Chapter Forty-Six (Love Won't Let Me Wait)

Previously, on "Memoirs Of A City Girl":
Ch. 45 (I'll Stand By You)
-Brad called to let me know that Luke's dad was dead.
-To my surprise, he asked me to check on Luke.
-I wasn't even sure if he'd want to speak to me, but
Brad said, "He will...once he sees you."
-Once Brad offered to take care of Nikki while I was
gone, I decided to visit Luke.
-As I passed the Bridgeport bridge, I became
flooded by memories of that day when I almost jumped.
-It made me wonder if it was guilt or Luke that saved my
life and brought me back to the city I grew up in.
-When I arrived at Luke's door, he took me in his arms
and carried me inside.
-We embraced silently for a while until he was once again
reminded of his father's death.
-They found his body in his car, parked in the firestation
with a gunshot wound to the chest and mouth, suspecting suicide.
-Luke's grief turned into fury, refusing to believe that
his father could take his own life.
-Quietly, I wiped the tears off his face and helped him blow
his nose.
-He whispered, "I need you...I need you so bad."

*Graphic sexual content, strong language, nudity*



Location: 1557 Memorial Parkway
Date: Tuesday, 11/8/2011
Time: 8:40 p.m.

Despite the urgent need to escape this whirlpool of hot, electric energy slowly dissolving everything else in sight, including my own ability to reason, I find myself clinging to Luke. Clinging to his strong, warm body; clinging to the thin thread of common sense that's keeping me from being swallowed alive---clinging to the only person in my life I've ever truly been able to count on. This thing that we have---this so called friendship---may be the only thing that has kept us from letting go. And just sink. Sink into deep longings from a lost time; sink into an ocean where we can be free to express everything that we've held back. 

Slowly, slowly, I feel the thread being pulled from the unshakeable weight of our reunion, unveiling everything we have suppressed all these years, yielding to the cries of our hearts and bodies. I need you...I need you so bad. I hear his voice echo in my mind over and over again. 

Without words, I pull back slightly to take in his face---the weary, ruggedly handsome face trying to stay strong but unable to fight grief on his own any longer. His eyes---flickering like emerald flames dancing inside a dim crystal vase---have never looked so fragile and vulnerable until now. My heart throbbing with dull ache, I reach out to caress his face. Upon contact with my hand, he trembles, silently waiting---thirsting for more. 

My fingertips follow the ridge of his right cheekbone, moving down to the steep angle of his jaw, lightly squeezing his chin before they painstakingly crawl up his soft lower lip. His mouth parts slightly, trying to catch up with his warm, quickening breath. Watching his thick, black lashes close in on his eyes, I trace every plump crinkle on his upper lip, retracing his lower lip, until I feel them close in on the tip of my index and middle finger. Eyes still closed, he gently sucks on them---my breath escaping in quick gasps.

"The time is right
You hold me tight
And love's got me high
Please tell me yes
And don't say no
Honey, not tonight"

His eyes open in a flash. They lock in on mine, slowly pulling me into a deep, green, bottomless abyss; until there is no other option but to surrender. Like this tiny speck of dust called Earth trying to resist the warmth and gravitational pull of the collosal sun---rational thought becomes futile. The time has come, the universe seems to whisper to me, and I find myself hungering for Luke's lips the way my lungs hunger for oxygen. 

"I need you too," I mutter quietly, grabbing his face until our mouths crash into each other, two stranded supernovas meeting their inevitable collide. Our lips connect like two broken, electrically charged wires; an explosion of hot sparks on contact, sending a shockwave of vibration through all the nerves of my extremities, from head to toe. Unable to form a single coherent word, we simply look at each other in dazzled awe.

"I've waited so long for you," he whispers, "so long..."

"Luke..."

"Let's not fight it anymore, Lyn."

I nod quietly.

"Let me…" He looks at me with such consuming ache that it practically melts away my insides, rendering me helpless. His voice---soaked in such need, drenched with such longing---that all I want to do is make his pain go away, in every possible way I can. "Let me love you."

"Love me," I whimper, biting my lower lip. By the time mutual recognition sinks in, my body takes matters into its own hands and impatiently pushes him on the bed, until I find myself straddling him. Our eyes briefly meet before I lean down to kiss him again, my body pressing and trembling against his. "Please l-love me."

He lets out a deep, primal groan as he grabs my ass and squeezes it tight, almost possessively; his bulging crotch grinding against mine as our tongues slide against each other---searing, moist and lost in desperate breaths. Oh my God. My mind manages to make itself heard amidst the savage beating of my heart, but I can’t possibly stop now. Now that adrenaline has ramped up from zero to a million; now that I’ve stepped into the bubbling waters of intoxicating desire; now that I’ve gotten another taste of Luke’s lips---and I want more.

I sit up straight, still straddling him, and I pull my cotton lavender top over my head. I watch it land quietly on top of the bed, right next to his hips. When my eyes return to his, their wild intensity catches me completely off guard, and for a moment, I become very self-conscious---my breasts nearly spilling out of my pink lace bra. Even though Brad has seen them countless times, there is something about Luke’s gaze that makes me feel so transparent---as if he’s seeing through me---the fragile, guarded contents of my soul.

“Let me see you, Lyn,” he gently coaxes, as if he’s reading my apprehension---and my mind. “It’s okay. Show me the rest of your beautiful body.”

My breath lodged in my throat, I force myself to meet his unrelenting gaze as I timidly unhook my bra, watching it slide down my arms. A cool draft of air brushes my nipples as it washes over the rest of my bare breasts, displayed unabashedly in front of him---rising up and down.

“Oh my God,” he lets out a nearly inaudible gasp as his eyes widen, “I…I can’t even…”

His mere inability to form words does wonders for my confidence, and I find myself giggling when I ask like an awkward, inexperienced schoolgirl, “Do you like them?”

He shakes his head and sarcastically asks, “Do I wear a uniform?”

I snicker. “I guess that’s a yes?”

“God yes,” his eyes devour my breasts again before a sheepish smile forms on his face. “Do me a favor. Touch them for me.”

The mere sound of his voice---deep, velvety with just the right touch of authority---lights a fire deep inside, and without even thinking, my hands slide over my breasts as I continue to probe his eyes. A new rush of raw desire washes over me, taking over my inhibitions, slowly unearthing this neglected vixen that I completely forgot about. Now she’s here, as if she’s been waiting for Luke all along, and she’s tantalizing him; slowly grinding on his crotch, squeezing her breasts together, running her fingertips over her nipples until they pucker into little rose buds.

Shuddering, he can barely keep his eyes open as his hands grip my hips, on the brink of losing control. As he places me on my back---the weight of his warm, hard body pressing mercilessly against mine---he whispers, “I want to taste every inch of you."

"Every inch?" I ask breathlessly.

"Every,” he assures with pure impatience as he unzips my jeans and extricates them from my legs, leaving me with nothing but my matching lace panties. “Damn,” he rids himself of his sweatpants, revealing sexy-ass black boxer briefs. This nearly makes me faint, now that I’m seeing the rest of his chiseled firefighter body for the first time, highlighting his glorious abs, muscular thighs and firm calves. “Inch,” he slides on top of me again; the warmth of our bare skins exchanging heat. He grabs a breast and squeezes it hard before his mouth hungrily finds mine again. 

The soft, warm blanket of his mouth enveloping my nipples sends shooting sparks of electricity down my crotch, causing me to arch my back and moan deeply; unleashing a trickle of heat and moisture within my walls. As my upper body lifts away from the bed in ecstasy, his mouth moves on to the other breast, gently sucking and swirling his tongue around the painfully erect nipple. Squeezing the other breast with his hand, his tongue slides to my sternum; licking between the mounds of soft flesh before it travels to my neck, drowning me in shivers as it leaves a wet trail in its wake.

“Are you okay?” He asks as he plants impossibly tender kisses all over my face; following the angle of my jawline, sucking on my chin, playfully biting my lower lip, licking the length of my upper lip; rubbing his nose with mine in an Eskimo kiss. His lips linger on one cheek---then the other---one eyelid, then the other.

“Y-yes,” is all that I can effectively mutter at this point, since my body has turned into complete jello, ravaged by Luke’s hands and mouth.

“Good,” he murmurs as his tongue follows the path to my navel, “because I’m nowhere near done with you.” 

My body sinks into the soft confines of the bed, completely entranced by Luke’s breathing; his scent, his skillful yet intuitive way of exploring every inch of me. Just like he promised.
The way he caresses my arms; his tongue’s fervent journey into the curve of my feet---greeting every single toe; his hand’s discovery of the uneven valley of my legs and thighs, the subtle dip of my belly, the trench that leads to the slope of my lower back, the sensitive nape of my neck, the rounded hills of my ass and the sweaty depths of my groin. When he finally takes off my panties, which is now thoroughly soaked, he takes a moment to hold it up to his face and smell it.

This very act is so unexpected and so strangely erotic, that I don’t even care if I haven’t shaved---or trimmed---in weeks. Normally, I would try to hide that part of myself like I first did with Brad, but with Luke---there is nowhere to hide. He has seen me at my lowest. He has delivered the cold, hard truth even when I hated it---and hated him for it. He slowly helped me pick up the broken pieces of my life and self-esteem. He knows me. He truly knows me. And it’s this very same candid, reckless worship of my body that shreds whatever ounce of apprehension I have left.

I lay on the bed quietly as I search his face. He continues to devour every inch of my body with his eyes before they stop at my most private part. The bare, moist part that’s aching for his mouth, for his hands; to be filled with all of him until my thoughts cease to exist. Slowly, I spread my legs as I hold myself up, letting him explore my warm folds with his eyes, to his heart’s content.

Licking his lips, he shakes his head in utter fascination, proclaiming, “God, Lyn. You’re a…you’re a fucking goddess.”

“You make me this way,” I smile shyly, lowering my lashes at him, already knowing how much he loves this innocent vixen repertoire. Before he can even ask, I reach down and touch myself, spreading my legs wider; tilting my head back as I explore my own soft, wet flesh, hoping his tongue will follow my lead.

“Fuck.” Breathing raggedly, he takes my hand and orders, “On the floor. Sit on my face. Now.”

The moment I straddle his face---his warm, wet tongue probing through my already soaked folds---I cry out in sheer, agonized pleasure. My thighs quiver as I savor his mouth devouring me with fierce hunger, licking up and down, side to side; flicking and teasing my oh-so-sensitive button with his magic wand of a tongue. I am at his absolute, complete mercy as his hands move up and down my thighs; squeezing, caressing, grabbing while his tongue darts in and out of my flooded walls---buzzing, penetrating, in total control of my pleasure. I thought Brad was good, but fuck. Luke not only speaks the language of a woman’s pussy, he damn near invented it.

"Mmmm...so wet...so sweet..." Inbetween frantic breaths, he slows down his tempo by deliberately, painstakingly, running his tongue up and down the length of my slit, from the swollen opening all the way up to the stiff bud; my juices smeared all over his humble, beautiful face. "Let me hear you. Don't hold back. Don't you dare hold back on me."

"Eat it,” I moan desperately, barely able to hold myself up, “eat it.”

"Come on, Lyn. Say what you’re really thinking.”

"Eat my pussy," I demand, almost pleading; my thighs uncontrollably shaking as his tongue switches back and forth between flicking my clit with the most precise pressure and stabbing its way deep inside. “God yeah, eat my pussy. Don’t stop. Don’t stop.”

“Mmm, that’s it. Ride my face, baby.”

I grab his head and bury it between my legs, nearly suffocating him, as the warm, slippery, buttery friction between my crotch and his mouth climb to an insurmountable peak. Ramping up the frantic tingles and riot of nerve endings multiplying deep inside, he sets my whole lower body on fire. Hips jerking, back arched, eyes slamming shut; my body explodes without warning as he continues to lick and probe like a rabid animal, prolonging my climax with such earth-shattering, mind-numbing intensity that I can no longer tell if this is an orgasm---or a near-death experience. "H-holy…fucking…s-shit…"

Unable to hold my weight any longer as my internal muscles continue to contract, I roll over on my side. Luke turns to face me on the floor, watching my body continue to tremble quietly. He smiles as he wipes the beads of sweat clinging to my forehead, peeling the sticky strands of hair away from my face. In the quiet stillness of the room---protected from the dust of snow falling from plump gray clouds, peeking from the frosted windows---I become hypnotized by the sound of our breaths mingling.

“So beautiful,” he whispers, reaching out to caress my face tenderly.

“So are you,” I whisper back, my heart throbbing as I search his heavy green eyes. Never in my life have I felt this…this close to anyone. Never in my life have I felt such searing need---it’s so overwhelming it hurts. Overcome by my own surge of emotions, tears roll down my face.

“Don’t cry.” Pulling me in his arms, he squeezes me tight, as if I’m a dream he never wants to wake up from. Amidst my sobs, he smooths down my hair and strokes my back, kissing me all over my face. “Please don’t cry.”

As my sobs subside, his mouth eventually finds mine. I can feel a shift in his body as he presses himself on me; his hot breath smearing my face; his tongue dancing with mine, probing deeper into my throat. He takes one look at me, his eyes drugged with desire, and asks, “Are you ready for me?”

I nod quietly.

My hand reaches for his boxer briefs and tug until they are completely off him. The sight of his erection nearly makes me gasp, seeing it for the first time. Holy crap. No wonder Brad is jealous. Impatiently, I reach out to feel his hard length. I can barely close my fingers around it and this makes me smile in delight. I watch him suck in his breath at my touch, the way my fingers explore his warm, smooth skin; feeling the hot blood circulate through the protruding veins. As I stroke and squeeze him up and down, I gently guide him between my legs. His eyes lock in on mine as he slowly enters me---letting me feel every single, throbbing, thick inch.

"Do you feel me, Lyn?" He asks hoarsely as he gently picks up his thrusts, careful not to hurt me. "Do you feel me inside you?"

"Y-yes...I...I...f-feel you..." Words fail me as I wrap my legs around his waist, absorbing every single depth of his thrust, tearing into my walls like a jumbo jet trying to pass through a car tunnel, scraping its way in. The more he moves, the more I yield, until the pain subsides and all I feel is the frantic beating of my heart---and the delicious, moist, tight, silky friction of our hot skins. "Oh my God, I feel you."

"I n-need you..." His voice starts to crack, forcing him to avoid my gaze. At that point, I know the despair has come back to haunt him, reminding him that his father is gone. I can feel his body tremble as he continues to move inside me, but his tears escape, falling on my breasts like warm raindrops. "I need you...so fucking m-much..."

I reach out to gently caress his face, wiping his tears away as I search his swollen eyes. When they finally meet mine, I whisper lovingly, “It’s okay. I’m here, baby. Shhh…it’s okay.”

"I need your love so desperately
And only you can set me free
When I make love to you
We'll explode in ecstasy
And I won't take the blame
That love won't let me wait"

Without a sound, he picks me up off the wooden floor and carries me towards the kitchen. Right in front of the stove, he bends me over and spreads my legs. The suddenness of it sends my pulse racing, shooting another spark of electricity towards my crotch.

“The stove, huh?” I giggle.

“You have no idea,” he breathes into my ear as he reaches down to stroke my still-moist flesh, “how many times I fantasized about this. With you.”

“Mmm…while you were wanking?”

“Heck yeah. Just thinking about you...God…”

 “Getting fucked from behind?” Crap. It slips out faster than I can even think. I cover my mouth in shock, but there’s a part of me that’s insanely turned on by the sheer bluntness of it. And it’s all Luke’s fault.

“Oh my God,” he shudders, “you just---”

I playfully rub my ass against his massive erection, interrupting him with my most angelic voice. “Made you rock hard?”

“You’re such a bad little girl,” he mutters as he caresses my body. His hands possessively grab my breasts, squeezing them, before they travel down my hips and stroke the length of my thighs. “Now stick your ass out for daddy.”

Holy shit. That word. Brad used to say that. Still recovering from my shock, I quietly do what Luke says.

“So he thought he was your daddy, huh?” He leans closer until his breath is soaking through my ear. “Well, I have some news for him.”

“And…what’s that?” I swallow, my pulse racing again as I brace my buck naked self against the cold, stainless steel stove.

Grabbing my hips---he parts my legs wider with his knees and enters me from behind. He leans down to kiss the side of my neck as he whispers, “I’m your real daddy.”

I gasp, but more surprisingly, at the sudden gush of warm moisture meeting his deep, long thrusts. How can I argue? How can I possibly make an attempt at rationality when the person that I’ve always believed to be a gentleman is now the very same person that makes Brad look like a timid school boy? This side of Luke is truly unnerving, but it’s also the sexiest, hottest, most dominant and most desirable side I’ve ever seen. There’s no denying it---my body knows it, my heart knows it.

“You know it’s true,” he hisses between his teeth as he speeds up his thrusts--- squeezing my ass before I hear a loud SMACK---causing me to moan louder. “Who’s your real daddy?”

“Mmmm…you are,” I gyrate against him, not wanting to miss a single inch, burying him deep inside. “Spank my ass again, daddy.”

“Mother of---“ This causes him to pulsate and pump wildly; pulling my hair with one hand while grabbing my hip with the other. He smacks my ass again, so hard that I whimper in pain but I continue to grind against him---squeezing all of him with my walls. “Oh shit,” he murmurs as he shoots a hot stream of thick liquid inside, “Lyn…I’m…I’m…c-coming…”

Immediately, he picks me up and places me on the granite countertop. The smooth, cold surface of the porous slab instantly cools off my back, nearly making me jump with its contrast to my sweaty, steamy body. I find myself surrounded by familiar items used for cooking; wooden spatulas, a blender, a wooden knife block teeming with sharp objects, a soap dispenser, a roll of paper towel and naturally---a small carton of Luke’s unfinished protein drink. I never thought I’d see the day when I'd become his dinner; like a piece of thick, marbled, ribeye steak fresh from the butcher. Ready to be seasoned.

The mere sight of Luke getting on his knees and parting my legs sends me into a panic, being reminded that there’s still a part of him that’s marinating inside me----viscous, hot and very, very potent. Every cell in my body knows it. "L-Luke...what are you doing?"

"I wanna suck our juices out of you,” he whispers, biting his lower lip with twinkling eyes, “while you're coming."

"Oh my God..."

"There's no turning back.” He searches my eyes for the last time before diving in. With my thighs wrapped around his neck, he hungrily buries his face between my legs; lapping between the swollen folds, darting his stiff tongue in and out of my walls and moving it to my throbbing button, quick and light like the delicate wings of a hummingbird. I can feel the hot liquid coming out of me, but he continues to push it in with this tongue; my pool of moisture joining with his like magma finally leaking from the surface of a volcano. “This pussy is mine. Understand?"

"Y-yes. It's all y-yours." I choke on my own words as I blindly run my fingers through his thick, brown hair. My senses heightened---pushed and elevated into such a raw, primal state---drowning in pure erotic instinct. If heaven exists, this must be it. This is the place that transcends animal urges, human need and spiritual longing. This is the place where they all merge, creating a feeling of complete and utter humility. The realization that someone understands me, truly understands me. It’s nothing short of magic. "Mmmm...keep going."

"Mmm...look at it dripping down your ass."

"L-Luke! What are you---" I try to push his face away, but I’m no match for his strength. His tongue finds the tight, puckered secret of my ass. "Oh, fuck."

"Shhhh...you never had that licked before?"

"No..."

"Good,” he smiles wickedly. With his tongue probing my ass, he enters me with his index and middle finger, prodding and scraping the upper part of my walls. “Then you probably never came like this before, either."

"L-Lucas...Lucas! Lucas!!” I buck, my hips convulsing, toes curled, painfully aware that I just lost control of my bladder. "Oh my God, I’m so sorry."

“For what, baby?” He looks up at me, his face drenched in something I can’t quite describe.

“I think I just peed on you…I’m sorry.”

He chuckles and quickly licks his lips. “Trust me, it’s not pee.”

I remain plastered on the countertop, unable to move. Whatever that explosion was, it sent all the nerve endings in my body into a frenzy---blanketing me with an electric buzz from my scalp, to the tip of my fingers, all the way down the tip of my toes. After wiping his face with a kitchen towel, Luke helps me sit up and observes, "You're shaking..." 

I nod quietly.

"You okay?" He asks, gently lifting my chin up with his hand until I finally find the courage to look into his pale green eyes. They’re still clouded with grief, but there’s a depth of tenderness in them, a sort of warmth from the afterglow of beautiful, wonderful release. In his eyes I see myself. I see Emma. And I see Jesse.

Without warning, I become submerged in all of the feelings, the love, the passion, the history and the unbearable, tragic loss. Without warning, I find myself falling in love with this man in front of me.

Unable to withstand the intensity of his gaze, I look away again. "I'm just..."

"Scared?"

"T-terrified."

"It's okay," he leans in to give me a soft, lingering kiss, "so am I..."

"And I refuse to leave
Till I see the morning sun
Creep through your 
Window pane
'Cause love won't
Let me wait"

*Copyright 2013 Lyn C.S.*
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Author's Note: God, this was a tough chapter to write. I got hit by the worst case of writer's block. I wanted it to be perfect, almost to the point where I was afraid to write it. lol Anyway, I hope you guys enjoyed. It's definitely been a long time coming for Lyn and Luke.

And a special thanks to Karri for this awesome pic. It brought some much-needed inspiration. :)



"Love Won't Let Me Wait" Cover by John Legend
Original by Major Harris
Video by: Dorothea Joseph