Chapter Twenty-Three: Valentine's, Part III

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Ophelia:

When Luke comes back, he locks the door and drops the blanket onto the bed and comes to rest beside me. I sit up on the mattress as he tenderly wipes a damp towel over my face, my chin, my neck, the tops of my breasts, until I'm all clean.

Ugh, his fingers brush against my skin a little and I have to clench my legs together because of how achy and fluttery and hot it is down there. When he's done I hold the side of his face and lean in to kiss him and he kisses me back, not caring, apparently, that my mouth was just wrapped around his dick a few minutes ago.

"Luke," I breathe against his lips, shivering as he skims a hand up my side, his thumb brushing the bottom of one of my boobs. I feel kinda nervous asking now. What if he doesn't want to? "Do you... can you..." I bite my lip, blushing, watching him through the screen of my eyelashes.

Gently, he guides me onto my back and every part of my body just lights up as he comes to lie on top of me, his bare skin brushing me nearly everywhere. My tights are in the way and I wish he'd take them off.

He nudges his nose against the side of mine and trails his lips to my ear and floats his fingers to the edge of my tights and asks hoarsely, "Do you want me to... uh... go down on you?"

I swear flames actually burst between my legs. It sounds so dirty when he says it like that. "Yes please," I reply breathlessly. "Unless you... don't want to..."

A groan from the back of his throat. He rests his forehead against mine and I can feel his warm breath fanning my face and he's just... intoxicating. Being with him just makes me feel so high. "Of course I want to," he assures, and the thick, heavy lowness of his voice is so... masculine and he's... a man and he's gonna put his head between my legs and holy fudge...

Before I can even fully process what I've just agreed to, he's kissing a slow, soft, deliberate path down my body. His lips are soft and slightly coarse as they slide across my skin. He runs a rough thumb over one of my nipples as he sucks the other into his mouth and I grasp onto the back of his head helplessly, parting my legs around him as he switches sides. My hips arch, trembling, as he continues a wet trail over my sternum, my belly. He swirls his tongue around my belly button and it tickles and tingles and, "Oh my God, Luke," I sigh, looking down at him as he slips my tights off my legs so I'm just in my panties.

My eyes go wide as he parts my legs and settles between them, pressing tender kisses to the insides of my thighs. His stubble scrapes against my skin and the feeling is so yummy that my breaths are all uneven and I swear there's like, an entire waterfall gushing between my legs. How come I always get so wet?

His dark gaze focuses between my legs and he scrubs a hand over his jaw and says, "Fuck, Feelz." And then he's leaning even closer and oh my God, oh my God, the tip his nose touches the centre of the fabric and he takes a deep inhale and says gruffly, "You smell so good, Ophelia."

I know that smell, by now. The musky, sweet-sour scent that fills the air when he has his fingers between my legs. It's earthy, smells like... what I imagine sex would smell like, if sex had a smell.

I'm shaking as he slips his fingers beneath the top of my underwear and pulls the thin, red, lacy fabric down and off me.

He looks so... intense as he rests himself on his stomach between my legs, holding my thighs gently, settling his face a few inches away. He looks... hungry, almost. Oh... he is gonna... eat me, I guess. Oh...

My chest is rising and falling with rapid, shallow breaths as I watch him, feel him grip my thighs in place with his hands as he draws his face close to the hot, soaked, swollen mess between my legs. "Oh, Feelz," he rasps, eyes hooded as he stares at my... whatever you wanna call it. "You're so wet, holy shit."

I resist the urge to clamp my legs together because I feel so vulnerable and exposed and... "Luke..." I whimper. "I need... I need it..."

"Okay, baby. I'm gonna... try and make you feel really good, I promise." My core tightens and flinches as he strokes a thumb through my folds from the top to the bottom. His lips are only a few inches away and I can feel his hot breath on the slick flesh pulsing at the centre of me. I can't help it when my back arches and my hips flex towards him.

This weak, surprised gasp falls from my lungs as he presses a soft, hesitant kiss just above my opening. A low sound rumbles from the back of his throat and one of my hands falls to the top of his thick, dark hair, sifting through it distractedly.

And then... holy moly guacamole...

"Oh..."

His warm, wet tongue licks a heavy path from my opening up to my clit and it makes a slick, squashing sound and it smells so musky and dark and feels so... indescribably intense that I'm already whimpering.

He pauses, maybe to swallow back some of the moisture before dipping back to press his lips to me. Oh, oh, oh... He kisses every inch of me, laps up my wetness into his mouth and I... oh... "Luke..."

"You taste really good, Fee," he groans before going back for more.

Oh my fricking God.

I can hardly register the world around me through this bright, dizzy haze of warmth and colour and sensation that envelopes my body. Something takes over the both of us. I grip onto his hair, pushing him desperately closer to me as my hips writhe and his hands hold onto my thighs really tight, pressing me right against his face.

I thought he might... be shy or take it slow but no he's devouring me, pulling my folds into his mouth and then sucking on my clit, flicking his tongue over it and

Holy

Frigging

Shit

I'm too lost to care how strange I sound as I moan his name, and he doesn't hesitate as he licks me, sucks me, kisses me, caresses me with his lips and I like all of it, all of it feels good, and he's making these gruff noises and the wet sound of it fills the room and it's filthy but so good and...

I use my other hand to rub my nipples which just intensifies the pleasure building between my thighs.

"Oh Luke, oh my God..." He spends some time focusing on my clit with his lips and tongue and he even grazes it gently with his teeth and it's enough to make me shatter into a bajillion pieces. Everything tightens and squeezes and clenches and ripples over and over and he doesn't stop until I'm a limp, sweating, breathless, boneless pile of limbs sinking into the covers, still trying to fall back from some other mystical planet of utter bliss.

My legs collapse down and the space between them feels so wet and sticky and raw and sensitive. When I finally work up the energy to peel my eyes open and look down to where he's resting still between my legs, watching me, dazed, I find his mouth and chin and the tip of his nose all wet, practically glistening. Holy cow.

"Oh my... Luke. That was..." All I can do is whimper, shivering, wrapping my arms around myself and feeling so... exhausted. And I didn't even do any of the work.

He uses an extra damp towel he brought to wipe his face and then crawls up beside me and we wrap our arms around each other and sink into each other, basking in the warmth of it. "You taste really fucking good, Ophelia," he mumbles into my ear.

Oh wow.

"I've never... felt anything so amazing, Luke," I breathe. "Thank you."

He chuckles, pushes my hair back and kisses my forehead as I snuggle up close to him, trying to feel all his warmth. "Happy Valentine's Day."

I giggle into the crook of his neck. "Happy Valentine's Day."

It's not even that late but we're both so tired now. Ugh, my overnight bag is by the front door. I should get it, put my PJs on, remove my makeup and wash my face but that would mean leaving his strong, comforting embrace and I'm not ready for that.

I slide my underwear back on and we slip beneath some blankets and we wrap ourselves around each other, bare skin stuck to bare skin, our hearts beating together, our fingers wandering and caressing and touching each other lovingly.

I feel like... we've shared our bodies with each other and it's so... special and intimate because no one has has ever touched him like that, seen him like that, done any of those things to him before, and of course not to me either. So it's like... he's really mine and I'm really his, and he has this huge piece of me, of my body and my heart and my soul that no one else will ever, ever have. Forever, I think.

His hand idly strokes the back of my head as I lean against his chest. We're both dirty and sticky and sweaty and kinda smelly but I don't mind. It just feels... like another thing we share with each other, I guess.

"I love you so much, Luke."

"Mm. I love you too, baby."

We rest onto our sides, chests flushed together, arms wrapped around each other, and kiss each other softly, gently, tenderly. Small, chaste pecks that all blend together into a long kiss. We both taste a little... salty and earthy and grimy. I guess it's really gross when you think about it so I just choose not to.

He skims his knuckles up and down my spine, and I splay a lazy hand across his shoulder blades as our noses brush together and we look into each others eyes, rest our foreheads together. I feel warm and heavy and like I'm submerged in liquid gold or honey or... something really rich and precious.

"Luke?"

"Mhm?"

"I think... you're the love of my life."

I don't really know why I said that except for the fact that it feels so true and right right now.

He holds my face in his big hands and strokes my cheeks with his thumbs and his expression is so soft and his lips are tilted up into a small, lopsided smile and he scrunches his nose up and pushes it against mine and says, "I know you are."

And dang it, why am I crying?

He kisses my tears away and gathers me really close to him, squeezes his arms super tight around me in a way that makes me feel so loved and safe, and buries his nose into my hair, and neither of us moves for a long time.

It's only when we're both yawning, dozing off into sleep that he gets up to turn the lights off before coming back. We snuggle close to each other and say "I love you" one more time before we fall asleep.

I guess I can just wash my face in the morning.

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A/N:

Why are they so perfect? Why can't this exist irl?

Also. 😏 Luke loves that pussay. I don't think anyone's surprised.

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