Luke dug his face into the space between my breasts. I grabbed onto his hair and squeezed, holding him in place. His hands moved over my breasts. One of them unhooked my bra, and it dropped to the bed.

Stumbling across the room with my dress at my waist, the sucking and tugging of his mouth and hands over my sensitive peaks made me instantly wet. My lower lips burned for Luke.

After the amazing dinner we had, and Luke nailing every minute detail, he deserved everything that I was about to give him. I didn’t have the money or title to curate elaborate and lavish evenings, but I did have something he wanted. And I planned on giving it to him as much as he wanted tonight.

As we moved to the bed, he undressed me, and I pulled his shirt out from his pants and dug my hands underneath to feel his smooth skin. The tuft of curly hair near his belly button showed me the way down to the important part of his body. The part that pressed into my leg, begging to be unleashed.

When Luke finally released me from his lips, I took advantage of the situation. He pulled his pants off, and I moved so I stood in front of him. Trapping my lip under my teeth, I pushed him hard enough so that he fell onto the bed.

He stared up at me with wide eyes. All I had on were my panties, the stockings he put on me, and my heels. I felt like a goddess, staring down at her soul mate.

Luke drank me in. The heels made my legs look amazing, and wearing stockings made me feel a little dirty.

I straddled his lap and started to grind against him slowly. He still wore boxer briefs, so I slipped my hand into the hole and pulled him out. I stroked him several times while not taking my eyes off him.

His jaw dropped open, and I yearned to kiss him again. But I was running the show. I was going to pay him back for teasing me last night.

I moved closer to him, slowly moving my slick panties over his cock.

His head fell back against the bed, and his eyes fluttered closed.

The more I rubbed, the wetter I became, adding to the slickness between us.

The intensity built up inside of me, and I could barely hold back from moving my panties aside and letting him inside of me.

I had to be patient. He had brought me to my brink last night before finally giving in.

Luke’s head popped up, and his hands rested on my waist, holding me in place. I took that as a sign to keep going. Arching my back, I moved over the length of him over and over until his breathing became hoarse.

“Sophia,” he said. “You are so incredible.”

Smirking to myself, I continued. His moans made me even more turned on than I had been before.

His hands roamed up to my breasts again, and then his mouth followed. He wasn’t making it easy on me, but I didn’t make it easy on him either. We were at a stalemate, neither of us wanting to let go of the pleasure to get to the next level.

When I couldn’t take it anymore, I sprang off the bed and the room tilted. With a combination of the alcohol at dinner and the lightheadedness of him touching me like that, it was a dangerous time for me to be in heels.

I reached down to take them off, but Luke said, “Stop.”

Peering over at him, his tongue snaked over his lips, and his eyes didn’t move from my legs. “Allow me.”

I propped my foot onto the bed, and Luke finally looked at me as his hands reached the top of one stocking and slowly rolled it down to my ankle. He lifted my foot, pushing the shoe off my foot. It bounced on the floor a few times before it stilled.

As I put my other foot up, his hands moved up my naked leg toward my center. He cupped me, and his eyes rolled back in his head. His fingers slowly ran over the thin fabric, and I almost lost my footing.

“You’re so fucking wet,” he said.

“It’s all for you, baby,” I breathed. He continued to touch me, and I grabbed onto his shoulders to keep myself steady.

“You like that?” he asked, his voice deep.

I dropped my chin to my chest and locked eyes with him. “Fuck yes.”

He licked his lips. “Dirty language.”

“For a dirty man,” I said, appreciating the talk between us. I wasn’t much of a talker during sex, but with Luke, it made me want him even more.

“I should show you how dirty I can get,” he said.

Moving aside the fabric, he plunged his fingers inside of me.

Sucking in a breath, I grabbed his shoulders to stop myself from falling forward.

He chuckled and stroked me from the inside before continuing to my other leg. A trail of wetness followed as he unrolled my stocking, removing my other heel. He rubbed the wetness around my lower lips, drenching them.

I took the opportunity to move away from him before he could tease me again. With my heels off, I dug my feet into the floor and shoved my panties down. They crumpled to the floor before I sprang on him, straddling him.

He was still mostly clothed, but I didn’t care. All that mattered was having him inside of me.

He fumbled in his jacket and pulled out a foil packet.

“Presumptuous.” I laughed.

“I’ve learned that I always need one handy with you around. You turn me on so much, Sophia.”

I kissed him again, showing him just how much I wanted to screw him right then and there. He managed to get the condom on, and I lowered myself onto his hardness, allowing him to fill me to the brim.

“Fuck,” I moaned as my body stretched to accommodate him.

“Fuck is right,” Luke breathed.

Without my heels and the threat of poking holes into my comforter, I drew my feet up and lifted myself enough to stroke the length of him. Up and down, my body moved over his cock.

Luke’s arms went limp at his sides, and his head lolled back again.

Smirking, I picked up my pace. I loved watching how much I pleased him. I never thought I would be with anyone like this, never mind someone as amazing as Luke. At that moment, I knew that I would never love anyone the way I loved Luke. He had opened a part of me that was locked away to the rest of the world.

We matched mentally and physically. We fit each other like a lock and key.

My legs ached, so I settled in, allowing him completely inside of me. Rocking over him, the contact with my clit added to the already intense pleasure of the moment.

Leaning my head back, my hair fell across my shoulders and back. It started to cling to my heated skin.

Luke lifted his head and grabbed my ass, pushing and pulling me over him.

I kissed him again. This time, it was slower. His tongue moved against mine, deepening the kiss. Cupping his head in my hands, I kissed him more passionately than ever. My nipples ached with pleasure, and my entire world shifted. This was where I was supposed to be, with this man, in this moment.

I opened Luke’s shirt and pressed my hands against his hard chest. I was on the edge of my climax. It was right within reach.

Pushing on his chest, I moved quicker, building up until the pressure was too intense to stop. I moved my hands, gripping the pillow behind Luke and squeezing the fabric in my hands.

“Come for me,” Luke said close to my ear.

My eyes sprang open. I hadn’t realized I’d closed them.

As we looked into each other’s eyes, I came, riding my orgasm out as Luke kept pushing and squeezing my butt, rolling me over the waves of pleasure until I was spent.

I fell against him, and Luke adjusted himself and started to thrust inside of me. I was still drenched, and the tendrils of pleasure remained within me.

He gritted his teeth and shoved himself inside me over and over. He squeezed my butt, keeping me in place while he screwed me, reaching his peak.

I pulled my forehead away from his shoulder, and I kissed him. His tongue darted into my mouth, and it flicked over mine. His breathing came quickly, and it was only a short time before he came, too.

He let out a guttural sound and then slowly moved inside of me until he stopped completely.

Propping my arms out, I pulled away from him, staring into his half-lidded eyes. I kissed both his cheeks before kissing his mouth.

“Christ, Sophia. That was fucking amazing. You are just…”

“Perfect?” I helped with a smirk.

“More than that,” he said, kissing me again.

When he finished, I removed myself from the bed and walked across the room to my bathroom. I had the urge to pee, and Luke wasn’t going anywhere.

On the way out of the bathroom, I caught a look at myself in the mirror. My hair was askew, and I adjusted it so I didn’t look like a total hobo. Staring into my own eyes, the distraction from the pleasure that Luke gave me dissipated, leaving me as worried as I had been before.

Carrie’s annoyance at not jumping at the job echoed in my head. Waiting a week was the right thing to do, but it seemed as if Luke were hiding something from me. I hadn’t heard of any plans after his visit this week or what would happen at the end of it.

If I had accepted the job in front of him, would I have pressured him too much to tell me what was going on in his head? Was this his way of saying farewell to me for good?

I took a few calming breaths and tried to clear my head. Luke cared about me; I already knew that. He wasn’t the type to fall in love so quickly and travel across the world to have sex with someone. Women would line up around the corner to be with him. So, I had no doubt he wanted to be with me, but how was this all going to work?

I threw some cold water on my face, attempting to make sense of it all. After patting my face dry with a towel, I was no closer to finding an answer.

Luke was lying on the bed again, and I noticed that he had put on his boxer briefs. For a moment, I was able to forget all the drama surrounding his arrival. Maybe that was the point. I had no idea what our future held, and maybe he didn’t either. I supposed we would just have to wait until our clock ran out to make the tough decisions.