Total pages in book: 29
Estimated words: 27306 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 137(@200wpm)___ 109(@250wpm)___ 91(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 27306 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 137(@200wpm)___ 109(@250wpm)___ 91(@300wpm)
“What about family? Do you have a family?”
“No, I was an only child. My parents tried for years to have kids and were older by the time they succeeded. They’ve both passed now.”
“I’m sorry.”
“Thank you. They were great people.”
“May I ask how old you are?”
“You may. I’m thirty-seven. Does that bother you?”
“No. Does it bother you that I’m only eighteen?”
“Absolutely not. Everything about you is perfect.”
Perfect? No one has ever complimented me so sincerely or used such a lofty word before. I’ve heard “You’re hot” and other not-so-sweet terms, but my Nana was the only person who ever told me I was anything close to perfect.
“You just met me. How do you know?”
“It’s in your eyes and your smile, but more than that, it’s in the way you blush when I pay you a compliment.”
“So, has there ever been a Mrs. Luke Larson?” I hold my breath as I wait for his response.
“No. Up until now, I’ve never seen myself as the marrying type. All I’ve ever wanted to do was to protect and serve. My career goals have always been my main focus.”
“Up until now? Has something changed?”
He gazes deeply into my eyes and smiles. I squirm in my seat a bit and look down at my lap. I find it hard to believe I’m the girl who can change his feelings about marriage, but if that’s the case, it’s a dream come true.
We finish our dinner and I ask, “Do you think it’s safe to sit outside for a while?”
“You’re always safe with me, little girl.” He grins.
I lead him out to the back porch, and we sit in Nana’s rockers so we can look up at the full moon. Luke reaches over and holds my hand as we rock and count the stars in the clear night sky.
“I forgot how quiet it is here. The city is loud all the time. It felt like chaos in my brain.”
“Yeah, it’s like that. It took me a year to get used to all this silence. Now, I don’t think I could ever live in the city again.”
“Me neither but I didn’t have a choice at the time.”
“Well, from now on, you won’t have to do anything you don't want.”
“Why? Because I’m an adult now?”
“Because I’m here to make sure of it.”
I let out a nervous laugh, and he tugged at my hand. “Come over here and sit on my lap.”
My heart goes all fluttery. Is this real? He senses my hesitation and adds, “I really like to continue where we left off earlier.”
This is something I never saw myself doing. I haven’t even kissed anyone before Luke, but I can’t stop myself from climbing onto his lap. I want to feel his hands and lips on me. I don’t think I’ve ever wanted anything more than wanting to give myself over to him.
He slides his hands under my dress and squeezes my butt as he covers my mouth and neck in warm, passionate kisses. He opens the top three buttons on my dress and kisses my breasts too. His breath quickens, and he reaches up my back to open the clasp on my bra. I feel his tongue on my nipple and gasp for breath as he closes his mouth around the pink flesh and sucks.
“You have great tits baby girl,” he whispers. Hearing something like that would normally make me recoil and look for somewhere to hide, but with Luke, everything is different. I want him to like my tits. I want him to crave my body. It’s the craziest thing, but all I want to do is please this man.
Moving my panties to one side, he slips two fingers inside me. I nearly blast into orbit when he makes contact with my clit. I dig my fingers into his shoulders and hold on for dear life as he rubs and strokes the sweet spot between my legs.
Every nerve ending in my body seems to be firing all at once as he inserts his fingers further inside me. What is this feeling? It’s like I’m hungry for something I’ve never eaten before. I need something. I just don’t know what it is or how to get it.
He picks me up in his arms and puts me on the chair.
“I have to taste you, little one.” He drops to his knees, hikes my dress up all the way, and drapes my legs over his shoulders. His tongue makes a trail up my inner thigh, and I hold my breath. I’ve never had a man lick me before, but I know it’s going to feel good.
He glides his tongue across my outer lips and laps at my newly engorged clit.
“Oh God!” I cry out loudly. Can the neighbors hear me? Do I even care?
“You’re the sweetest little girl there is. You taste like honey, baby girl.”