Chapter Thirty-Seven: Morning

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Ophelia:

Mm.

Oh my gosh.

I am so sore.

My body is plastered against Luke's. I stir in his arms as morning light streams through the slats of his closed blinds, and the first thing I notice is how tender and achey the space between my legs is.

Ugh.

Does sex always feel like this after? Gosh, I hope not.

It's a full, stretched sensation that makes me feel... well. Uncomfortable but, somehow strangely satisfied, too. The slight throbbing is an undeniable reminder of what happened between us last night. My face flushes with heat just thinking about it.

He was on top of me, inside me.

Oh my goodness, we had sex.

Twice.

And then after our midnight snack, we ended up back on his bed and fooled around some more. He peeled off my shirt and I tugged his pants down and then I gave Hamlet lots of kisses, and Luke gave Ophelia lots of kisses too.

Okay, yeah, that sounds really stupid but I honestly think it's hilarious.

And, for the record, sleeping completely naked next to Luke is just amazing. Our legs tangled, our skin stuck together, arms wrapped around each other, my head against his chest. Feeling his breathing, the beating of his heart. It's so intimate.

He's all mine.

"Mm," Luke grumbles—a low, gruff sound that hums right through my body and makes something between my legs tingle.

How can I feel so raw and turned on down there at the same time?

He turns lazily onto his side and gathers me closer, his eyes still shut with sleep as he nuzzles his face into the crook of my neck. My heart quivers.

Uh. And, Hamlet's awake. Very, very awake.

I feel Luke's hardness brush against my stomach as our bodies press tight together. His skin is feverish, his breathing deep. He smells kinda earthy and dark and masculine. He's so... Luke.

I stroke my hand tenderly through his messy hair and he moves a bit, the unshaven scruff of his jaw scraping against my shoulder. Mm. His long, dark eyelashes tickle my neck and I just feel so... warm and bright and happy.

When we get married someday, I'll get to wake up next to him every single morning, for the rest of my life.

One of my hands floats over the back of his head and the other caresses the smooth skin of his shoulder-blades as his head rests against the top of my breasts, crushed against my sternum.

Then he starts to wake up, shifting a little. His heavy eyelids slowly blink themselves open. His hands squeeze my hips. One of his palms drifts to the small of my back, and sparks rush down my spine as he presses me closer to him so my chest arches up to meet his face. He grazes a gentle kiss to the valley of my breasts, then to the very tip of each peaked, pink nipple, a small, foggy growl vibrating from the back of his throat.

The center of me floods with heat. "Morning," I squeak breathily, flustered. His breath falls hot against my skin and his erection sits against my thigh and his big, rough hands are touching me, and the hard planes of lean muscle that define his body are flush against me...

"Good morning," he rasps, his voice thick and groggy. He buries his face back against my chest and groans tiredly.

Is it normal for me to feel so... aroused? First thing in the morning? I'm worried it's not normal to want him so much like this. Sometimes I get a little shy about it.

Speaking of things that might not be normal...

"Luke," I whisper. "Uh... when you were sleeping... did you know that... uh..." I blush, remember drifting awake, a couple times, in the middle of the night, to find him hard and erect and pressing into my skin even as he was fast asleep. My voice is a hesitant flutter. "Is it normal for you to... get hard? In your sleep?"

He raises an eyebrow and a soft chuckle rumbles from him, the waves of sound settling right between my legs. "I'm pretty sure that's normal, Feelz," he explains, each word husky with sleep. "Happens a few times a night."

"Oh..."

Why do guys just... get so many boners? Jeez.

His slightly amused expression softens as he studies my face, brings his hands up to hold the sides of my head. One of his thumbs gently traces the line of my jaw. "How are you feeling?"

I bite my lip, crane my neck towards him. He leans in too so my mouth can meet his, our noses nudging together as we share a soft, musky kiss. Against his lips I whisper, "Just a bit sore. Maybe I'll take an Advil or something."

He skims his fingers down my spine so I shiver against him and says, "We should have some in the medicine cabinet. Want me to go get you one?"

I tilt forward to give him another kiss. "I'll just wait until breakfast," I murmur. "Thanks."

I snuggle close to him and am swiftly reminded of a certain part of his anatomy as it twitches against my lower abdomen.

"Mm," he mumbles, cocooning me in a tight embrace and searching for my mouth again. My bare chest squashes against him and I wind an arm around his shoulders as his tongue nudges the part of my lips, slips past them to glide teasingly against mine. A soft, contented purr escapes me as our kiss deepens, wet and messy, both of us tasting muckier from sleep.

I can't help it when so much heat courses through me, draws me closer to him. Every part of me just lights up from the contact of my curves against his strong, solid body.

It would be a bad idea, to have sex again. I have a soccer game tonight and at this rate, I'm sure I'll be waddling out of here.

But how come I still want it?

"Luke," I whisper, tousling the waves of hair curling softly at the nape of his neck. "Do you think there's a way to... do it gently?"

His eyes go so dark, pupils blown wide, as he looks back at me. A rough hum from low in his chest. One of his hands floats down to my bum, giving it a soft squeeze and sending flames spearing through my core. "Maybe you... could be on top?" His gaze sparkles and he has that hooded look on his face that he gets when he's definitely super horny. "That way you can... control how it feels for you?"

Oh. That sounds like a good idea, actually. The thought just makes me melt. "Okay..."

"You sure?" he asks, his tongue darting out to sweep across the full pink flesh of his bottom lip. He's so handsome. I just don't want to stop touching him.

I nod tentatively, then watch his muscles stretch and contract as he twists around to grab a condom, and the lube.

As he tears the wrapper open, I wriggle out from under the covers and rest on my knees near his thighs. I let him roll the rubber on because he's faster, and as I wait, I squeeze some lube onto my fingers and knead the gel a bit to warm it up, pressing my thighs together to quell the muggy ache between them.

When the condom is all the way on, I reach for him. My insides constrict as I lather the paste all over his length, bottom to top. I can sense myself getting all worked up from the short, ragged sounds that escape his mouth, from the feel of him warm and thick and thrumming beneath my touch.

I swipe my hands against the duvet to get rid of any sticky remnants of lube that remain. I mean, he's gonna have to wash his sheets anyway, right?

He settles back against the headboard and I crawl towards him, holding onto his shoulders as I climb onto him. His dick strains up against his stomach, so big and heavy and hard.

As I sit perched on his lap, one of his large hands threads sifts itself into the back of my hair, drawing my mouth towards him, while the other slowly slips between my parted thighs. I inhale a breathy gasp as his thumb finds my clit, rubbing it in slow circles.

I clutch onto him as he works a dutiful hand between my legs and coaxes soft moans from my lips that seep into our slow, twisting kiss. I know he's trying to get me ready, get me closer. It works because with every firm path he massages through my folds, I can feel the pleasure coiling in my gut, can feel the way my insides are practically dripping, the centre of me trembling with need. Soon I'm arching myself against his hand, my hips seeking more friction, more sensation.

I suddenly feel so empty, feel like I want him to... you know. Fill me up?

"Luke," I breathe, grasping for his length. "I'm ready."

I sit up a bit so I can guide him between my legs. I gasp and he groans as his hardness glides across my slit and the slick lube mixes with my arousal, coating him. For a few moments, I just rock back and forth across his length, rubbing myself against it because the pressure just feels so good. "Oh Luke..."

His calloused palms slide up my arms and then down to the curve of my waist, over my spine. He tilts me back so my cleavage angles towards his face and then he dips down and sucks one of my nipples into his mouth, rolls his wet tongue over it. My body clenches against his shaft as he switches to the other breast. "Your nipples taste really good, Fee," he grumbles, grazing his cool teeth over the tips of my boobs until I'm practically panting.

I can feel him spasm between my legs as I grind down onto him, his shaft positioned at the perfect angle to stimulate my clit. But now I kinda want... some more.

I reach between us, my other hand propped on his shoulder, both of us looking down to where our bodies meet. It's just... so hot, and mesmerizing, seeing him and me, joining together. It seems so dirty and graphic and just... crazy, I guess. I rise up so I can line the tip of him up with my opening, whimpering as the swollen head of his dick just nudges into me.

I hold onto the base of his shaft and exhale a steadying breath, slowly, slowly lowering myself onto him so he enters me, inch by inch. "Oh my God, Luke..."

"Fuck, Fee..."

It's so wet down there that I'm able to sink onto him a little easier than I thought I would. It's an intense mix of pleasure and just a little pain, some mild discomfort, as I breathlessly take him into me.

So, so big. I can feel him stretch me, fill me, as far as I'm sure my body can take. Oh my gosh. If he were any bigger I think we'd have some problems, but it's like, he just fits, completely, so firm and snug inside me. I let out a relieved breath once he's in all the way, my arms wound tight around his shoulders as I try to get used to him. My eyes squeeze shut, feeling my muscles ripple around him.

"Okay?" he asks hoarsely, his breaths a warm puff against my ear.

"Mhm," I hum, "Just... need a minute."

His fingers dig into my waist, our chests flush together, rising and falling in and out of sync.

"You feel... Mm, fuck. You feel amazing, Feelz." He presses his lips to the side of my neck, sucks my flesh gently into his mouth so goosebumps erupt across my entire body.

I can feel the thrumming of his pulse, the pulsing of his heart, the rush of his blood as I straddle him with his length buried deep between my legs, nestled at the centre of me. "You feel good too, Luke," I whisper, because, in a strange, novel, unfamiliar way, he actually does.

Slowly, carefully, experimentally, I lift myself up and then sink back down, holding onto him for support. "Mm..." I whimper, gazing down to where he's lodged inside me, only the very base of him visible. We look so insane, joined together like this. I can't stop staring at the dark bit of course hair scattered across his pubic bone, his heavy sac, pressed up against the smooth, bare, shaven skin of my lower half. Crazy.

Up and down, back and forth, gently, tentatively, to see what feels good. I roll my hips against his, hesitantly at first. Until the discomfort ebbs away, and my body is used to the invasion, and I find myself needing a little more.

My earthy-sweet smell fills the air around us and my boobs shake as I rock myself on top of him, feeling him press against different spots inside me. Some of them feel fine, others like nothing much at all, and... "Ah..." Except, that spot... oh, that one feels good. I twist and grind in the same way, trying to get the tip of him to hit me there, over and over... "Luke..."

"Oh, Feelz..." When I look at him, his eyes are dark and heavy, half shut, drifting over every inch of me, almost hungrily. "Shit, Ophelia." A low groan. "You look... so fucking sexy when you ride me like that..."

One of his hands finds its way back between my legs to rub my clit as I bounce up and down, more frantically the closer I get. Oh my gosh, it's getting nearer, I can feel it rise and rise, curling and twisting between my legs. "You feel... so good, Luke..." I whimper, surprised. Better than I thought it could feel, would feel.

More clumsy, unsteady rocking and grinding. My taut nipples drag across his chest as I move. One of my hands drifts down to nudge his, pressing at it impatiently. "Can you... do that harder?" I request breathlessly, and he complies by increasing the pressure of his thumb against that swollen bundle of nerves that throbs beneath his touch.

We're both panting. His room echoes with the dirty sounds we're making. Our bodies slap loudly together, our breaths are ragged, he's groaning and growling and I'm gasping and whimpering and it's so... bad. So sinful, seems so lascivious, primal, filthy, but I don't care I don't care I don't care...

"Are you close, Feelz?" he croaks, using his other hand to tweak one of my aching nipples between a couple fingers.

My helpless whimper falls against his forehead. "Almost there, Luke..."

"Fuck, Feelz..." He moans when my teeth sink into his neck, my attempt to stifle some of the wanton sounds being torn from my lungs. "I wanna... feel you come when I'm inside you," he mumbles, his voice throaty and raw.

And then before I even know what's happening to me, everything between my legs just explodes. It's like I'm falling off the edge of something really high, falling, falling. It's bright hot bliss, a shattering release. My body clenches so tight around him, so tight I can feel every ridge and bump along the length of him, and he's cursing raggedly, holding me tight, his hips bucking beneath me... "Oh my God, Luke... oh my God..."

When it's over, I can hardly remember my own name. My muscles relax, collapse, exhausted and feeble. We're both sweaty, smelly, out of breath.

"Holy fucking shit," he whispers against my forehead, his head bumping tiredly against mine.

"Mmhm..." I whimper, unable to form words as I sink against him, my body ridiculously satisfied but totally, completely spent.

They do say that 'third time's the charm'.

We slowly, carefully untangle our sticky bodies then melt into the mattress beneath us, sprawled across the bed, dazed.

"Breakfast?" he eventually asks, discarding the used condom in the trash-bin, giving his arms a stretch.

I groan, eyes and thighs pressed shut. "I... don't think I can walk."

Then we're both laughing, reaching for each other lazily, arms and legs twining together.

I'm suddenly worried I'm gonna be limping across the soccer field tonight, covered in hickeys and aching all over.

Sex is hard work.

Also, I really, really need to take a shower. And I'm starving and...

So sore.

I think it was worth it.

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A/N:

I love smutty study breaks. School sucks. Also, I'm tired.

XOXO Ami

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