Resistance • l.h.

Seventy One

I was utterly surprised, my mouth hanging open. I didn't think he would be well enough physically, for a long time.Luke took his thumb and ran it across my bottom lip, watching my reaction. I was practically panting at his point.

"What's wrong baby? Cat got your tongue?"

I shook my head from side to side once, only half acknowledging my actions.

"Then what are you waiting for?" He hissed.

I dropped down my knees, pulling down his zipper and his pants, which already had a prominent bulge in the middle of it. He groaned, just from the sight of me. I didn't exactly know why I was so nervous. Maybe it had to do something with that fact it's been so long since I've touched him.

Pulling down his underwear and pants, his erection sprung free and he took in a breath, begging me to do something.

I took it into my hands, pumping it at an agonizingly slow pace and I could feel him shake. Darting out my tongue, I started at the bottom of his shaft and slowly licked my way up, until I was at the very tip, where I sucked lightly.

"Oh God, I've missed you. I've missed your perfect mouth," he moaned.

I continued to play with the tip, not putting my entire mouth on it and he let out a cry of frustration.

"Damn it, Angel, please. Enough with the teasing," he said angrily, pushing my head down onto his cock.

He shut his eyes in satisfaction as I lowered myself down onto him, nearly choking when he involuntarily bucked up.

"You look so fucking hot with your mouth wrapped around me," he panted and I hummed at his words, the vibrations making him nearly scream.

I stopped and he groaned in aggravation. "What the hell?"

"I want you," I explained, as we took off our clothes, sprinting toward the bedroom. We landed on the bed, with my body hovering on top of his. I held back a laugh at how eager he was.

My eyes immediately landed onto the stitches that he had to get from the surgery. My stomach twisted into knots as he observed me sadly.

"It's alright, Angel. I'm here." Luke covered my hands with his.

I bent down and kissed the scars, trailing my hands lightly over his wound and I felt goosebumps appear on his skin.

"I love you," I whispered, sliding a little bit lower down so that I could lower myself onto his already covered length.

His back arched off the bed, eyes rolling back into his head at the sensation. "Oh...shit... I love you so much," he said, keeping a tight hold on my hips as he taught me how to move up and down without using his mouth.

It wasn't long before he was screaming my name, thrusting up into me and came, hard. I was exhausted, and I didn't come, but I was okay with it. I just wanted to please him.

Luke was panting, lying next to me. All of a sudden, it seemed to register to him that I didn't have an orgasm.

"You didn't come. Damn it, I'm so sorry," he said and I laughed, shaking my head.

"Stop it. I wanted to make you happy."

He crawled over to me, prying my legs open and looked up at me.

"Who said we were done?" He asked, attaching his lips to my core and I cried out loudly as he made me come, over and over again, that night.

There's like five chapters left nooo! And I'm in the middle of writing another story so after these, it might be a while until I get to talk to you guys again :( but yeah. I love you all! Until next time.