsing inside my core. He continues to kiss me but doesn’t place any of his weight on me. As our kiss comes to a slow but delicious end, he rests his forehead on mine. His eyes are closed, but I keep mine open as I let my mind absorb the beauty of him.
His breath flutters over my face, and I place one of my hands on his cheek. He opens his eyes and moves his head back slightly. His eyes meet mine. Emotions pass between us. I move my hands to his biceps and love the feel of his muscles beneath my fingers. This moment is charged with unsaid feelings. We drink in the sight of one another. Flushed cheeks, messy hair, and swollen lips. He has never looked more handsome than he does right now.
“I love you, Charlie,” he says, his voice hoarse. The words penetrate straight to my heart. He still loves me. “Always have, and always will.”
I swallow down the lump that has formed in my throat. Lifting my head up, I place a light kiss on his lips before I respond. This is a pivotal moment in our relationship. A moment that should have come sooner but didn’t. A moment that we have both been waiting for. A moment that will repair my shattered heart. As I move my lips away from his, I smile.
“I love you too, Sanders.”
Chapter Twenty-Six
FIVE MONTHS LATER
“I am so proud of you,” Luke says as he places a kiss on my lips.
I have just given birth to our beautiful baby boy. I am exhausted, but no amount of tiredness can stop the smile from gracing my face. As I cradle our little boy in my arms, I am overwhelmed with love. Love for my son, and love for Luke. The two most important people in my life.
“Do you want to hold him?” I ask. Luke nods and I hand our baby to him. The look of adoration on Luke’s face makes me want to cry. I realise that my hormones are all over the place right now, but the moment is so beautiful. We are a little family, and I couldn’t be happier.
“We need to give him a name,” I say. We have thought about names for the last few weeks, but we couldn’t agree on one.
“We don’t need to decide right now,” Luke says.
“But it doesn’t feel right to keep referring to him as ‘baby boy.’”
“It’s not going to hurt for the time being. You need to get some rest before you decide anything.” He looks at me with concern on his face.
“I am pretty tired,” I say with a yawn. Labour certainly is no picnic. Thirty-six hours of pain and a hell of a lot of screaming on my part. But those thirty-six hours were so worth it. The nurses come over at this point to wheel me out of the delivery room. Luke gives me our son back and he follows behind my bed as they move me out of the delivery room and along the corridor.
When we reach my room, my bed is parked in the middle and then one of the nurses say that they will be back in a little while to check on the both of us. I thank them, but I am grateful when they finally leave. Luke comes over and places a kiss on my forehead.
“Oh God, don’t do that. I’m all sweaty and gross,” I whine.
“You have never looked more beautiful,” Luke replies. I frown at him.
“Don’t joke right now.”
“I’m not,” he says seriously.
“You’re sweet, but I don’t believe a word.” Luke laughs at my response, and I stifle a yawn.
“Let me take him, and you can get some rest.”
“But I don’t want to sleep. I might miss something,” I say, realising that I sound like an over-bearing mother already.
“You won’t miss anything,” Luke says as he takes the baby from me. “I will be sat right here with him. He’s just going to be sleeping. As are you.” I poke my tongue out at him playfully. Luke chuckles and then settles down in the chair, beside my bed. I watch him and our son with a smile on my face, until my eyes admit defeat and flutter shut.
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