Mature content We had been on the road with Luke for just over a month and it had been a blast. Bo has been getting so much attention I'm surprised he hasn't got his own entourage. Tomorrow is my birthday and we have a 2 free days in Virginia Beach and Luke has got his mama to Luke after Bo and he is taking me out for the day with an overnight stay in a cabin in First landing state park.
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We were leaving this afternoon and would stay over tonight and celebrate my birthday tomorrow. I held Bo in my arms and said, "Now you be a good boy for your Meemaw and Aunt Caroline ok, your mama and daddy will be back tomorrow" he looked up at we with his gorgeous eyes and smiled. God I love that boy. "Y'all ready baby" asked Luke "Definitely, are y'all gonna tell me your plans" "Nope" he said as he kissed my nose. We got in the hire car and headed to the coast. We pulled up at the cabin and it was beautiful so Luke, right back to basics, it reminded me of back home. He fired up the grill and started cooking us some steaks. I walked up to him and wrapped my arms around his waist, " I love you baby" "I love you too" he kissed my head. He looked so cute so relaxed and at home. You wouldn't think he was this big country music star with an extremely hectic lifestyle. He was wearing his red under armour hoodie and his e3 hat. Dinner was ready and we had it with some corn and green beans. After dinner we cuddled up on the porch looking out over the ocean. I turned round and started to kiss his neck, "You wanna take this inside" he whispered in my ear, "Yes" is all I could say before he scooped me up and headed to the bedroom. My hands fist 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. "You. On top," he orders, pulling me astride him. "I want to see you." 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, "You feel so good," he murmurs. I rise again, heady with the power I have over him, watching him 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 Katie," he mouths. "Yes," I rasp. "Always." He groans loudly, closing his eyes again, tipping his head back. "Oh, baby," he groans as he finds his release, holding me still and letting go. We lay there in each other's arms enjoying one another's company. "So Baby are you going to tell me your plans for tomorrow" "Nope" he said as he pulled me close, "now get some sleep"
