My Ex-wife, My Destination

Daisy’s P. O. V.

Heaven!

It feels divinely good to taste Luke’s lips after so long. I feel like I finally got my breath back after ages. To be honest, his lips taste even better than my favourite raspberry cheesecake. His lips are velvety soft against mine, sending shivers down my spine and awakening my dormant desire.

He kissed me a week ago, but I wasn’t in a state to enjoy it then. So technically, for me, it’s my first kiss with Luke after five years.

As we devour each other’s lips, completely losing ourselves in each other, the people around us fade away.

He deepens the kiss, pulling me closer by grasping the back of my neck with one hand, while with his other hand, he clutches my waist. My fingers clench his silky hair as I suck on his lips like my life depends on it.

All the doubts and fears that once troubled my mind vanish the moment our lips meet. It’s as if all the pain and heartache of the past are melting away completely, making me feel contented.

I never thought I’d get the chance to feel his lips on mine again, to taste the sweetness of his kiss. However, here we are, lost in each other, our hearts pounding and our lips sealed.

I no longer care about what our future holds or whether he’ll stay with me forever. I just want to give us a chance and relish every moment while he is with me.

He takes my lower lip between his teeth and gives it a tug, causing me to moan before sucking on my lips hard. My body is blazing with desire, and I’m feeling the wetness between my thighs.

Only this man has the power to take my desire to its peak.

The kiss feels different from all the kisses of five years ago because it’s not just about physical needs this time. It’s about reconnecting on a deeper emotional level.

“Fuck! I missed the sweet taste of your lips, butterfly,” he whispers against my lips as we pull apart, panting.

Before I can say something, a beep from my phone brings us back to earth.

I glance at my phone, and seeing the time, I realise we need to leave now to pick up Hope from school.

“Luke,” I whisper, breathless and flushed, as I try to steady my racing heart. “We need to go pick up Hope from school.”

His eyes widen slightly, and he glances at his watch. “You’re right,” he murmurs, still catching his breath. “We should go.”

Luke pays the bill, and we quickly head out of the cafe, still feeling the heat from our kiss. The drive to Hope’s school is filled with a comfortable silence, both of us lost in our thoughts about what just happened.

As he halts the car in front of Hope’s school, he turns toward me. “Now are we friends with benefits after our kiss?” He asks, his voice a teasing whisper.

I can feel the flush creeping up my cheeks, and I know my eyes must be shining with excitement.

“Yes, our new relationship has begun with our kiss, my friend.” I give him a quick kiss on his lips before unlocking the door and stepping out of the car.

We’re more than friends with benefits, but I’ll tease him for a few days as punishment for making me suffer for years.

“I can’t wait to get home and take advantage of being in this new relationship with you,” he whispers as we walk over to the school gate.

“What advantages?” I ask, acting innocent.All content © N/.ôvel/Dr/ama.Org.

He grins, leaning in closer to my ear, his breath hot against my skin, sending shivers down my spine. “The advantage of kissing you whenever I want,” he murmurs. “The advantage of holding you close, touching you, feeling you… all without any guilt or hesitation.”

I bite my lip, a small smile playing at the corners of my mouth. “Is that so? Well, Mr. Anderson, let’s see how you handle these new privileges.”

Before he can respond, Hope comes running out of the school gates, her backpack bouncing on her shoulders. “Mommy! Daddy!” she calls, her face lighting up with pure joy as she spots us.

We both kneel at her level and hug her together, causing her to laugh.

“How was your day, princess?” Luke asks, lifting her into his arms as we stand up.

“It was so fun! We made butterfly crafts, and I got a star for my drawing!” She beams, showing us the gold star stuck to her shirt.

“Wow, Hopi.” I stroke her hair. “Mommy is so proud of you.”

As we head back to the car, Luke and I share a glance. Butterflies flutter in my stomach with excitement, thinking about how he’ll take advantage of our new relationship after we get home.

Shit! I’m losing control over myself again.

It’s not my fault. His words and touch have a way of making my mind swirl with desire and anticipation. This man drives me insane. Completely.

***

“Do you need any help, Daisy?” Luke questions, entering the kitchen as I whisk the batter for Hope’s favourite pancakes.

“No, everything is almost done,” I respond, glancing at him.

“That’s great.” My heartbeat accelerates as he stands close behind me. Without even touching me, he is doing this to me.

He gently shifts my hair to one side before nuzzling his face against my neck, drawing me close by grabbing my waist. His warm breath caresses my skin, sending shivers down my spine. I can feel the heat radiating off his body, and the scent of his cologne envelops me, intoxicating my senses.

“Luke,” I breathe. It’s getting difficult for me to resist him. “Hope could come in.”

“Don’t worry, Daisy,” he murmurs in my ear. “She is busy playing the game on my phone. Let me just touch you because I’ve been longing for this for so long.”

My breath becomes heavy with anticipation, and I grasp the handle of the whisk as he glides one hand up into my dress, stroking my thighs, and draws circles around my nipple with his other hand over the fabric of my dress.

Fuck! It feels so damn good to feel his touch on my body after five years. It feels different, because this time, he isn’t asserting control over me with his touch. He is exploring me with a tenderness and longing that I’ve never experienced before.

“Do you miss my touch as much as I miss yours, Daisy?” He asks in a husky tone against my neck, squeezing my tits, eliciting a moan from my mouth. “Answer me, Butterfly.” As he demands, taking his other hand closer to my wetness, I splay my legs for him automatically.

“Yes, Luke, I do. I’m yearning for your touch-” A soft sigh escapes my lips, and my hands instinctively grip the edge of the kitchen counter for support as he presses his lips softly against the sensitive skin of my neck. His touch is electrifying, sending waves of pleasure through my core.

A moan escapes my mouth as he presses his thumb directly on my aching clit over my soaked undies with one hand and slips the other into my dress from the top, trailing wet kisses down my neck.

“Do you want me to continue, Daisy?” He questions in my ear, his voice low and gruff.

Of course, I want him to continue. At this moment, how can I ask him to stop? But what if Hope comes in? I can’t take that risk.

My heart skips a beat as he begins to slip his hand into my undies in slow motion, while his other hand plays with my nipple inside my dress and bra.