Maid in Tennessee

Chapter 73

"Daaaaaaaaddddaaaaaa" yelled Bo when he saw Luke coming up the path.
"Hey dude miss me" Luke said as he lifted
"Everything ok now" asked Carol,
"Yeah everything is perfect, bloody tabloids" I said laughing
"Buddy" repeated Bo
I laughed I will need to watch with the cussing around him now as he copies everything I say.
"How about daddy stays with you for a little while buddy and mummy as well and aunt Caroline and uncle Carter."
"Ess peese dadda"
Luke rubbed his head and gave him a big hug,
"Love you buddy"
"Wove u dadda"
Oh they are so damn cute together.
"Katie why don't I take Bo to the store with me and Carter, and you and Luke can has some time together" she said winking at me,
"That would be fantastic"
Caroline and Carter took Bo to the store for BBQ stuff as we were going to have a fire on the beach tonight and have fun, it was a long time coming.
"So baby what can we do with our alone time" said Luke sexily.
"Em let me see" I said pushing him upstairs.

Mature scene

I take Luke's hand and pull him toward the bedroom. At the foot of the bed I stop. Luke is trying to hide his amusement, due to my belly.
"Now you have me in here, baby, what are you going to do with me?" he teases, his voice low.
"I'm going to start by undressing you." I reach for the lapels on his jacket.
Gently, I push his jacket over his shoulders, and his eyes stay on mine, all traces of humor gone, as they grow larger, burning into me, wary and needful? There are so many interpretations of his look. What is he thinking? I place his jacket on the ottoman.
"Now your T-shirt," I whisper and lift it by the hem. He cooperates, raising his arms and backing away, making it easier for me to pull it off. Once off, he gazes down at me, intently, wearing just his jeans that hang so provocatively from his hips. The band of his Under Armour boxer briefs is visible.
My eyes move hungrily up across his taut stomach , then up to his chest.
"Now what?" he whispers, eyes blazing.
"I want to kiss you here." I run my  finger from hipbone to hipbone across his belly. His lips part as he inhales sharply. "I'm not stopping you," he breathes.
I take his hand. "You'd better lie down then," I murmur and lead him to the side of the
four-poster bed.
Lifting the covers, he sits on the edge of the bed, gazing up at me, waiting, his expression wary and serious. I stand before him and slip off my shirt and let it drop to the  floor, then I shuffled out of my sweatpants.
He rubs his thumb over the tips of his  fingers. He's itching to touch me, I can tell, but he suppresses the urge. Taking a deep breath and beyond courageous, I reach for the hem of my T-shirt and lift it over my head so I am naked before him. His eyes don't leave mine, but he swallows and his lips part.
"You are Beyond beautiful baby," he murmurs.
I clasp his face in my hands, tip his head up, and bend to kiss him. He groans low in his throat.
As I place my mouth on his, he grabs my hips, and before I know it, I am pinned beneath him, his legs forcing mine apart so that he's cradled against my body between my legs. He's kissing me, ravaging my mouth, our tongues entwined. His hand trails from my thigh, over my hip, along my belly to my breast, squeezing, kneading, and pulling enticingly on my nipple.
I groan and tilt my pelvis involuntarily against him,  finding a delicious friction against the seam of his growing erection. He stops kissing me and gazes down at me bemused and breathless. He  flexes his hips so his erection pushes against me. . . . Yes. Right there.
I close my eyes and moan, and he does it again, but this time I push back, relishing his answering moan as he kisses me again. He continues the slow delicious torture rubbing me, rubbing him. And he's right getting lost in him it's intoxicating to the exclusion of everything else. All my worries are obliterated.
I am here in this moment with him my blood singing in my veins, thrumming loudly through my ears, mixed with the sound of our panting breaths. I bury my hands in his hair, holding him to my mouth, consuming him, my tongue as avaricious as his. I trail my  fingers down his arms, down his lower back to the waistband of his jeans and push my intrepid, greedy hands inside, urging him on and on forgetting everything, except us.
"You're going to unman me, Baby," he whispers suddenly, breaking away from me and kneeling up. He flips be round so I am on all fours,
"You want me, baby, and I sure as hell want you. You know what to do."
Leaning against , he rubs his stubble against back, and slowly, he enters me.
"You are the best thing ever to happen to me baby ," he breathes, moving at an achingly leisurely pace, savoring every inch of me.
"Please,  Luke faster," I murmur, wanting more, now.
"Oh no, baby. I need this slow." He kisses me sweetly, gently biting my lower lip and absorbing my soft moans.
I move my hands into his hair pulling him against me and surrender myself to his rhythm as slowly and surely my body climbs higher and higher and plateaus, then falls hard and fast as I come around him.
"Oh, Katie ," he breathes as he lets go, my name a benediction on his lips as he  finds his release.
"I love you baby" he said kissing my back.
I turn round so the both of us are laying on our backs.
His head rests on my belly, his arms wrapped around me. My fingers forage in his unruly hair, and we lie like this for I don't know how long.  I am so tired, but I just want to enjoy the quiet serene after-glow of making love with Luke, because that's what we've done, gentle, sweet lovemaking.. With all the fucked-up stuff, I am losing sight of his simple, honest journey with me.
"I will never get enough of you. Don't leave me," he murmurs and kisses my belly.
"I won't ever leave you baby, come on let's grab a shower before everyone gets back.