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Luke licks and bites your knee, and you feel your whole body tingle. You’re hyperaware of how his fingers slide down your inner thigh and stop just before it gets under your skirt. His shampoo wafts in the air. He smells so clean, citrus-y and warm. The air surrounding you is full of Luke’s scent and it heightens the passion burning within you.
His tongue licks at your knee a few times more, and you wonder how good that tongue must feel against your nipples. You feel your cunt squeeze, hoping for something to fill it. Or for that tongue to lick on it.
“Luke,” you start, watching him latch his teeth onto your knee, biting ever so lightly.
“Hmm?” His crimson eyes land on you playfully. His fingers go lower down your thigh, his pinky hitting the lower hem of your skirt. “What is it?”
Your cheeks burn hotter. Even your neck and chest burn pink. “Not there.” You attempt to say. You’re still feeling too shy to say what you really want.
“Yeah?” Luke presses his lips against your knee, willing to wait for you to speak.
You swallow. Your center throbs. Your nipples harden against your shirt. You’re glad you didn’t wear your bra after showering. “Don’t lick me there. Lick me... here.” You slowly lift your shirt, up and up it goes to reveal your breasts to Luke. You lightly hiss at the feeling of the cold air against your skin.
Luke doesn’t tear his eyes from you, even as he crawls on top of you. You feel his gaze stay upon your face, even though your gaze has darted to his open mouth, his tongue and its slow approach to your hardened nipple. You gasp at the first touch. His tongue is wet and flat against your nipple. The tip of his tongue toys with the bud up and down before his lips close around it. You moan, pressing your chest closer to his face, your hand going to the back of his head.
“Ohh...” You give him an affirmative moan. Because he’s so good. Oh, it’s so good. The way his tongue lightly laps at your nipple. One, two, three sweet, kitten licks to be followed by his lips sucking on your breast, pulling skin into his mouth. “ Aah ,” you moan sweetly, because fuck, it’s so good. He’s so good. He’s always so good to you.
As his tongue works on your breast, his fingers pull at your shorts and underwear. You lift your hips to help him undress you, sad when his mouth parts from your chest for a moment. But you keep your legs wide open for him to slot himself in between after he’s thrown your clothes to the floor. You notice him glance at your weeping center, dripping wet from how good he’s making you feel.
You see him struggle for a moment, seemingly torn whether he would go for what he wants--perhaps to toy with you down there--or to continue giving you what you want. He doesn’t take long to decide. His mouth approaches your other breast, and you moan, absolutely satisfied, when he sucks on your tender skin.
You lay your head back, unable to keep watching him. His tongue feels so good. He groans against your breast, and the vibration sends shivers up your spine. You moan again, your voice sweet like honey to Luke’s ears.
After a few moments, and both your nipples fully hardened from the way Luke has played with them, you feel him peel himself away from you.
“Luke...” You call for him. You don’t know what he’s doing, your eyes having closed from pleasure. But your back soon arches at the feeling of something girthy sliding against your wet, dripping lips. “ Oh ...”
Luke slides his cock against your pussy. Hot, veiny and hard. Every slide coats it more in your slimy fluids.
Luke chuckles. “So wet...” And you feel a fire burn all over your body. You need him. You want him. He’s the only one who can fill you, make you feel complete.
“Put it in...” You whisper, though it comes out more like a sobbing cry. “Please, Luke, put it in... Put it in... Put it-- aah ...”
Your body arches, the head of his cock entering you. The two of you have made love countless times before, but the first entry of his cock into your body never fails to feel amazing. Like your body is on fire and there’s no way of stoking it.
He slides in, slow and easy, gasping on top of you when he’s fully sheathed inside. You pull him in by the back of his neck, claiming his lips for a kiss. You can feel him throbbing inside of you. Or perhaps that’s you clenching around him. You wonder if it matters now, when it feels like you’ve become one.
“Love you,” you whisper against his lips and again against his cheek.
“Love you,” Luke laughs softly and kisses your lips. He looks into your eyes, checking if you’re ready, and you nod.
He starts slow, always so sweet. But you know it's the calm before the storm. With every thrust, he gains pace, and soon Luke’s fingers are bruising against your hips as he thrusts with so much fervor, so much strength.
“ Aaah... ” is all you can manage to say, coming in broken breaths when Luke is thrusting into you so passionately. You try to hold on, try to lengthen this moment as long as possible, but your pleasure climaxes. Your walls clench around his girth, and you feel his cock push against your tight walls, only heightening your pleasure further. And when he starts to come, filling you with warm seed and your ears with the most delicious groan, you know you are complete.