Cheer Up!

The next morning, I woke up not to the shrill beeping of a clock, but something much more pleasant – Luke kissing me all over my stomach. I groggily cracked open my eyes, and smiled down at him. He had pushed my shirt up and was pressing his lips against my navel. He looked up at me and grinned.

“Well, it looks like you’re up,” I murmured.

His golden eyes lit up with mischief. “Oh, I’m up. I’m reeeally up this morning.” He reared up on his knees to show me what he was talking about. I blushed at how far his boxers were poking out because of his arousal. He just gave a naughty laugh and came back down, tugging my pajama pants down with one sharp tug.

“Hey…” I protested weakly, but my words dissolved into moans as he brought his face between my thighs and twirled his tongue there. “Oh…Luke…” I moaned, tangling my fingers into his sapphire locks as he pulled my legs further apart with his hands. I melted back into the bed as he raked his fingers over the curves of my hips. After a few minutes of this treatment, I was about insane with desire.

“Luke, please…I want you…” I begged, looking down at him. He lifted up his face slowly, his lips still shimmering with my wetness. I watched, enraptured, as he tugged down his boxers and then quickly brought himself to meet me, plunging in with one move. I cried out in pleasure, wrapping my thighs around his waist and burying my face in his shoulder.

He thrust in and out of me, groaning. “Man, doing this is so awesome…” he panted out. I just moaned happily, tightening myself around him. “Damn…” he groaned. He pushed himself all the way inside of me, then stayed there, making short, precise strokes.

I was so deliciously close to my orgasm, and the anticipation was almost painfully erotic. I felt like I could explode at any time, as soon as he made just the right move against me. “Angela…I’m gonna come…” he groaned. “Oh…I can’t stop!” He shuddered hard, convulsing against me as he released. I was still not quite there yet, but hovering on the edge, and I squirmed and wiggled underneath him, trying to create the friction I needed. But I was pinned in by his weight, and his body was almost still as he pulsed inside of me, so I couldn’t do it alone.

“Luke…” I begged through gritted teeth, “Give it to me. Hard!”

He gave a low groan as he began bucking into me furiously. “Angela!” he cried, and my voice joined his when I screamed out my pleasure as I finally climaxed. It was the most powerful orgasm I’d ever had, and I pressed up against him, crying out in ecstasy as I savored every second of it. My screams and cries of pleasure almost sounded like sobbing, it was so intense.

After about a minute, I had recovered enough to relax my body down into the bed. Luke panted above me, then rolled off and flopped down next to me. “Whoa…that was so damn hot.”

“Uh huh,” I said, wiping the sweat off my forehead. We turned our heads sideways to face each other, and we both smiled gently. “I love you,” I whispered.

He wiggled a little ways down in the bed, bringing his head level with my shoulder. “I love you too,” he said as he kissed my arm. “I’m gonna love you forever, no matter what!”

I closed my eyes, feeling blissful. We both lay there for a while, just enjoying the afterglow, and then we got up. We both headed for the shower, and I laughed, a little embarrassed. “Come on, we can get in together,” Luke urged, pulling me in with him.

I laced my hands around his neck, gazing up into his gorgeous golden eyes, which almost looked catlike as he looked down on me with them half-lidded. He leaned down to kiss me, and I pulled away suddenly. “What’s wrong?” he asked, surprised.

I handed him the washcloth, my face burning with embarrassment. “You…you have…‘me’ all over your face,” I said, biting my lip. He laughed, taking the washcloth and wetting it, then wiping his face.

“Better?” he asked, and I nodded bashfully, stepping up on my tiptoes and tilting my head up to press my lips to his gently. We pulled apart, and he mussed my hair playfully. “You sure are a strange girl, Angela. A minute ago, you were hollering at me to ‘give it’ to you, and now you’re all shy about something like that.” I flushed deeply, averting my eyes. “Aw, it’s okay. That’s why I love you. You’re my weird little Angela.”

“I am not weird!” I protested. “You’re weird…spinach cake eater.”

He shrugged, leaning back and getting his hair wet. “I never said I wasn’t weird. I am weird.” He made a face at me, and I burst into giggles. He laughed too, and we quickly showered and got dressed.

I headed for the kitchen, but he stopped me. “Oh, I can make breakfast for you today.”

I eyed him warily. “Can you even cook?” I was also scared that it would be a spinach based breakfast.

He acted hurt. “I can cook! I lived in a house with two other guys! You kind of have to learn to cook.” He shrugged. “I can’t bake cakes or make pies or whatever, but I can cook all right.” He moved into the kitchen, pretending to think. “Hmmm…I think what you would like for breakfast is…a spinach smoothie!”

I blanched and gagged a little at the thought, and he howled with laughter. “No, just kidding! You should have seen the look on your face when I said that, though.” I stuck my tongue out at him, and he just smiled. “How about a fried egg?”

I nodded, and he set to work making it, whistling the whole time. He slid it onto my plate when he was finished, and I smiled gratefully. He ate more spinach cake for breakfast, which I rolled my eyes at. "What? It's good," he said, his mouth full of it.

"Don't you want some mayonnaise on it?" I asked slyly.

He gagged. "Ew, gross! Mayonnaise on spinach cake...how disgusting." I had to laugh at that - they were his two favorite foods, after all. If you could even consider mayonnaise a food. He sure did.

Luke went off to work, and I set out to do my farm chores. I finished up at about 11am, and then Luke came home for lunch. After he went back to work, I fished for a couple of hours in the river, catching nothing. I remembered having seen a book for sale in the general store called "Advanced Fishing." I figured that it might be advantageous to me to read it, so I headed that way, stopping by the house to put up my fishing pole.

As I rounded the corner into Waffle Town, I was dazzled by the bright afternoon sun shining over the roof of one of the buildings. As I got closer, squinting in the sunlight, I caught a glimpse of Luke's bandanna. There he was, hard at work, perched on the top of a ladder. He was hammering nails into the framework of an addition, and he stopped briefly to wipe the sweat from his brow. He hadn't seen me yet, so I just watched. He got a bottle of water from his bag, taking a quick drink, then my breath hitched in my throat as he proceeded to dump the rest of the bottle all over his head. It was like I was watching it in slow motion, as the water trickled down his face and neck, seeping into his white tank top. His arms, rippled with lean muscles, were sheened with sweat. I just stared at him, mouth agape, my body burning with lust for this gorgeous and sexy creature.

He suddenly shook his head from side to side, whipping water off of the ends of his hair. It was then that he spotted me. "Angela!" he cried out happily, descending the ladder to meet me. I closed my mouth quickly, trying not to look like an idiot. He stepped over planks of wood to reach me, and scooped me up in a big hug. His chest pressed against mine, and I could feel the wetness from him soak into me. As he started to pull away, I looked down at the wet spot on my shirt, and then I looked at his own wet tanktop. His hardened nipples were showing clearly through the thin, soaking wet material. My mouth flopped open again, and I was at a loss for words.

"What's wrong, Angela?" Luke's voice snapped me out of my daze.

"Oh...oh, nothing." I looked up into his face.

He grinned down on me. "So, whatcha doing here?"

My gaze dropped back down to his chest. "I'm here to b-buy some....buy some...sex." I clapped my hand over my mouth. "A book! I'm here to buy a book!"

Luke was already roaring with laughter. "Buy some sex? You crazy girl!" He kissed me suddenly. "Well, I gotta get back to work. See you at home." I nodded, feeling foolish, as he stepped back over to the ladder and mounted it once more. As I walked by the building to continue on to the general store, he yelled out, "And don't buy any sex from anyone but me!" He erupted into laughter once more, and to my horror, Dale and Bo, who were nearby working, turned their heads slowly to look at me, puzzled expressions on their faces. My face burned, and I ran as fast as I could the rest of the way, feeling absolutely mortified.

That night, when Luke came home, I sulked a little. "You really embarrassed me today, you know," I pouted as I cooked dinner.

"What? Oh, don't worry about Pops and Bo. They don't care."

I stomped my foot a little. "Well, I care! Don't joke about things like that in front of people!"

He grinned, leaning back in his chair, and pointed at me. "You're the one that said it in the first place."

I felt my face get hot. "Y-yeah...but it was just a slip of the tongue...I couldn't help it."

He stood up, coming over to me. I shivered as he encircled my waist from behind with his arms, and nuzzled my neck. "And why couldn't you help it?" he whispered in my ear.

I began to stammer. "B-because y-you were...you were..."

"I was what?"

"...Looking so sexy up there."

He gave a short laugh. "Me? Sexy? Naw. I'm just me."

"But you're sexy...to me."

"Am I? Really? That's awesome." He nuzzled my neck some more, kissing up and down, sending shivers to my very core.

"S-s-stop..." I weakly protested. "I'll burn your dinner..."

He just kept kissing me. "Burn it. I don't care."

"But...it's creamed spinach."

That made him back off. "Damn, don't burn that!" I stifled a laugh as he leaned up against the wall. "So you think I'm sexy, huh?" I nodded, stirring the pot. "Heh heh..." He started whistling, fiddling with the necklace he was wearing. "Hmmm... creamed spinach, yummy! Creamed spinach is badass!" I stifled another laugh at how quickly his thoughts jumped around. That was my cute, silly, sweet Luke. My husband. I closed my eyes and sighed softly with happiness.