I follow him over the edge with my orgasm. Gasping as my walls pulse around him.
Encasing his cock in my wet, tight heat.
“Fuck me,” Luke gasps out, his head falling to my shoulder as he holds my satiated body in his arms.
“I thought I just did,” I reply, grinning from ear to ear. Pretty damn pleased with the wild sex I’ve just unleashed in this man.
Lifting his head, his eyes flooded with desire. “Yes, you did indeed, and it was fucking amazing, Cass. You are fucking amazing, Cassie.” His eyes reflect the depth of his feelings, unmasked, unfiltered. I know my eyes are reflecting my heart too.
He gathers me closer to him and carries me down the hall to his bedroom. Snuggling into his arms with my head resting against his chest, I’m glad I don’t have to walk as after two spectacular orgasms, I’m not sure my legs would hold me.
“Do you want a shower?” Luke asks. “As I’m feeling pretty hot and sweaty, so could do with one.”
“Yes, please.” A warm shower sounds perfect. He carries me directly into his large bathroom, depositing me on a stool beside the glass walled wet room complete with a double shower and a soaking tub. I love the luxury of his bathroom. He turns to dispose of the condom, then quickly removes his clothes and shoes. He was still fully dressed in his suit, no wonder he got so hot.
Turning on one of the rainfall showers, adjusting the water temperature so it’s exactly right, he returns to kneel in front of me and starts removing my heels. “These are seriously fuck me heels you got on.” I’m so dazed I’d forgotten I still had them on.
“Money well spent as they worked a treat.” I giggle.
I’m not normally a giggler, but so much about me now doesn’t feel usual. I feel euphoric, untethered. All to be expected when I’ve just had life-changing sex.
Taking me by the hand, Luke positions me under the shower spray. The warm water feels wonderful on my sensitized skin. Luke squeezes soap onto his hand and lathers it up to rub over my body. Slowly he massages the soap along my arms, across my stomach, and over my hips. He then pays particular attention to washing my breasts before bending to run his hands down each of my legs. Finally finishing by sliding his soapy hands between my legs.
Maybe I should feel embarrassed by his intense gaze, but I don’t. I relish his touch. I want more of his touch. Nobody has ever touched or focused on my body with such concentration. Not even Luke when we were young, and we managed to sneak a shower together. His hands on my body feel even more wonderful than the water.
Moving around behind me, his hands massage my butt. Following the contours and curves up my back. Standing close behind me, he gathers my hair in his hand so he can trail kisses along my neck.
“Oh my God, you make me feel so good. You are seriously spoiling me. I may never enjoy a shower alone again.”
Luke trails kisses up to my ear, where he whispers, “Good, then you’ll keep coming back for more.” Sounds perfect to me.
Turning within his arms, I feel his semi-hard erection nuzzled between us.
Oh, I’m going to get me some of this action. Reaching over his shoulder, I squeeze some soap into my hand and begin to rub my soapy hands over his hard-muscled shoulders. This man must have a punishing fitness regime to maintain this gorgeous body. Running my hands down his arms, I notice the veins tracking under his skin. I love the way the veins stand out on his arms, oozing his maleness.
Lifting first one undamaged hand, then his scarred hand, lacing my fingers with his as I wash each one. The burnt skin on his left hand ends a few inches above his wrist. I gently raise it to my lips, placing a kiss on the damaged puckered skin.
Squeezing more soap out, I smooth the soapy suds over his pecs and abs. My fingers sliding over the defined ridges, over his hips, and around to his ass. His ass feels as good as it looks, firm and squeezable. I move around to his back, sliding my soapy hands up over the rough ridges and valleys of the fading scars covering his back. I hear his sharp intake of breath as he braces his arms against the tiled wall.
“Are you okay with me washing your back?” I ask hesitantly. Needing to know he is okay with my touch on his scars.
“Yes, I like you touching me, Cassie. Everywhere. Truth is, I haven’t let anyone touch my back since I was in the hospital and they needed to change dressings. It feels strange having my back touched in a pleasurable way. I guess I'm surprised that I like it.”
My heart swells with the knowledge that my touch relieves a little of his suffering.
My hands pause. His comment raises so many questions, but now is not the time. I continue gently washing his back from his shoulders down over his butt one last time.
Moving around to stand in front of him. I squeeze out more soap. My eyes telegraph my intent, and he raises an eyebrow.
“Are you ready for this?” I ask. Luke nods, and his Adam’s apple bobs in his throat as he swallows.
Finally, I can get my hands on his cock. It’s now standing to attention, fully erect and hard. He watches my hands intently as I wrap my fingers around his girth. Sliding slowly up and down his length. Gently tugging.
Luke drops his head back against the tiled wall. His eyes closing.
Oh, this is good. I have complete control over this huge, tough man, and I love it. I slide a hand between his legs, trailing my finger from his anus to his balls. Cupping them gently in my hand. I feel his cock pulse in my hand.
Rinsing the soap away, I bend to kneel in front of him. Licking slowly along his full length. Luke’s eyes shoot wide open as I suck him into my mouth. Raising my eyes to Luke, I smile around the head of his penis as I continue to lick and suck.
