Faint music can be heard coming from the studio as Luke and I stay out here with the light from the swimming pool reflecting on us. I can hear his soft breathing coming from behind me as he stops pushing and let's me sway to a stop.
I turn around t...
After laying on my bed for 5 mins I quickly got up and decided to get into some comfortable clothes as we spend the rest of the day travelling until our performance tonight.
I walked to my closet and grabbed a matching pink tracksuit that was oversized and slouchy, meaning it was extra warm and cuddly.
I lazily slid my skirt off and put my legs into pastel pink the tracksuit pants. I slid my top off of my torso to reveal a dainty light pink bra made of flimsy, detailed lace.
I always took pride in my underwear, although I may be innocent and inexperienced, having pretty underwear always made me feel beautiful, even if I am the only one to see it.
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I grab my phone and mindlessly scroll through the screen, checking up on some messages and notifications.
I stand there for a couple minutes, only clad in my bra and tracksuit pants, scrolling through my phone.
Suddenly I feel some arms wrap around my waist. I jump out of surprise and gasp about to scream. My heart starts to race until I look down and recognise the ring clad hands currently caressing my stomach.
"Ssshhh it's okay baby it's just me" Luke says, his voice gravelly and whispered as he pulls my back to his front.
"You scared me" I whisper, my heart beating a million miles per minute.
"I'm sorry baby, I'll be better for you" he affirms only tightening his grip.
"Who let my angel look so fucking beautiful" he groans his eye line pointing straight down to the flouncy bra clad to my body.
"Luk-" I start but he spins me around before I can finish. His eyes connect with mine, his usual sky blue irises turning to the colour of the ocean during a brooding storm.
"Sshh baby, I'll take care of you" he reassures his eyes fluttering from my face to my body as he speaks.
"Hold my wrists" he tells me firmly. I look up to him, still catching my breath. I wrap my small hands around his tanned wrists.
"Now guide me wear I can go" he whispers pulling me close. "We go at your pace, you are in control" he kisses my shoulder in between words. I guide his hands to my waist. His rough palms glide against my skin leaving small tingles in their path.
I slowly start pulling his hands further up, letting his fingers touch the border of the light pink lace.
"Fuck" he groans into my neck as he spins me around once again, his crotch pressed up against my ass. I can feel something poking at my bum which makes my face flush bright red.
I don't know what happened to me, but all of a sudden I got the confidence to guide his hands right on top of the bra, each of his palms cradling a breast.
