“Shut up and kiss me.” She answered, pulling his mouth back to hers.
“Tell me when to stop.” He said between kisses. She arched herself against him, rubbing herself against his abdomen, letting out a small cry when she felt herself heat at the friction one little movement sparked. He squeezed her ass pressing her core against him. He leaned over and flicked on the lamp that rested on the end table, deciding the light from the Christmas tree wasn’t enough, as she peppered kisses along the base of his neck. The last time he had her body in front of him, his for the taking, he was in a dark room with only a screen saver on a computer for light. This time he wanted to see her, all of her. His hands gripped her hips and he maneuvered her onto the couch before making his way to the floor in front of her. He kneeled between her legs, making them eye level. Their breathing was hitched and raspy as she grabbed fistfuls of his shirt and began to tug it up over his spectacular chest. Her fingers began to fumble as she stared at his impeccable bare chest just a slight dusting of hair that trailed into his jeans, a happy trail she decided and bit down on her lip. He took over and pulled the rest of his shirt over his head.
He brushed the strands of hair away that had fallen from her messy bun that was on top of her head and stared into her eyes, remembering a time not too long ago when he wished he could have those eyes staring at him again like they were right now. He cupped the back of her neck and leaned into her trailing kisses along her jaw. Her hands gripped his shoulders, sliding down his biceps. His lips moved from her jaw to her neck where he kissed thoroughly until he reached the neckline of her sweater. He pulled away and watched as she lifted her arms above her head. She gave his questioning eyes a slight nod and he slowly began to peel the fabric over her body, revealing all the skin he dreamed of night after night. The fabric strained at her heaving breasts that were begging to be freed from the confines of her bra. When he finally pulled her sweater over her head, he threw it onto the floor beside him and took her in. He took every inch of her in, from the purple lace bra, to the tattoo that peeked out of the waistband of her jeans. He even took notice of her belly button making a mental note to dip his tongue into it for a taste when he explored her luscious body. He reached down and rearranged his straining erection that was bulging against his jeans before he leaned over and turned on the lamp on the end table.
It felt like it had been a lifetime since she last felt turned on. She could feel her breasts swell, aching to be fondled. Her panties damp in anticipation of what would come. She pictured him naked, between her legs, his cock teasing her and then she heard herself whimper. She opened her eyes and looked into his. He was patient but she could tell his control was teetering on the edge. She wanted to give herself to him. She was living in the moment, her brain shut off, only feeling desire for the man before her, the man who had picked up the pieces of her shattered being and reawakened the woman inside her.
She reached behind her back and with her eyes, she warned him to pay close attention. She could tell by the feral look in his eyes that he already knew he was about to get a piece of her. She unsnapped her bra and drew the straps down her arms.
The moment her bra dropped away from her body, he squeezed her thighs in the palms of his hand, an instant reaction to her full breasts, standing at attention. She braced her hands on the sides of the couch and leaned back, pushing her chest out towards him. Her nipples erect and begging for his mouth, his tongue, heck his hands would do.
“Christ, Cara…” He swallowed hard against the lump in his throat and tried desperately to find his voice.
“Touch me, Luke.” She all but begged.
His hands lifted from her thighs and he cupped her breasts in the palms of his hands. He watched her face intently as he tweaked her nipple between his fingers. She closed her eyes and arched her back while a soft moan escaped her plump lips.
Luke bent his head to take her nipple in his mouth when he heard footsteps. He pulled back and Cara’s eyes fluttered open.
“What’s the matter?” She asked breathlessly. He grabbed her sweater off the floor and pushed it into her lap before he stood up and began to pull his shirt over his head not bothering to turn it right side out.
“Ava’s awake.” He mumbled as the shirt went over his head, muffling his voice.
Cara’s eyes widened as she scrambled to put her shirt on, shoving the bra under the cushion of the couch. A hundred realities that she had pushed out of her mind suddenly hit her at once.
“Daddy?” Ava called from the top of the stairs. Luke stared up the length of the staircase to the landing where she stood groggily with Benny at her feet.
“What’s the matter, sweetheart?” He asked, bracing his arm on the banister.