Breathe

Chapter 47

"Where there is love there is life." -Mahatma Gandhi

"You're a natural born romantic," I tease Luke, crawling onto his lap. I found him hiding away reading a book. I'm not sure where his recent love for books came from. Maybe I finally complained enough about him not reading that he decided to change his habits. I mentally pat myself on the back.

"Am not," he says and pouts.

"Oh really? This letter," I say waving it in his face,"begs to differ." He looks down to avoid my eye contact.

"You're stripping away my masculinity."

"Good. My plan to corrupt you is on schedule then."

"Corrupting me, hm?"

"I'll show you," I whisper and lean forward and kiss him gently. His hands reach around my body to my ass, pulling me up into his arms. 

He walks over to the table in the corner of the library where we fucked last night. "Is there a lock on the door?"

"Not yet. I'll have one installed soon," he says with a wink.

"What if someone comes in?" I murmur and bite my lip.

"The risk didn't bother you last night."

"I was living in the moment."

"Let's live in the moment again, then." The smirk on his face becomes too much to resist. I let the worrying thought loose and pull his face back down to mine.

His hands lift my shirt off my body as if out of habit. He stares at my chest and brings the small bow on my bra between his fingers. "Is this new?"

I nod with embarrassment. "Valerie made me buy it. It's not really my style, but I liked it."

"It looks good, though," he whispers and my stomach clenches in anticipation. I blush and let out a small hum. "You're..rather..quiet..today," Luke says while trailing kisses down my body.  

"I suppose," I gasp as he nips at my neck. "You're procrastinating. I want you." I don't mind that I sound terribly desperate at the moment.

"Just savoring the moment." He looks up and smirks at me, knowing exactly how much he's teasing me.

His hands reach for my pants and quickly strip them down my legs. My underwear are pulled down to my ankles. I step out of them just before he reaches for my hips, lifting me up and lying me down on the table. Each movement plays out twice as fast as before. Gasps and moans roll out of my mouth without control.

He pauses to lift his shirt off his body in the strange way that most boys do. His pants are at his ankles faster than I've seen him move before. I hear the familiar sound of a foil packet ripping open. Within seconds he's hovering over me on top of the table. His eyes scan mine, admiring me with dark lust.

His hands intertwine with mine above my head, one next to each ear. I feel the lower half of his body lower towards mine as my heart beats with desire. Our lips meet seconds before he presses into me, completely filling me. I moan at the feeling. It's only been a day and I've missed this intimacy greatly. 

His thrusts move slowly at first but quicken within seconds. Pretty soon our lips can't stay together because of the satisfying pace he's entering me at. I close my eyes out of habit and enjoy each moment of being together like this. "More," rolls off my lips before I realize what I'm asking. My eyes open to see a faint smirk take place upon his lips.

He pushes into me faster than ever before. I squeeze his hands and he continues his movements. My body already feels as if it's about to break at every seem. The familiar tension in my stomach is growing faster than normal. It's beyond pleasuring.