Come Away with Me
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“Don’t make promises you can’t keep.”
“Oh honey, trust me, that’s a promise I can definitely keep.”
I pick at an imaginary piece of lint on my red sundress. I’m wearing a soft blue denim jacket over it because of the weather and brown peep-toe sandals.
“Prove it.”
He whips his head toward me and narrows his eyes. “Excuse me?”
“You heard me,” I whisper and pull the hem of my dress up around the tops of my thighs, thrumming my fingers against my already sensitive flesh.
“You want to fuck in the car on the way to meet my parents?” His voice is incredulous, but his eyes are on fire and his breathing is shallow.
“Yes, please.”
He takes the next exit off the freeway and parks behind a strip mall. It’s heavily lined with dense trees, and there is no traffic behind the long building.
He parks at the far end and shuts the car off, and pulls me over the console and into his lap; one hand dives into my hair and the other under my hemline and cups my ass.
“You are so fucking sexy. I want you all the time.”
“I want you too.”
I’m panting and needy, and I want him in me now.
“Straddle me, baby.” Luke shifts the seat back with the automatic button, and I lean back against the steering wheel as he unzips his pants, freeing his erection.
He cups my ass in both hands, pulls my thong panties to the side and lowers me onto him.
“Fuck yes, Luke.”
“Argh!”
I move up and down violently in the small confines of the car. His hands stay on my ass, guiding me, our eyes locked and mouths open, gasping for air.
“Fuck, I’m gonna come.”
“Yes, baby, come for me.”
I grind against him once, twice and then explode, milking his cock with my muscles and I feel him come apart beneath me, emptying into me.
I lean forward, resting my forehead against his as our breathing calms.
“Holy shit, Nat, that was just a little unexpected.”
I pull up off of him and climb back over to my seat, straightening my dress.
“It turns me on to watch you drive.”
“Well, hell, let’s go on lots of road trips, baby.” I laugh and realize that it also helped to calm some of my nerves.
Luke zips himself up, rights his seat and starts the car.
***
We arrive at his parent’s home a few moments later, just a few minutes late. I check my hair and makeup in the mirror, noting my bright eyes and rosy cheeks, compliments of a very satisfying bout of car sex.
“Nervous?” he asks me.
“Yes,” I admit and offer him a smile.
He leans over the console and takes my chin between his thumb and forefinger and gives me a gentle kiss.
“They’re going to love you. You have nothing to be nervous about.”
“I hope you’re right.”
“Come on.”
He hops out of the car and comes around to open my door for me before leading me up to the entrance of the large, beautiful home.
The house is a white colonial style home with manicured lawns and beautiful, colorful flower beds.
“Does your mom garden?” I ask.
“Yes,
she’s
passionate
about
flowers,” he responds and I can’t help but smirk. “What?”
“Like her son. My living room could rival her rose garden right now.”
He laughs as we approach the door and kisses my hand. “Are you complaining?”
“Not in the least.”
The red door opens and a very small, petite blonde woman greets us with a huge smile.
“Oh, Darling, you’re here!” Luke leans down so she can kiss his cheek and gives her a warm hug.
“Hi, mom. I’d like you to meet Natalie Conner.”
“Natalie, it is such a pleasure.
Welcome to our home.” She shakes my hand warmly and I instantly like her.
“Thank you for having me, Mrs.
Williams.”
“Please, call me Lucy. Come in, you two.”
We follow her through the vast foyer, toward the back of the house, which I assume is where the kitchen is. I briefly glimpse a formal living area with white furniture and a large formal dining room. Luke is still holding my hand and kisses my knuckles. I gaze up at him and he smiles warmly down at me, clearly happy to have me here.
Damn, he’s pretty.
“Luke and Natalie are here!” Lucy announces as we enter the eat-in kitchen. The kitchen is beautiful and large, in brown and bronze tones. The countertops are all dark brown granite, the appliances are stainless steel and the stove is enormous. Any chef would covet this kitchen. There is a casual dining area, opening up to a family room with a large television and plush, inviting furniture in more shades of brown, copper and bronze.
It’s incredible and comfortable.
“Welcome, Natalie.” A very tall blonde man is busy working in the kitchen. He wipes his hands on a towel and comes around the island toward me.
“We’re so happy to meet you.”
“Nat, this is my dad, Neil.”
“I’m delighted to meet you, sir.” He shakes my hand firmly and his kind blue eyes smile at me. Luke is a dead-ringer for his father.
Luke’s younger brother, Mark, who also looks like his father and older brother, is helping Neil in the kitchen.
“’Sup Natalie.”
“You must be Mark.” I smile at him and he nods.