Chapter Eleven: More Practice

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Luke:

Ophelia wasn't really very... uh, affectionate when she was on her period. Which I totally understand.

Except, a week without her wanting to fool around with me feels like a really long, boring time.

But when I pick her up from school on Wednesday to take her back to my place so we can hang out, she has a bounce in her step and as soon as she hops into the passenger seat she gives me this really happy smile that makes my insides go all warm, and then she leans over and throws her arms around me and kisses me, hot and wet, right there in the student parking lot of her high-school, and I know that her hormones have corrected themselves.

It sometimes seems like she really has no idea what she does to me. Even the feeling of her pressing against me, kissing me, warm and soft in the front seat of my car almost gets me hard. She's just so... sweet. Beautiful, cute, funny. And sexy when she doesn't even try to be.

It's getting kinda hard not to try and take things further with her. (Literally, so hard.) I mean, I'd never wanna pressure her, or make her do something she isn't comfortable with.

But fuck, when we make out and she presses her naked chest against me, starts moving her lower half like she's trying to gain some friction to ease the ache between her legs... Damn, it's hard to think straight.

I'd be lying if I said I've never looked at her soft, lush pink mouth and imagined it wrapped around my dick.

Maybe that makes me a perv, but I'm eighteen and yeah, I'm curious. And horny, if I'm being honest.

So that's why when she and I end up on my bed, kissing each other, holding each other, our shirts and her bra discarded somewhere on the floor, I can't help it when I lean her onto her back, hover over her, devour the taste of her mouth, run my hands reverently over her soft, smooth, warm skin, over her arms, her hips, her stomach, her breasts. She's making these really hot little sounds, winding her arms around my neck, arching up into me, her hard little nipples pebbling against my chest.

And then one of my hands drifts up her skirt, grips onto her upper thigh, and she kinda parts her legs, lets my body settle between them, brings them up around my hips to wrap around me and fuck...

"Luke," she whimpers against my lips, chest heaving with her breaths. We both pause, panting, because those parts of us are pressed together, she can feel it, I can feel it. My boner strains against the denim of my jeans, and I can feel how hot the space between her thighs is, can feel how our bodies fit together and it's just... insane.

She moves her hips experimentally and a groan falls from my lips. I dip down to kiss her again, and our mouths tangle together, sloppy and needy, her fingers sifting into my hair. Before I can think to maybe not, I'm rocking my hips a little and she's tilting her lower half upwards and her legs are squeezing tight and Christ it feels so good, the jolts of pleasure that travel up my spine from the heat, the pressure, the friction.

And then before I know it, we're moving together like that, half kissing and half moaning as our hips grind together, as I rub my erection into the space between her legs and she wiggles and thrashes beneath me, breathing hard, her fingers digging into my back and her teeth pulling at my lips and I know at the back of my mind that I'm gonna come soon from this, from how hazy and hot and dizzyingly electrifying it is, but I can't bring myself to stop.

I can't even think through the blur of it. All I can do is smell her, hear her, touch her, taste her, feel the soft heat between her thighs, imagine that she's all wet right now, experience the feverish, out of control, instinctual way our bodies slide and rub together, as it just climbs and climbs. I caress and squeeze and fondle the round flesh of her breasts with one of my hands, suck the saltiness off her neck, press kisses to her redenned lips. The skin of our upper bodies slides and sticks, sweat collecting between us. And then she's shuddering, quivering, and her legs clench together around me and her back bows off the bed and all her curves mold against me and she sobs my name, holding me so tight it's almost painful, and then all the pent up energy in my gut releases and I'm swearing into the soft skin of her neck and blowing my load into my underwear and...

Holy fuck.

We stay there for a little while, sweaty and out of breath and wrapped tight around each other, falling back down to earth in the sticky aftermath of it.

"Holy shit," she breathes hoarsely beneath me, and that snaps me out of my trance because I don't think I've ever heard her say that before.

Her breaths fall hot and humid against my face and she nudges her nose against mine, lets out another little helpless whimper, trails one of her small hands gently down my spine that erupts into goosebumps beneath her touch.

With a low groan, I roll off her, feeling so dirty but so buzzed.

Did we just...

Yeah, shit, we did.

I don't even know what base that is.

I should really get up, go clean myself up, but damn that was such a high.

Ophelia lets out a breathy sigh before scooting her body close against my side, throwing an arm around my torso, cuddling up against me.

I tilt my head towards her and our noses brush and our foreheads bump together and she softly, tenderly fits her lips against mine.

"That was... crazy. Oh my God, Luke."

"Yeah. Fuck. That was... insane. Jesus Christ."

I muss the top of her hair with one of my hands, plant a kiss to her forehead and then sit up awkwardly. "Feelz, I gotta go, uh..."

She giggles. "I'm glad that doesn't happen to me."

I can't help but chuckle. "Yeah, it's a lot... messier for guys."

She hugs her arms around herself and the sight of her all flushed, half-naked, tired and astonished is so perfect. Makes me feel so warm and bright.

And maybe a little guilty. I never asked her... We never really talked about it. Although, she really seemed to be as into it as I was, and she definitively didn't say she didn't want it...

I should ask her, later. Make sure she was okay with that.

Because it was really fucking amazing.

And I'm pretty sure she agrees.

When I get back to my room, Ophelia is all dressed again, though she still looks all flushed and disheveled, her mouth pink and swollen.

I love the way she looks, after.

"I should get home," she breathes, gifting me a small, shy smile.

"Sure, I'll drop you off."

Ophelia's house is only like a ten minute drive away. As I'm waiting at an intersection I finally ask, "Hey, Feelz. So. That stuff we just did..."

"Mhm?"

I run a hand through my hair, give her a sheepish grin. "Was that... okay? Are you okay with it?"

"Luke, it was... amazing." A pause. "Why? Did you not..."

"It was amazing for me too, baby. Really amazing. I just wanted to make sure we aren't... you know. Moving too fast for you or something."

"I really liked it, Luke."

A crooked grin spreads across my face. "I did too."

I pull up outside her house and she unclips her seatbelt, leans over, holds the side of my face with one of those small hands of hers and presses her lips to mine. Damn, she's so sweet and soft and perfect. "Love you, Feelz."

"Love you too, Luke."

I watch her climb out of my car, skip up the driveway and to the front door, and I can't seem to stop smiling.

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Ophelia:

I think the official term for what Luke and I did is... uh... 'dry humping'.

Which sounds super crass and crude but it was miraculous.

Like, holy moly.

When his hardness was rubbing and pulsing between my legs, there was so much heat and the centre of me became all wet and achy, and there was a throbbing feeling in my lower abdomen and I couldn't stop, I couldn't think, I just kept needing him to get closer, to move a little harder and faster so he could press against that spot that felt so, so, so, so good and he was touching my boobs and stroking my nipples and then it's like I exploded and...

His skin was so hot and the sounds he was making—little growls and groans and grumbles as he kissed me, sucked on my neck...

And we got a little sweaty but it was so... hot.

Oh my God.

If that's how good it feels with clothes on, I can only imagine how incredible it'll be when we finally... do that without any clothes at all.

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A/N:

Welp.

Predictions for how long until they... go further?

ALSO! Apparently, some of you haven't read the MIK bonus chapters at the end of MIK. There are 5 of them and they are kinda important to get all the details behind this story so if you haven't read them, go read them all ASAP! ❤️

XOXO Ami

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