Chapter Nineteen: Movie

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Luke:

Monday morning:

Hey what time do you work
until tmrow?

3:30. Do you have practice?

At 7

Wanna come over after school?
Watch a movie?

Yeah sounds good. 4?

That works, see you

Bye <3

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Needless to say, we were never planning on actually watching a movie.

Since what happened on Sunday, I've been on cloud nine, feeling so damn high, all the time.

I really, really cannot wait for the next time.

And apparently I'm not the only one. As soon as I open the door for Ophelia, she launches herself into my arms, attacks my mouth with hers, and I have to disentangle us so she can take her boots and coat off. She tastes so sweet and her body is so warm, and...

It's impossible to describe how... intense the things I feel for her are right now. My entire body just hums at the sight of her. I can't stop thinking about touching her. And fuck, neither can my dick, apparently.

We end up making out real hard on my bed, me on top of her. She's arching herself up into me, tugging at my shirt, trying to get it off me, trailing her cool hands over my spine. It makes me shiver, sends goosebumps pricking across my skin.

I suck on her neck and she moans, gripping at my hair, wrapping her legs around me and wiggling her lower half, trying to rub herself against my boner in a way that just drives me so fucking crazy. I use one hand to grip her jean-clad thigh in place as I grind my hard-on against her core, hearing her little whimpers of pleasure, feeling her hot breaths falling against my face and her smooth, soft fingertips scraping down my back... fuck, it's all fire and heat and I can't get enough of how good it feels, how good she feels.

"Luke," she breathes against my lips, her hands teasing the edge of my jeans, "I need..."

I rest onto my side beside her so I can begin to pull her sweater up and off her shoulders. She's wearing a long-sleeved shirt under, and a tank-top and damn, I hate winter. There are too many layers between her skin and mine.

Impatiently, we help each other shuck off every inconvenient piece of clothing until we're both in our underwear.

And then I get rid of her bra so I can pull her hard, pink nipples into my mouth, scrape my stubble between her breasts in that way that gets her purring beneath me, and she weaves her fingers into my hair, gasping and writhing, and I swear this, doing this, with her, is the single best thing on the entire planet.

Slowly, my hand slips down her hip and grazes the top edge of her panties. "Feelz, can I... touch you?"

"Yes, please," she breathes, letting her legs fall open for me. Our lips our inches away, breathing ragged, as I sweep my fingers softly up her inner thigh, my heart hammering wildly beneath my ribs. A shocked breath leaves her mouth when I finally feel her through her panties. Fuck... Even through the fabric I can tell she's wet, and soft, and warm and...

"Oh, Luke..." she whimpers as I push past her underwear and touch her there with my fingers, stroking her, caressing her, getting so lost in the hot haze that surrounds us. She feels so good. I slide a finger into her, amazed at how hot and slick and tight she is. Fuck, is it possible to come just from touching her? Cause I swear I'm almost there.

Her wide, dark eyes flutter shut as I sweep my thumb in hard, fast circles over that swollen little nub of flesh that seems to give her so much pleasure, moving the same way she asked me to last time, while I thrust my index finger slowly in an out of her. "Ophelia," I grumble, "Do you want me to... add another finger?"

Her eyes snap open, her pupils blown so wide as she rocks her lower half against my hand, creating a rhythm with me. "Okay," she agrees breathlessly.

So I tentatively push two fingers into her this time, and the sound she makes, this strangled sob, is the hottest fucking thing I've ever heard.

She clutches onto my shoulders as I finger her, both of us too worked up and into it to even kiss each other. I try curling my fingers a little, pressing them gently against the soft, firm, slick walls of her pussy and using the sounds she makes and the look on her face to guide me about what feels good for her. "Like this?"

"Mhm," she nods, eyes squeezed shut, forehead scrunched into an adorable wrinkle. "That feels so good, Luke. Please don't stop..."

"I'm not gonna stop, baby," I say gruffly against the tip of her nose. "Are you gonna come for me?"

"Mhm. Just a little more, I think..." And her nails dig hard into my skin as her entire body starts shivering, as I feel her get so swollen around my fingers and clench really tight around them, and she's so hot down there, so ridiculously wet, and she whispers my name helplessly and her pussy squeezes around me over and over and over before she sinks limply in the mattress, looking sweaty and exhausted, gasping for breath as I remove my hand from between her legs, letting her panties slide back into place.

I'm not sure exactly what to do with the mess on my fingers except fuck I can smell her. She has this... smell. It's musky and sweet and drives me absolutely crazy, and so like I did last time, I bring my glistening fingers to my mouth and sample the raw, earthy taste of her and it should be dirty and gross but it's just... I can't even explain it. Knowing that I'm the one who does this to her, and we're the only ones who've ever done this to each other... it's just such a heavy feeling.

"Oh my God, Luke," she whimpers hoarsely, hugging her arms around herself. "I can't even..."

I am so hard right now that it's practically painful. I collapse onto my back beside her and have to rub myself a little through my underwear for some relief.

Except a couple moments later one of her hands is covering mine. She crouches between my legs, biting her lip, her big brown eyes so round and amazed as she gazes down at my cock that's throbbing and hidden by the black fabric of my underwear. I love how... fascinated she is by it. It's pretty fricking cute, actually.

And then her little fingers are reaching for the waistband of my boxer-briefs and tugging them down, sliding them off my thighs, tossing them somewhere. And then she has her hands on me and a low, tortured growl falls from the back of my throat.

Her hands are soft and warm, tentative but curious, as they squeeze my dick, stroke my balls, and I honestly don't even know if, at this point, I can remember my own name. I'm too focused on the way she's making me feel to even try.

"Luke, how hard should I...?" she murmurs, her touch gentle. I guess she's worried she's gonna hurt me or something.

I reach down and cover her hands with mine, give our tangled fingers a firm squeeze so she knows how much pressure feels good. "Harder is okay," I rasp. "You don't have to be too gentle."

And so she kneads me a bit harder than before, her full breasts bouncing a little as she jerks me off, a focused, awed expression on her face as she looks between my legs and touches me and shit... I don't even last a minute before I blow my load all over her fingers and my stomach. Fuck...

There's just enough awareness left into my brain to hope that she'll taste me again, lick my sticky white cum off the tips of her fingers like she did last time because I swear I nearly lost my shit when she did that.

Her tongue darts out over her bottom lip as she gazes, dazed, at the mess of my orgasm before swirling her fingertips into my cum and hesitantly popping an index finger past her lips, her face puckering in the process.

"Feelz, fuck. It's so fucking sexy when you do that."

She blushes, gives me a shy little smile that makes my heart actually start glowing. A small shrug. "It tastes... kinda nice."

Well then.

I reach for my t-shirt to clean us up and wonder if I should start keeping towels around or something.

Or she could swallow it.

Soon, maybe.

Fuck, I wouldn't be surprised if I came all over her lips before she even wrapped them around me, just from the sight of her about to take me into her mouth. That's pretty fucking embarrassing but she's just... too much for my poor dick to even handle sometimes.

Once I clean up the mess and toss my shirt into the laundry basket, she curls up nearly naked against my chest and I pull a blanket over us and we hold each other. She cuddles close to me, wraps her arms around me, sinks her head against my chest, coos softly as I skim my fingertips over her bare back, over her shoulder blades, down her arms.

"Love you, Feelz."

"I love you so much, Luke."

Who knew fooling around could be so exhausting? I love how she feels against me, love holding her bare body close to mine, love the way we fit together. There's so much heat between us and she's so warm, so soft and damn, my eyelids start to get heavy as we sink into each other.

"We better not fall asleep again," she mumbles, splaying her fingers over my bicep and giving my arm a gentle squeeze.

"That would be bad," I agree.

We grasp onto each other quietly, noses brushing together, before she giggles softly, "Your... dick tickles a little."

I press my forehead against hers, chuckling. If I wasn't in this post-orgasmic lull, I'm sure the feeling of my bare cock against her thighs would get me really fucking hard. "I'll put my boxers back on," I offer softly, planting a gentle kiss to her mouth.

I shift to tug my underwear back on and then she reaches for me again, winds her arms around me, topples onto me and nuzzles her face into my shoulder and... maybe it's cheesy to say so but I swear her heart and my heart are beating in sync. I swear we both feel this warm, mushy connection that seems to draw us together and I know our parents think that we don't know what love is at our age but I also know that's BS. I love her so much that it's... terrifying.

"How was work?" she asks softly, her lips brushing softly against my collar. "At the pool today?"

"Pretty boring," I reply, settling my palms over the soft, plush swell of her ass. "Didn't get into the water the entire day." I bury my nose into her hair. It's silky and smells like her clean, citrusy shampoo.

"You smell a little like chlorine," she smiles. "I like it."

"I like the way you smell, too."

I push her hair back away from her face and fit my lips against hers. "And I like the way you taste," I say, giving her bum a tender squeeze so she squeaks a little. Adorable.

We kiss some more and then she whispers against my lips, "You know you're the best boyfriend ever?"

That makes my face spread into a really wide, lopsided grin. "Because I have the best girlfriend ever."

She eventually has to leave to get home for dinner, and I suddenly realize that the world is just better when she's in my arms.

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A/N:

It was like, -44 Celsius with the windchill today. In case you wonder what that feels like, imagine the moisture in your eyes starts getting frozen and crusty after being outside for a minute. Yeah.

I wish I had someone to cuddle with for warmth. Welp.

XOXO Ami

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