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The sex in my marriage was anything but spectacular, not like it was with Luke that night fourteen years ago and nothing compared to right now. In. This. Bed. Is it sad the best sex of my life was in the front seat of a rusty old pickup truck?
Sex with Ben, when he was home, was never anything special; he took his pleasure, never worrying about mine. Sometimes I orgasmed—sometimes I didn’t. Maybe it was my own fault for never complaining, but he sure never went out of his way to make sure I was satisfied. My heart thrums and my mouth waters at the delicious man, hovering at the edge of the bed. His eyes are dark and full of desire. I feel like I’m about to be eaten alive. He licks his fingers clean of my juices, and I’ve never seen anything more erotic.
He’s standing in front of me, his hard body and California tanned skin, looking better than a delicious five-star meal. I want to taste him. Suck him Fuck him. I want it all.
His tight black boxer briefs do nothing to hide the significant bulge he’s sporting.Yummy!His body is different now, harder and more defined. His broad shoulders, his sculpted chest, and the rigid lines of his tight abdomen tell me he probably works out often. I lick my lips, my eyes feasting on his fuck-me body. He’s all man and all mine tonight. His deep blue eyes are the same though, and I still find myself getting lost in them.
Luke removes his underwear, his magnificent cock springing to life. Like a hunter, his eyes never break from mine. He smoothes his hand over his long, thick length with slow, lazy strokes, and a fierce, predatory look on his face. My heart pounds, as I scoot back on the bed in anticipation, knowing I’m about to be ravaged.
He reaches down into his jeans lying on the floor and pulls out a condom, before slowly climbing onto the bed. He crawls up my body with such hunger in his eyes, kissing me as if he needs me more than his next breath. His kisses are coarse and addictive, leaving no room for air. I taste my flavor on his lips, and it makes me even wetter than before. Never have I felt so wanted, so needy. I just want to lick every inch of him like an ice cream cone.
“You’re so fucking beautiful. I’ve thought about you...this...every single day.”
“Please, Luke,” I plead, wanting him inside me fast, his confession almost too much to bear at this moment. I draw in a quick breath when the harsh stubble on his face brushes across the delicate skin of my breasts. I arch my back, the gentle touch of his fingers taking their time massaging and caressing every inch of my body, lighting my every nerve ending on fire. “Please,” I sigh beneath his touch.
“I know what you need, Sunshine, let me worship you tonight.” He has my body writhing and twisting beneath him as he touches and licks up and down my skin—owning me—possessing me. My body hums like a sexy song as he teases, sucks, and fingers me.
“Please, Luke, fuck me.” He's reduced me to begging, and I don’t care. I want his beautiful, thick cock inside me.
He positions himself between my legs, lining his cock up to my center, and my muscles shake in anticipation. He hasn't even entered me yet, and my entire body is trembling uncontrollably with desire. Painstakingly slow, he strokes the broad head of his cock through my slick, hot wetness, as if he’s painting a picture.
“Don’t tease,” I groan.
“So eager, Sunshine.”
My lips fall open, and I gasp, trying to suck air into my lungs as he pushes into me inch by glorious inch, until I’m stretched and filled in the most delicious of ways.
“So good.” The sensation is pure pleasure and I’m quickly on the precipice of orgasm, and he’s not even moving yet. “You need to move, Luke,” I plead, and the bastard chuckles before tipping his head down to take my tight, sensitive nipple into his mouth, sucking hard. “I’m close.”
When he repeats the same motion on my other nipple, I dig my fingers into his shoulders. Arching my body into him, fighting to breathe. Then I’m coming. Hard. All over his cock. The wonderful sensation is paralyzing as he drives long, deep, violent thrusts, fucking me through the swell of my orgasm. All I can do is hold on for the ride.
“Fuck…yes.” My entire body quakes as the pressure begins to build again, clawing its way out from deep inside. I’m falling, spinning, floating, as a million tiny stars explode across my eyes. I’m swallowed up by the pleasure. “Luke!” Over and over, I chant his name. His thrusts are deeper than anyone has ever been, merciless, sending me over the edge once again, as the pressure of my orgasm rolls straight into another.
“Fuuuck.” My brain goes completely blank, as I become a slave to my orgasm. Shattering into a million pieces. I have no choice but to surrender—the pleasure leaving me breathless…speechless…boneless… He slams into me one more time, gritting his teeth, then stills. Luke squeezes his eyes shut, and the muscles in his neck tighten as he lets out a deep, raspy groan, chasing his own pleasure. His hips thrust once, twice more, as his body shudders through his climax.
“Jesus Christ, Sarah,” he grunts into my neck as he continues to pulse inside, before collapsing on top of me.
He rolls off and deposits the condom into the wastebasket next to the bed, then stretches out, and engulfs me in his arms. We lay spent for a long while, our limbs tangled, my head resting against his chest, both of us completely sated.
I'm just about to drift off when I feel his body tense. “What happened between you and Ben?” My body stiffens a bit, because we don’t need to be airing things out right now. Tonight is just sex, and I’m wondering why he wants to know, or why he even cares.
I slip from his embrace and roll onto my side, propping my head up on my elbow facing him. “It was never going to work between us. I should never have married him.” I take a deep breath and let out a sigh. “When Ben finally came home, I had just had Ashley. Ben was ecstatic and insisted we get married right away. I…I always knew there was a chance you could be the father. I didn’t know what to do.” I lower my head, unable to meet his eyes. He should be angry, yet here he is in my bed, looking at me like I hung the moon.
Luke wraps his strong arms around me, threading his fingers through my hair. “We were young, and we both made mistakes. I left, never giving a second thought to whether the baby was mine or not. I always knew it was a possibility. I could have called you. I knew we didn’t use a condom that night. When Ben called to tell me he was a dad, all I did was congratulate him. Talk to me, baby, tell me the rest,” he coaxes after a long pause, toying with a lock of my hair. I pinch the bridge of my nose and cover my head with the palm of my hand, feeling a migraine coming on.
“We married a week later at the courthouse, and things were good for a little while. Not long after, Ben became distant, and started going out a few nights a week, supposedly with his buddies. I was busy with a new baby and taking care of my sick momma.”
“I’m sorry about your mom. I never got to tell you,” he interrupts, and I remember feeling hurt he never called when my mom died.
“Thank you. At least she was able to enjoy Ashley for a little while before she passed away.” I pause, my eyes beginning to sting with tears. “I was so lonely…Ben was all I had. When Ashley was about six months old, he came home and told me he was going to deploy again, and he was making the Marines his career. Of course, I supported him, but it was hard for me with a new baby and no family support. He would come home for two or three months at a time, then leave again. Those times were so difficult for me. He was never here, and even when he was, he was checked out. Don’t get me wrong, he tried to be a good dad to Ashley when he was home, but honestly, he was a terrible husband. He slept his way through half this town. How stupid was I to think things would change once we were married? The last straw was when I came home early from work one day and found him fucking someone in our bed. I threw him out and immediately filed for divorce. It’s been Ashley and me ever since. He loves Ashley, but he was never wired to be a family man, I guess. The simple truth is, I married him for all the wrong reasons.”
“Come here.” Luke pulls me into his comforting arms. “You’re a strong woman, and you deserve so much better.”
I scoff at him. “I’m not that strong, believe me.”
“Sarah,” he growls. “You raised Ashley on your own with no support. You run a successful business, putting everyone in your life first before yourself. Maybe you need to let someone take care of you for once.”
All he’s doing is making me hopeful for what could be, but I have no right to think about those things. I won't let myself imagine what it would be like to have a strong man in my life: someone who puts me first, someone I can lean on when times are tough. I've fantasized many times about what it would be like to have Luke in my life. How nice it would be to come home after a long day and have him there waiting for me—making me laugh—keeping my body warm at night.
