I don't remember the last time i felt this warm. It was more like my skin was on fire and the only thing my mind could think of, the only thought going through my brain was Luke.
My only thought was the way his hands felt so soft around my body, how his face was hidden in the crook of my neck, how his steady breathes sounded like music to my ears.
Nothing had happen between us. He had stopped it and it made me feel a little embarrassed at first, thinking he didn't want me that way. It is the middle of the night and all I'm doing is replaying the events.
*flashback*
He kisses me again. Slow but hungry, as his Rough hand trails from my waist, and down to my bare thigh.
I wanted more. My body was on fire.
When he reached the back of my knee, he skillfully pulls me towards him, as he presses himself down on me, causing another low grunt to escape his pink lips.
He leaves his hand there, at the back of my knee and caresses my face with the other. "You drive me crazy." He says, staring at me with green lustful eyes.
I love the way he's looking at me, like I'm the only one in this world, a work of art. If only he knew that it was the same thing I thought about him. If only he knew how confused he has me.
It scares me that those words cause a wave of fear and pleasure. It feels so intense, too intense. I love it and I hate the power it has over me.
The hand that caresses my face, moves slowly down to my neck, onto my breasts down my stomach, and his eyes never leave my body as he continues his soft assault.
I follow the trail that his hand is making on my body, making me feel hot, as my back arches.
His hand stops on top of my panties, making my body feel another wave of heat. I moan, feeling needy. "Luke."
He smirks, causing my cheeks to warm up. He leaves his hand there, playing with the hem of my panties.
I push him down on the mattress, straddling his hips again. It seems Ive caught him by surprise. I can feel him between me again, which makes a wave of pleasure go down my spine.
The feeling is unknown and foreign to me. But its causing something within me, just the thought of Luke touching me. Just the way he's looking at me.
His eyes are wide, as he watches me. There's a wildness in his eyes that is making me crazy.
I unzip his jeans carefully with slightly shaky hands. He grabs my hand and assists me. Im feeling so nervous right now but everything is telling me to continue.
He takes his jeans off and is left in only his pleaded boxers. Again, I straddle his lap and moan loudly when we touch and I can feel him, hard under me.
On instinct, my hips start moving back and forth, as my breathing becomes ragged.
"Fuck." He curses, taking ahold of my hips.
I open my eyes and continue my slow torturing movement, while staring at his closed eyes and furrowed brows.
I love the way, he looks so flustered and exposed.
I moan again, feeling pleasure shoot across my spine. I reach down, making my hand travel from his toned chest, down to the hem of his boxers.
My fingertips tingle as my heart beats uncontrollably with anticipation.
"Fuck Bri" he breathes out.
Its filled with so much pleasure and the sound makes me want to move faster, just so that I can hear my name again.
I start to pull down his boxers, and I start to nervous again.
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A/N:OMG!! I FEEL SO UNHOLY😂 I SWEAR I ASKED FOR HELP ON THIS, I FELT KINDA WEIRD WRITING IT. VOTE AND COMMENT IF U LIKE IT. Ur nasty🌚 jk😀
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