Roommates with Benefits [18+ only]

59. That's all I need

"Wait ..." Lukas turned me around in his arms, "did I hear it right?" He looked shocked yet happy. The truth is, I hadn't realized I'd sad those words until I met his gaze. The pristine joy in his blue-sky eyes made my heart do somersaults. He cupped my cheeks, his lips right against mine. "Tell me I didn't dream of it."

"You didn't." I closed my eyes as I left my forehead against his.

Lukas kissed me with such passion and force that I nearly lost my balance, but I reciprocated soon enough. I had prepared a whole speech, wanting to apologize, to say what I felt and thought, but at this point everything seemed useless.

When we broke the kiss, his lips trailed all over my neck while his hands traveled along my curves but didn't really stop anywhere. He was frantic, eager, while normally he would be calculated and smooth. "You don't know how long I've waited to hear you say those words." Lukas murmured against my skin, which made my heart skip a beat. He couldn't mean ...

He kissed me with such a force that this time I did lose my balance, ending up on the bed, him on top of me. "I love you," Lukas whispered, placing a lingering kiss on my neck, "I love you," he repeated when he kissed me left shoulder, "I love you," he repeated a third time when he kissed the space right above my chest. For every single bit of skin he kissed, he repeated the same three words: "I love you."

I felt lightheaded, especially because of the passion, the genuineness of his raspy voice every time he said those three words with such an urgence that it felt like he feared it was all a dream. Each declaration was desperate, needy, frantic, as if he had been keeping it all inside for way too long and now he was bursting, unable to hold back anymore.

All of that reverberated in such a sensuous touch that I could barely remain in place, I kept on squirming so much that even trying to hold onto his hair was useless. Especially when he reached my thighs.

Lukas spread my legs, and starting from right above the knee, he trailed kisses all over my inner left thigh, then moved to the other, tickling me and at the same time making me quiver in anticipation. He paused only to place a pillow under my head, then went back to kissing me. "You don't know how much I want this," Lukas murmured against my lips, eyes half closed, forehead against mine, "you don't see how much I love you."

"I do ... I think ..." I pecked his lips, "or I'll learn to ..." The bright smile on his lips reverberated in his blue-sky eyes. "There's a quote that the Internet usually attributes to Shakespeare, even though it's not his, and it reads: sweeter would be death, if my eyes had last horizon as your face. And if so, a thousand times I would be born, to die, a thousand times even." Lukas looked at me, confused, so I smiled, caressing his cheek. "I'm saying I love you more than I could put in words." I pecked his lips. "I'm saying bear with me, I have a lot to work on, but at the end of the day, I love you and ..." I felt tears prickle behind my eyes as my voice broke a little, which wasn't sexy at all, but I couldn't help it.

If I said I wasn't scared, I'd lie. Even right now, when we were lost in the most sensuous moment we've ever lived, even with my throat burning because there were so many things I wanted to tell him and I couldn't find the words. Even as I looked into his eyes, I felt tears pooling in mine. Because my heart was throbbing, my stomach was churning, yet all I could see was him.

"Baby ..." Lukas called in a murmur, cupping my cheeks.

"I'm not ... these aren't sad tears, ok?" I garbled. "I just ... I'm just trying to find the right way to say ..." it was pathetic, you'd think that an English major would know what to say when, instead I was struggling more than I ever had.

"I love you is enough." Lukas smiled a bit, pecking my lips. "I don't need fancy declarations or grand gestures." He kissed my cheek. "The sole fact that you love me is enough."