"Ellen was someone I had met when I was in my early 20's. 22 if I remember well. She was very pretty. She and I worked together for the first 2 years. She was fun and we went from being coworkers to dating. She had broken up with an old boyfriend, and we started going out. It was fun. She was wild and a little nuts. She reeled me in. We dated for 4 years. We were an item. Like matching towels, we were hand in hand. She wanted to get married. I hesitated. Maybe looking back, I sensed something not right. Then she was pregnant, and I was proposing. And I was happy. Then I started to notice that she was disappearing quite bit. So I did the underhanded thing of following her. Somewhere along the line, she was started seeing the old boyfriend again. I did the he-man thing of busting in there. They weren't naked or anything, but they were close together and guilty looking. I demanded to know what was going on. I guess they had fallen in love. And she told me the baby wasn't mine. We were always using condoms. I guess she didn't feel the need with the other guy. I use to wonder if I married her, if she wouldn't have cheated. But I know now, it was a question of time. She and I weren't meant to be. She did me a favour. I would thank her now if I could see her. But before I realized that, I had developed my aversion to brunettes."
Wow. So I take it you are over the aversion."
"Most definitely. I feel more connected to you... already."
"So where do we go from here." She asked hesitantly.
"Well I want to see you again. I know I certainly want to kiss you again." Luke smirked. "So can we continue to see each other and take it slow?"
"That sounds great." She smiled her 10,000 watt smile that almost melted him into a puddle.
He reached over and took her hand and then slid his hand up to cup her face. He leaned in and laid his lips on hers. It started soft, and he deepened it, gently sucking on her lips, stroking her lips with his. Teasing them, he wanted to make her purr again, He felt her hand on his chest, and he paused thinking she was pushing him away. But she made a low groan, and curled her fingers into his shirt and was pulling him closer to her. Tugging him. He used his other hand to press her back placing her torso up against his. Timing the strokes of her back with the movements of his lips. He eased back a little, to just brush her lips ever so softly, almost fanning them, tickling them. Her lips parted, like she was about to say something, and he leaned in and took them. He had her bottom lip and alternated between torturing it with his tongue and nibbling ever so lightly. She was writhing against him. Rubbing her torso against his. Groaning impatiently using both hands to grab his shoulders.
He tasted her tongue with his. His tongue teasing her. Tempting it to curl around his. He tasted her mouth. Leaning her back as he drank from her lips. His tongue taking her mouth, using the thrust of his tongue to match the slide of her breast against his chest. He eased up, and looked down at her.
"Wow." He panted.
She just stared. Her lips pink, her eyes out of focus. Her breathing hard.
"Wow is right. I don't think I can survive your kisses."
"I think you can. I am a very oral guy, I'll warn you now. There will come a day that I will taste every part of your body. Where my tongue and lips will know you like no other." Luke promised.
"Oh god." Jessica moaned putting a steadying hand on the ground.
"Come here. " Luke told her,
"I can't. I don't trust myself."
"Please."
She slid over to him, he pulled her into his arms and onto his lap, feeling her tremble, and tightened his hug around her.
She was adjusting her seat. And that was not helping him retain control much.
"What are you doing?" he rasped.
"Trying to get comfortable. This is a poky chair that you have provided." She said with laughter in her voice.
She leaned up and kissed his chin and then his neck. And then pull his head down for another kiss. Her tongue pressed into his mouth. He wasn't sure who was groaning louder at this time. Then she was writhing on his lap, and he was rocking first with her, and then against her. Making her have to struggle to find the rhythm that pleasured her. Then her hands we under his shirt, stroking his back. And his hands were under her top, her bra, cupping her breasts. Just holding them, warming them for a minute, then feeling their fullness, testing them. Rubbing his thumbs under them, rubbing around the hardened nipples standing begging for attention. Never touching them, just making circles, over and over. Spiraling and get closer. She was groaning louder. She was so ready. He teased her nibbles with both thumbs rubbing them back and forth, torturing them. Pulling on them lightly. Begging them to stand taller, to drive the woman crazier. She was so loud, twisting on him. Rubbing herself on the bulge of his cock. Over and over, she was bucking in time to the pulling and teasing of her nipples. She was thrusting herself on him, trying to impale herself. Trying to get the fullness that was teasing her. Her fingers dug into his back, imbedding them.
Her breathing was so rough, her movements were getting more and more frantic. She was groaning and almost screaming.