Baby be mine (Luke Bryan Fanfiction)

Chapter 20

Luke's POV

I don't know how I am going to fix this, I just hope Lana managed to calm Lisa down. I fastened my self belt and got ready to land. Well here goes nothing.

Lisa's POV

I made my way to the arrivals lounge and found the gate for Nashville aerials. I made my way to gate 6a. I seen Luke coming through the door, he looked like shit, poor baby. He looked up and seen me standing there, I just ran and jumped into the tightest hug ever.
"Baby Lana spoke to me, I'm so sorry no never trusted you, when that picture came through I didn't know what to think, in so sorry, I love you"
Lisa saw the look of relief on his face
"Lisa I swear to god I never did anything I love you"
I reached up and kissed him like my life depended on it.
"Well since you are here, what do you wanna do"
"You" he said cheekily
"Well let's go Cowboy"
I helped him with a bag and made our way to my apartment.

Warning mature content

My hands are in his hair while my mouth is feverish against Luke's consuming him, relishing the feel of his tongue against mine. And he's the same, devouring me. It's heavenly.
Suddenly he drags me up and grasps the hem of my T-shirt, whipping it over my head and throwing it on the floor.
"I want to feel you," he says greedily against my mouth as his hands move behind me to undo my bra. In one smooth move, it's off and he pitches it aside.
He pushes me back down onto the bed, pressing me into the mattress, and his mouth and hand move to my breasts. My fingers curl into his hair as he takes one of my nipples between his lips and tugs hard.
I cry out as the sensation sweeps through my body, spikes, and tightens all the muscles around my groin.
"Yes, baby, let me hear you," he murmurs against my overheated skin.
Boy, I want him inside me, now. With his mouth, he toys with my nipple, pulling at it, making me squirm and writhe and yearn for him. I sense his longing mixed with—what? Veneration. It's as if he's worshipping me.
He teases me with his fingers, my nipple growing hard and elongating under his skillful touch. His hand moves to my jeans, and he deftly undoes the button, tugs the zipper down, and slips his hand inside my panties, sliding his fingers against my sex.
His breath hisses out as his finger glides into me. I push my pelvis up into the heel of his hand, and he responds, rubbing against me.
"Oh, baby," he breathes as he hovers over me, staring intently into my eyes. "You're so wet." His voice is filled with wonder.
"I want you," I murmur.
His mouth joins with mine again, and I feel his hungry desperation, his need for me. He sits up, grasps the hem of my jeans, and tugs them off, followed by my panties.
Keeping his eyes fixed on mine, he stands, takes a foil packet out of his pocket, and tosses it at me, then removes his jeans and boxers in one swift motion.
I rip the packet open greedily, and when he lies beside me again, I slowly roll the condom on to him. He grabs both my hands and rolls on to his back.
"You. On top," he orders, pulling me astride him. "I want to see you."
Oh.
He guides me, and hesitantly I ease myself down onto him. He closes his eyes and flexes his hips to meet me, filling me, stretching me, his mouth forming a perfect O as he exhales.
Oh, that feels so good—possessing him, possessing me.
He holds my hands, and I don't know if it's to steady me or keep me from touching him, even though I have my road map.
"You feel so good," he murmurs.
I rise again, heady with the power I have over him, watching Luke Bryan slowly coming apart beneath me. He lets go of my hands and grabs my hips, and I place my hands on his arms. He thrusts into me sharply, causing me to cry out.
"That's right, baby, feel me," he says, his voice strained.
I tip my head back and do exactly that. This is what he does so well.
I move—countering his rhythm in perfect symmetry—numbing all thought and reason.
I am just sensation lost in this void of pleasure. Up and down . . . again and again . . . Oh yes . . . Opening my eyes, I stare down at him, my breathing ragged, and he's staring back at me, eyes blazing.
"My Lisa ,"he mouths.
"Yes," I rasp. "Always."
He groans loudly, closing his eyes again, tipping his head back. Oh my . . . Seeing
Luke undone is enough to seal my fate, and I come audibly, exhaustingly, spinning down and around, collapsing on top of him.
"Oh, baby," he groans as he finds his release, holding me still and letting go.
This is where I want to be for the rest of my life thought Lisa.
They fell asleep in one another's arms