Come Away with Me
Page 42He cups the back of my neck in his hand and smoothes it down my spine, hovering for a moment over my tattoo, watching his own hand’s progression, and his breathing increases. He pulls my hips back so I’m bent over and I just can’t stop watching his beautiful, expressive face as he touches me.
Finally he runs a single finger down my bottom and slips it inside me.
“Oh, Luke.”
“Baby, you’re so ready.” I feel him position the head of his cock on my lips and slowly, oh so slowly, push inside me. His eyes meet mine in the mirror as he pushes farther until he’s buried completely in my folds.
“Spank me.” Fuck! Did I just say that?
“What?” He stops, his hands on my hips and he’s gaping at me in the mirror.
“Spank me.”
“You like it rough, baby?” He grins quizzically at me.
“Not until I met you.” His face changes
from
curiosity
to
pure
possession in the matter of seconds and I can’t help but clench around him.
“Fuck, Natalie.” He raises his right hand and brings it down on my buttock.
“Again?” he asks breathlessly.
“Yes.”
He obliges, and I feel the tension beginning low in my belly. My legs clench, and I tighten around him, my orgasm ripping through me.
“Oh baby, yes.” I watch in fascination as Luke tightly closes his eyes and grips my hips harder, his own orgasm pushing through him and he empties himself into me.
He runs that beautiful hand down my back again, his breathing still choppy, and smiles at me in the mirror. “I had no idea you liked it rough.”
“It’s a newly acquired taste.”
He slips out of me, and leans down to kiss the tattoo on my upper thigh, below my buttock and I gasp.
“I think this is the sexiest tattoo you have.”
“You do?”
“Mmm hmm.” He’s tracing it with his finger and chills run up my back.
“Why?”
“Well, it looks fucking sexy.”
“I’m glad you like it.” I grin down at him, still through the mirror.
“I love them all,” he says earnestly, and I can’t help but fall just a little in love with his honest face.
“Oh.” I turn around at his words and he stands up, wrapping his arms around my shoulders and pulling me into a big hug.
“I don’t know what to do with these feelings I’m having for you,” I whisper against his chest.
“We’re just going to take this one day at a time, baby.” He pulls back and gives me his tender kiss.
“Okay, I can do that.”
“Good, let’s get some sleep.” He picks me up in his arms and heads for the bed.
“You know, I can walk.” I laugh and press my face in his neck.
“No need, I have you.”
“I love how strong you are.”
“Do you now?”
“Yes. Speaking of, I have to get up early tomorrow for yoga, and then I have a session at eleven.”
“Okay. Want me to pick you up for lunch?” He pulls the duvet back and lays me down on the bed, climbing in behind me and pulls me into his arms.
“Aren’t you sick of me?”
“Are you sick of me?” He pulls me around so he can see my face.
“Well, no.”
“Okay,” I mumble and curl up into his arms to sleep.
Chapter Fifteen
There are some days that the work just flows. This is, thankfully, one of those days.
It was tough leaving Luke’s bed this morning, but I’m glad I went to yoga to get my blood pumping. I had a relaxed breakfast with Jules, where I filled her in on the weekend events, and I couldn’t even be very mad when my eleven o’clock session was late.
Brad is a hot twenty-one year old with a lot of model potential. He’s got the face and the body, and he’s hired me to help him beef up his portfolio. I usually work with women or couples, but Brad is professional, and sincerely wants to break out into show-biz, and I just couldn’t turn him away.
Not to mention he’s tall, dark and extremely handsome. Not a bad way to spend a few hours out of the day.
We’ve been having a lot of fun all morning. Brad is easily six foot three and completely toned. Not unlike Luke, but I push him to the side of my brain and focus on the job. Where Luke is bronzed and golden, Brad is tanned and dark; dark hair and eyes with a hint of a dark five o’clock shadow on his sculpted jaw.
He’s stripped down to an impossibly small pair of nude boxer briefs that barely cover the essentials, and he’s wrapped from the waist down in a white satin sheet.
“You’re good at this Natalie. It doesn’t even feel like work.”
“Thank you.” I raise the camera to my eye and start clicking. “These sessions should be fun.”
“Are you single?” He asks as he gives the camera a sexy half smile.
“Uh, no.” I frown at him. “No flirting, Brad.”
“Sorry, couldn’t resist. I’m in bed, mostly naked, and a beautiful woman is taking my photo.”