His & Mine | Sequel to Make It Known | DISCONTINUED

Chapter Thirty-Four: Sex, Part III

Chapter Thirty-Four: Sex, Part III

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Ophelia:

The next morning, I wake up to this sore, achey feeling at the centre of me.

Luke stirs beside me, his warm, heavy arm draped across my bare stomach.

We had sex.

I'm no longer a virgin.

Woah.

I won't bore you with all the sordid, messy details, but let's just say that it took us quite a bit of time to finally figure it out.

But then we did, and...

Ami here. Ha! Just kidding. Don't hurt me.

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Chapter Thirty-Four: Sex, Part III
(for real this time)

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Ophelia:

Even though it apparently doesn't take very long for guys Luke's age to finish sometimes, the upside, no pun intended, is that it also doesn't take him very long at all to get hard again.

I can't say I wasn't a little disappointed that it all ended before it even began, but honestly, I was kinda expecting something like that to happen, based on all the things I read online.

As we kiss and cuddle and he strokes a couple long fingers slowly, teasingly between my legs, our noses brushing together and our breaths a hot tickle across each other's cheeks, the anticipation and want and need builds steadily in my lower abdomen.

We lay on our sides, face to face. The rough pad of his thumb rubs slow, taunting circles over my clit, and my fingertips gently caress his shaft and my palm cups his balls. We explore each other lazily with our fingers until my breaths are shallow and my insides are clenching with desire and I just...

Wanna feel him inside of me, already.

I'm still so wet and uncomfortable and achy. His hand stills for a moment, slips from between my thighs and grasps my hip. He tilts me back a little and dips down to suck one of my pert, stiff nipples into his mouth, circling it with the warm, soft wetness of his tongue and sending bright wisps of electricity curling down my spine.

"Luke," I breathe helplessly, squeezing his length as I feel him starting to get hard again. "I need you..."

He groans against the swell of one of my breasts, presses a soft kiss to my left nipple before pulling away. "We can probably try again now, if you want." His voice is so low and raspy and masculine and I just think it sounds so hot. It makes me hot. Right now, everything about him is making me hot and I need to alleviate some of the insistent tugging in my gut.

He shuffles over to the edge of the bed to grab another condom. "Can... I try putting it on?" I ask as he tears apart the packaging.

He hands it to me, sits up on the bed with his hands behind him while I rest on my knees beside him. My eyes settle, wide and dark, on his dick that strains upwards between his strong thighs. He's definitely ready. I carefully unroll the condom. I've never touched a condom before now and as I hold the slippery latex tentatively in my fingers, I feel strangely accomplished. With my thighs pressed tightly together to stifle the damp, throbbing feeling between them, I reach for his thick, erect penis and begin to awkwardly roll the condom on.