Cara dropped the hand that was holding the fabric of her dress to her breasts, letting the silk slide down her body until it pooled around her feet. She tucked the strands of her hair that blew around her face, behind her ears and closed her eyes when his fingertips traveled around the curve of her hips to her bare ass cheeks.
Luke let out a sigh when the dress fell from her body. She stood before him in an ivory strapless bra and a lacy thong that reminded him of pearls. His hands caressed her ass before he bent down and pressed his lips to the slope of her back where the lace of her underwear hid just one of the tattoos he would discover tonight. He took hold of her hips and gently turned her around, needing desperately to see her face.
Cara turned at his command and stepped out of the dress that pooled around her ankles. She opened her eyes and they met his. She placed her hands on his shoulders and stepped between his legs. Every thought fled her mind, it didn’t matter that they were outside on a balcony, it didn’t matter how they got to this moment, all, that mattered was the here and now. Just two people who had known one another a long time. They were two people who grieved the same loss, two people who were once broken. They were two people who may not have planned on one another, but right there, they were all either of them ever needed.
She brought one knee to rest on the chaise beside his as she dipped her head and pressed her lips to the side of his jaw, letting her mouth travel the length of his chiseled jaw before she cupped his face in her hands and let her lips find his. She kissed him softly at first, reveling in the way his lips clung to hers. Her tongue licked the seam of his lips. He opened his mouth and his tongue met hers half way. Her taste was ecstasy to his palette. He brought his hands to her face, holding her to his lips as her tongue invaded his mouth. She took her time kissing him, licking him, nibbling on his bottom lip.
He brought her onto his lap, her legs wrapping around his waist as she controlled the kiss. Luke tried not to linger on the fact that her sweet pussy was grinding into him as she fucked his mouth with her tongue. There was no other way to describe it, the gentleman in him tried too, but the way her tongue dove inside, the sensuous laps it took to savor his taste, there was no other way to describe the way Cara kissed him.
Cara ran her fingers through his hair, tugging forcefully before she let go and pulled back. He moved her hair behind her shoulder and leaned forward, his open mouth finding her collarbone as her fingers attacked the buttons of his shirt. She wasn’t sure who panted, but by the pounding in her chest, she assumed it was her. Luke’s teeth grazed her neck, causing her to moan in pleasure as she spread open his shirt with trembling fingers. Her hands roamed his chest hungrily and she dipped her head pressing her mouth to one of his nipples. She wanted her tongue to taste every inch of him. Her delicate fingertips took on a life of their own and moved downward over his abdomen where he had the slightest dusting of hair that dipped into his pants, like a map to the goods that strained against her radiating heat. She rocked herself against his erection, teasing the both of them.
Luke groaned and flipped her onto the chaise so that she lay along the length of it. He stood up, removing his shirt as he stared down at her. She bent her legs, planting her feet on the lounge as she looked up at him. Her mouth was swollen and her hair was sprawled out against the back of the chair. The moonlight played with her eyes, making them even more gorgeous in the darkness, if that was even possible.
Cara swallowed as she watched him stare at her body. The way he looked at her made her belly heat with something she forgot she could feel. Her eyes followed him as he walked to the front of the chaise and kneeled before her. His palms splayed over her kneecaps, his eyes never leaving hers as his hands slid down her silky thighs. His fingers hooked in the lace of her thong and with steady hands, he pulled the skimpy fabric down the length of her legs.
She watched with hooded eyes, unable to tear her eyes from him as he spread her legs wide. She licked her lips in anticipation. She waited for what seemed like an eternity for him to move or to say something. Luke moaned in appreciation as he stared at her bare sex that opened for him. He let his finger skim the seam of her pussy before he delved in, slipping just one finger between her slick folds.
“You’re so wet.” He said gruffly as he slipped a second finger inside her. Her body arched instantly trying to bring him as deep as he could possibly go. “So fucking wet…” He withdrew his fingers causing a small strangled moan to escape from her lips.
“More.” She pleaded, spreading her legs even wider.