Spicy, Sacred and Intimate

Chapter 1

June:

I stood at the kitchen counter with my hands wrapped around a mug of tea that had gone cold hours ago. The clock on the wall ticked past midnight and the house felt too quiet. Luke was supposed to be home by ten. I kept telling myself he was just caught up at work again, but the old fear kept whispering that maybe he did not want to come home to me anymore, that he would have preferred to stay anywhere but by my side.

The front door opened and closed softly. I heard his keys hit the bowl by the door and the sound of his shoes being kicked off. My heart started beating faster even though I told it to calm down. His footsteps moved through the living room and then he appeared in the doorway, loosening his tie with one hand.

“June,” he said, voice low and tired. “You are still up. I thought that you would be asleep by now.”

I set the mug down and turned to face him. “I couldn’t sleep. I figured to wait for you. You know, you are my husband and I wouldn’t want you to come home to find me sleeping.”

He stepped closer, studying my face like he was trying to read something written there. “I am sorry I am late again. The meeting ran over and then traffic was a nightmare. I am sorry I didn’t call.”

“It’s okay,” I said, though the words came out flat. He could have called, he chose not to.

Luke stopped a few feet away. “No, it is not. I can see it on your face. You have been waiting up worrying and I hate that I keep doing this to you. I really can’t help it. You know, with everything that I need to work on, I am sorry.”

I swallowed hard. "” just... I miss you. Even when you are here it feels like you are somewhere else. It no longer feels like the two of us are together. And you know that we’re no longer connected either.”

He ran a hand through his hair and let out a long breath. “I miss you too. More than you know. I have been trying to fix things at the office so I can be home more, but every time I think I am getting ahead something else piles on, and I need to work hard. You know that I am the provider here.”

“I am not asking you to choose between your job and me, and I cannot neglect what you’re doing for the family…” I whispered, looking down at my feet. “I just want to feel like I matter to you too.”

“You matter more than anything.” Luke said, closing the distance between us as he walked toward me. “I have been a shit husband lately and I know it. I should have told you how much I love you every single day instead of letting the silence grow between us. I am sorry for that.”

“I was scared that you would have stopped wanting me.” I whispered.

“I want you so much it hurts sometimes.” He whispered, leaning in. “I just forget to show it sometimes…”

He pulled me into his arms and I let myself lean against his chest. His heartbeat was steady under my ear. One of his hands rubbed slow circles on my back while the other cradled the back of my head.

“I need you, Luke.” I whispered, biting down my bottom lip.

“Well, I am here now.” He said softly… “Tell me what you need.”

I lifted my face to look at him. “I need you to touch me like you used to. Like I am the only thing that matters. I need to feel you. I want to feel you,”

Luke's eyes darkened. He cupped my face with both hands and kissed me, slow and deep, his tongue sliding against mine like he was trying to memorize the taste. I melted into him, my hands fisting in his shirt.

He broke the kiss just long enough to lift me onto the counter. My legs parted and he stepped between them, pressing close. His mouth moved down my neck, kissing and sucking gently at the skin there.

“God, I have missed this,” he breathed against my throat. “I missed hearing you moan my name… missed your heat. Feeling you around me.”

My fingers worked at the buttons of his shirt until it hung open. I pushed it off his shoulders and ran my palms over his chest, feeling the warmth of his skin. Luke tugged my nightgown up and over my head, leaving me bare except for my panties.

He stepped back for a moment to look at me. “You’re so fucking beautiful, do you know that?”

I reached for his belt and unbuckled it, then unzipped his pants. He helped me push them down along with his boxers. His cock sprang free, already hard and thick. I wrapped my fingers around it and stroked slowly, watching his face.

Luke groaned and thrust into my hand. “Fuck… fuck, baby… keep going.”

I leaned forward and kissed the head of his cock, then took him into my mouth. My tongue swirled around him as I sucked, taking him deeper with each bob of my head. Luke's hands tangled in my hair, guiding me gently.

“Look at me,” he said. “I want to see your eyes while you suck my dick. I want to see how much you need me. I want you to look me in the eye as I fuck your mouth.”

I looked up at him through my lashes, keeping my mouth full of him. His gaze was intense and full of heat. He thrust shallowly into my mouth, careful not to go too deep. I let out a low moan and that was when he pulled his dick out of my mouth.

“What?”

“I want to be inside you.” He said hoarsely. “I want to feel how wet you are around my dick.”

He hooked his fingers in my panties and pulled them down my legs. I was already wet, my pussy aching for him. Luke lined himself up and pushed inside me in one slow thrust. I gasped at the stretch, my walls clenching around him.

“Fuck, Luke…”

He started moving, pulling almost all the way out before sliding back in deep. Each thrust dragged against that perfect spot inside me. His hands gripped my hips, holding me steady as he fucked me on the counter.

“Talk to me,” he panted. “Tell me how it feels. Tell me how much you love my dick inside you. Scream my name, baby.”

“So good, you feel so good…” I gasped. “You fill me so perfectly. I missed this. Missed feeling you inside me. Fuck, don’t stop… please don’t stop.”

Luke leaned in and kissed me again, his tongue matching the rhythm of his cock. One of his hands slid between us to rub my clit in tight circles. Pleasure built fast and hot in my belly.

“I love you,” he whispered against my lips.

The words hit something deep inside me. A memory flashed of scrolling through old messages, wondering if anyone would ever choose me. My chest tightened and my rhythm faltered, my heart aching as I tried to believe him.

Luke noticed right away. He slowed his thrusts and cupped my face. “Stay with me, baby. You are safe. I am right here and I choose you every single day. I am not going anywhere.”

I nodded, and though the fear didn’t pass, I allowed myself to give into his touch. His steady gaze and the feeling of him inside me anchored me back in the present. The trigger faded and I started moving with him again.

“That is it,” he encouraged. “Come back to me. Stay with me…”

His fingers worked my clit faster and his cock hit deeper with each thrust. The orgasm crashed over me suddenly, my pussy clenching hard around him as I cried out his name. My whole body shook with the force of it.

Luke groaned and thrust harder, chasing his own release. “Fuck, June, I am going to cum!”

He buried himself deep and I felt his cock pulse as he filled me with hot cum. We stayed locked together, breathing hard, his forehead pressed to mine.

He lifted me off the counter and carried me to the bedroom, still inside me. We fell into bed together and he rolled us so I was on top. I started moving again, riding him slow and deep while he watched my face with so much love it made my throat tight.

“This is what I want,” he said. “You. Us. Every night like this.”

I leaned down and kissed him, pouring everything I felt into it. His hands roamed my body, touching me like I was precious.

“Really?” I asked, and he nodded. “You want me every night?”

“Yes,” he whispered. “And I know that we are going to be okay,” he said softly. “I promise.”

Chapter 2

Luke:

I woketo the soft press of June’s body against mine and the faint morning lightfiltering through the curtains. Her leg draped over my hip and her breathwarmed my neck. Last night still lingered in every muscle, the way she hadopened for me, the way her voice had cracked when she came. My cock stirredagain just thinking about it, just thinking about how much I knew she neededme, she wanted me.

I slidmy hand down her back, slow and careful, tracing the dip of her spine until mypalm cupped her ass. She stirred but did not pull away. I pressed a kiss to hertemple. “Morning, baby.”

“Morning,”she murmured, voice still thick with sleep. “I could cuddle in your arms forhours,”

Irolled her gently onto her back and settled between her thighs. My cock restedheavy against her belly. “I want you again. Right now. I am so fucking turnedon for you. I really do need you, baby.”

Hereyes opened, soft and trusting. “I am still sore from last night. I