Page 58 of Amore
I called in our order of poutine and burgers.
As we waited, we kicked back on the bed, leaning against the headboard. Luke asked, “Are you ready for tomorrow?”
I lifted a shoulder. “It won’t be anything crazy. We’ll have the table read and then maybe shoot one scene.”
“Still. You’re about to live out your childhood fantasy.”
“It was one of them,” I confirmed, looking at him.
“And what was another one?”
We grinned, knowing what I was going to say. “You.”
Luke leaned in, and so did I, our mouths connecting with a soft kiss. He pulled back and looked into my eyes. “What you told me earlier on the plane?” I nodded with understanding. “Are you sure you’re ready?”
I smiled warmly. “There’s only one way to find out.”
He cupped my cheek and ran his thumb across my skin. “Even if you can’t, you know I’ll still love you, right?”
“Youstilllove me?” I whispered.
“Isn’t it obvious, Franks?”
“I …” I hesitated. “I still love you too.”
Luke pressed his lips to mine again, and instead of a soft kiss like before, we went deeper, both of us opening and devouring each other. I straddled his hips as he stayed against the headboard, wanting to take it further.Needingto take it further. There was a knock on the door, but I didn’t stop kissing him.
“Franks,” he said against my lips.
“It’s room service,” I replied.
“Yeah.”
“They can leave the food outside.”
“You want cold fries?” he asked.
I didn’t move my mouth from his. “I want you.”
A knock rapped again.
“Leave it,” I yelled.
Luke lifted my tank top, and I helped him, throwing it onto the floor. He pulled the cup of my bra down and sucked my breast into his mouth. I hissed, my back arching as his tongue swirled around my nipple. When we’d had sex the night before I left for college, there had been no foreplay except kissing. We hadn’t known what we were doing then, but as he sucked on my breast, I became wet between my legs, and it was obvious he’d learned how to please a woman in the last nine years.
Reaching between us, I stuck my hand into his pajama pants, bypassing his boxers and finding the hard length poking my leg. I wrapped my hand around him and pumped, my mouth going to his neck as I pressed kisses along the slope.
“Fuck, Franks,” he groaned and switched to my other breast. “I’ve thought about this moment for years, and none of my visions were like this. I need to be inside of you.”
“Yes,” I breathed.
We both hurried to remove our clothes while staying on the bed, and once we were both naked, Luke leaned against the headboard again. I took hold of his cock and directed it inside me. I hissed as he stretched me, and once he was all the way inside, I wrapped my arms around his neck and moved my hips back and forth.
“This is so much better than the first time,” I admitted, and we both chuckled.
“Yeah, well, I’m not a boy any longer.”
He grabbed my hips, stopping me, and with us still connected, he leaned me back onto the bed. Taking my hands, he placed my arms above my head, and with slow, deliberate thrusts, he rocked into me, hitting a spot that made my eyes roll back in my head.
