Revival (Johanna's story with Luke Hemmings)

Chapter 55

55.
"Thanks for coming and helping, and everything tonight" I tell Luke as we come in through my front door, after he's parked in the driveway. 

"Thanks for asking me" he responds simply.  "It's about the fanciest dinner I've ever had."

"Yeah, Mum did go a bit all out."

I lean against the dining room table after dumping my keys and purse on it.  I feel kind of guilty but all I can think about now is taking him to bed.  He steps closer and I reach out and hook my fingers into the belt buckle on his jeans and pull him against me.  Our lips meet and I feel the tingles spread through my body.  He takes hold of either side of my hips and lifts me back onto the table, and then positions himself between my knees.  His mouth opens a little and I softly push my tongue in.  He groans and pushes his tongue against mine, running his hand through my hair and then down over the shoulder that is bare in my dress. 

He pulls back and sucks in a deep breath, "God I'm just gonna want you so much" he mutters quickly.

"Is that bad?" I breathe, uneasy with his hesitancy.

"Well..."

"I haven't got my period anymore" I suddenly think to tell him.

"Uh, Okay" he smiles slowly, and then takes hold around my hips again. 

He lifts me from the table and I wrap my legs tightly around his hips and my arms over his shoulders.  He starts walking down the hall to the bedroom.  "I could walk you know" I say quietly into his ear.

"Aah that's no fun.  I'm warmed up for this now." 

He sets me down onto my feet again by the bed.  "This is a really nice dress, but I think you've worn it enough."  He reaches around and carefully runs the zipper right down.

I pull my arm from the sleeve and he tugs gently at the body of the dress until it falls to the floor.  I decide I better pick it up and drape it over the bedside table, and then turn and start unbuttoning his shirt from the top down.  He reaches round me and undoes the cuffs, then pulls the shirt over his head when I've only just released the second button. 

"Impatient" I tease him.

"Uh-huh" he admits unapologetically. 

I smile, "You better take these off then."  I unbutton his jeans and slide the zip down over the bulge beneath. 

He takes over and runs them down his legs, along with his boxers, and then flicks his socks off at the end too, so that he's completely naked.  He only rises again part of the way until he can reach the top of my knickers and slip them down.  He's in no mood for mucking around.  When he stands fully again I step closer and feel his erection pressing against me. 

He throws the duvet back and we climb onto the bed together.  I push him down onto his back and lean across his torso to take him in my mouth.  He groans loudly and reaches his hand down to my butt.  I push my mouth down gently around him and let him fill me, while holding his base in my hand.  His fingers move forward between my thighs and caress over the developing wetness, before slowly sinking into me a little.  God, he is so all-consuming.

We continue for a while until he suddenly speaks, "Stop ...baby, please.  I just wanna fuck you now."  His voice is breathy and urgent.  He slips his fingers out of me and raises his chest as I come up off him.  He turns over quickly and crosses my leg to position his knees between mine.  "Do I not need a condom?" he hesitates.

"No" I assure him, spreading my legs further. 

His eyes are full of lust, but his smile is almost-shy.  I lift my head from the pillow and he brings his lips down to meet mine, his mouth hot and half-open.  I reach down to help guide him in, and he groans into my mouth as he starts to penetrate me.  He slips back and then thrusts more firmly but slowly, sinking more of himself into me.  He breaks mouth contact and adjusts his elbow positioning, bringing his lips down close by my ear.

"Holy shit - you feel so good."

I slide my hands down his already moist back and only just reach his butt cheeks, squeezing firmly as he clenches them to thrust again.  I am completely captivated by him.  It's not like he just fills part of my body, he is able to engulf my whole mind at the same time.  I don't know that anything could divert my attention from him.  He continues to thrust really slowly, sighing each time he has sunk himself into me.  He is so hard and I only need to wriggle a bit beneath him to achieve an angle that has me groaning and biting my bottom lip in pleasure and anticipation. 

His eyes flick open and he smiles a little again and then his eyes drop down to my chest.  I'm still wearing my black lacy bra. 

He shuts his eyes again quickly and I'm confused briefly as he starts muttering, "12, 24, 36, ...48." 

Hell it's so sexy that he needs to distract himself like that, and that he cares enough to do it and want to last.  His obvious lust and desire are enough to push me closer.  I feel it building with every stroke, until my thighs start quivering and then I'm groaning loudly and shuddering around him.  The tension in the muscles of his back and shoulders seems to instantly dissipate, and as I'm gradually settling down, he tips over the edge.  He moans as he comes, and then sighs deeply, before eventually slowing, but not moving from where he is.

"God I didn't know if I could wait for you" he breathes.

I make a noise that is meant to convey how sweet he is, and then speak.  "I didn't take that long.  - Is that why you were doing your times tables?"

He sniggers and gives me a simple kiss on the lips, before pulling out and shifting to the side.  "Yeah, I was never very good at my 12's."

I smile and roll over to face him.  His skin is glistening all over, his cheeks flushed, and his chest rising and falling quickly with each breath.  I am struck initially (- certainly not for the first time), by how young and healthy and virile he looks, but then by the emotions I suddenly realise I have for him.  He has been gazing off into space, but his eyes flick to mine and his intense look makes me feel even more unnerved.

He starts cautiously, "When I said about fucking you.. I didn't mean it like..."

"I know," I interrupt him.  "It's fine.  - It's hot."

All of a sudden I'm just feeling really tired and overwhelmed.  He's still looking at me with an unfinished intensity that almost scares me right now. 

"I'm gonna go to the toilet" I spring up.  "You should get some sleep.  Are we still going to Martin tomorrow - to take your car?"

He pauses and then refocuses, "Um, yeah." 

He reaches down and pulls the duvet up, then rolls over as I walk away.