paper rings (l.h.)

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TW: Smuuuuut.

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I turned around slowly, I had a feeling he would follow me in here. "Might as well," I smirk, watching as he slowly approaches me while peeling off his t-shirt. He had gained weight, as did I, but I didn't mind it. He looks healthy and happy, and I know I wouldn't be able to sleep as well on anyone else's chest.

He approaches me, his hand instinctively taking my thighs and bringing my bare ass to sit on his countertop. I couldn't help but gasp at the cold stone against my skin, but Luke couldn't help but giggle as he felt me try to unbutton his pants for him. "We can be as loud as we want to be," he whispers as I hold his face to mine, my head tilting to find its rhythm against his lips. "How are you feeling?"

"Better," I laugh, dropping his pants to the ground and running my fingertips through the waistband of his boxers. I hold his waist close to me as I wrap my legs around his body. His hand travels up to my erect nipples, massaging my breast in his hand as he kissed my jawline just as I had a few moments before. His lips trailed down to my collarbone, then to my breasts. I leaned back onto the mirror as his lips kissed my skin.

His eyes found mine as I began to feel my breaths become shaky as his tongue began to flick. I grabbed his hand and placed it on the other breast, guiding his hands to pinch the opposite and roll it between his thumb and index.

"You enjoy this, huh?" I smirk, watching his cheeks hollow as he switches from one side, to the other.

He couldn't contain a smirk as he heard my question, standing up slowly to kiss me again. I felt his cock against my bare pussy, the warmth against my throbbing clit. I felt his gentle moan on my lips as he gently grinding his cock into me. "How'd you know?" He whispers, kissing my chest again, down to my sternum, then down my stomach until he was on his knees in front of me.

He positioned my legs so that my knees were separated far enough for him to access every part of me. I looked into his eyes as I slowly reached down to take a little of my wetness to my lips, smirking as I hollow my cheeks just as he did a second ago. His eyes maintain eye contact with me until he was ready.

He wrapped his arms around my thighs as I leaned back into the mirror. I felt the cold faucet against my skin, but I was too focused on his hands to realize how cold it was. I felt goosebumps cover my body as his two fingers found my perfectly erect clit. I felt them travel down to my throbbing hole, to play with my wetness and begin rubbing my clit while his eyes took in every movement I made in anticipation for him.

His tongue found my hole first. I watched as he parted it open to allow himself a better view. He glanced up at me as he whispered, "pretty girl," he smirked, tasting a bit of my sweetness on the tip of his tongue.

I felt his tongue travel to my clit, the steam beginning to fog up the mirror behind me. He ran his tongue from my hole to my clit, sucking the skin gently as I ran my fingers through his hair. "Fuck" I whined, louder than I usually would. He toyed with my clit in his mouth, pulling off with a soft pop.

I felt his finger slowly rub circles around my pink clit. My hips moved with his finger, slowly I pushed myself against him as I felt myself stifle a moan like I was so used to doing in the past.

"Louder," he asks, and I couldn't help but smile as I am given more of the movement that I crave. I let out a soft moan, playing with my tits as I grabbed his hand to guide it.

I forced his two fingers inside of me, which hurt at first. Once I was used to him, I slowly felt it start to feel good. My moans grew louder and more labored as his bicep bulged with each movement he made. I watched as he used his other thumb to toy with my clit until I couldn't help but throw my head back and grab his hand instinctively. I couldn't help but cry "fuck, Luke," until I couldn't possibly take it any longer.

Before I am able to finish, I feel his motions stop as his hand pulls away from me. He maintains eye contact as he opens the shower door for me. I was too out of breath and out of it to be anything other than annoyed that he stopped. "Come on," he laughs. "We're not done yet."

He takes his boxers off before allowing our bodies to be drenched in the warm water. I felt him come behind me and press his hard cock between my thighs. His hands held my hips tight, as I leaned over to guide his cock inside of me.

I held onto the sides of the shower as he began to find his way into me. My eyes couldn't help but roll into the back of my head as I felt my body grow closer and closer to orgasm. I felt him against my clot with each thrust he took, and I felt myself inching even closer with each deep moan he made.

His hands held my tits as he pounded into me, my mouth crying out his name and how good he felt inside of me. I throbbed around his clot until I released, my body gasping as he pulled out once he had felt my body loosen just a few moments ago.

I got on my knees on the tile floor in front of him as my hand took his cock. I pumped it slowly as his body began to tremble as his eyes met mine. His blonde hair was dark, stuck to his forehead as his head flew back. I held it to my lips as I quickened each movement of my fist, until I felt his release all over my face and chest.