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LukeBlack: she spent almost 2 hours modeling all her new clothes for me and I'm so happy right now
"You're not serious right now." Luke groaned when I walked into the living room of my apartment. I tugged the strings of my white lace g-string high on my hips and turned so he could get a full view of my butt. "My God," he mumbled, walking over to me in just his ripped up jeans. "You are so sexy." He moaned, licking his lips as he brushed his hands over my matching lace bralette. "Do you have any other little outfits or is this the last one?" He smirked.
"Last one." I bit my lip, watching his lips rise and his eyes close as he smacked my backside. He wrapped his hands around my thighs before lifting me off the carpet and around his waist.
"That had to be the most beautiful fashion show I've ever seen. I'm so glad you went shopping." He kissed my neck and I wrapped my arms around his while he carried me down the hall.
He pressed me against the bedroom wall and kissed me passionately, holding my thighs tightly while I tugged his hair.
He bit down on my bottom lip, walking over to the bed to lay me down. My fingers pulled his jeans unbuttoned and he stood up to slide them off before taking the lacy fabric off of me. He kissed his way up my body, from my stomach to each breast, to my neck and then my lips. "I love you, baby." He whispered, spreading my legs. I whispered back and he placing his fingers between my legs, rubbing my clit slowly. "That's my girl." He smirked when I moaned at his touch.
His hand wrapped around himself and he slid into me, to the hilt. He was slow and perfect, doing everything to make the both of us feel good. He kissed all over my face and my neck, marking me with his little purple bites whenever I pulled his hair. He told me how much he loved me, needed me. I was thriving with him.
I held his face while we climaxed together, his eyes looking into mine while he clenched his jaw tightly. "Fuck!" He growled, leaning down to press his lips against mine. I held him tightly against me and didn't want to let him go. His body against mine while I ran my hands against his back.
"I love you." I told him, kissing him again. He grinned, pulling himself onto his elbows to hover over me.
"Marry me." He whispered, his eyes nothing but sure. "It doesn't have to be anytime soon but I want to marry you."
"We need time." I told him, placing my hands on his jaw. "And I need a proper proposal." I smirked, kissing his cheek. "Give it a little bit longer."
"I know what I want."
"I know you do. I just don't want you to get ahead of yourself."
"You'll tell me when you're ready?" He sighed, licking his lips.
"I will."
--- 2 Weeks Later ---
"You're annoying." I mumbled with my toothbrush muffling my words. Luke chuckled, slapping my butt again, making me roll my eyes at him. We both stood naked in the mirror, his hands on my hips and waist as I brushed my teeth and combed my hair. He put some kind of wax in his hair to make it shiny and he was done but he waited for me to finish up. I washed my face, moisturized and pulled my hair into a bun. I put on concealer and mascara and my favorite lip gloss. "Done." I smiled at him and he leaned down to kiss my cheek.
"Beautiful." He whispered, kissing my shoulder. "Get dressed so I can take you to eat."
"What should I wear?" I pouted, walking out of my bathroom and into my closet. I opened my top drawer and slid on a white thong and grabbed a pair of high waisted white culottes and a white wrap top that stopped just below my boobs. Luke put on his jeans and a black t-shirt. He looked good. Really good.
"Stop looking at me like that." He shook his head. "That's why we couldn't even last 2 weeks without sex." He laughed, sliding on his black boots. I wrapped my arms around shoulders and kissed his hair softly. He smiled, patting my butt before he stood up. "Lets go. I'm starving."
"You're always hungry." I snorted, following him down the hall with my sandals in hand. "Do you like my outfit? It's new!" I grinned, twirling by the door before I grabbed my house keys.
"It's beautiful, baby." He kissed my cheek and grabbed his car keys. "I like it."
I opened a drawer from the desk next to the foyer and pulled out the gold key I had made, the one held by a shiny silver keychain, with the letters for his pet name for me written in cursive. I folded it in my hand before turning to see him with the door open. "I got you something," I grinned, grabbing his hand. He watched me, a bemused look on his face. "Use it wisely." I said, placing it in his palm.
"Baby," he smirked, looking at the metal he held. "What's this for?"
"My heart." I deadpanned and he shook his head, laughing. "It's for my apartment. If you ever, wanna stop by or can't sleep or I'm too lazy to open the door. Or if you have some crazy idea for a proposal or something." I teased and he shook his head. "I still have one for the house so I figured you should have one for mine."
"Ok," he nodded, hooking the set onto his keys. "Thank you."
He took me to brunch at this cafe in Miami. We split a cream cheese danish and had cappuccinos. He begged me to try the avocado toast and I loved it. We talked about everything and nothing. He took constant pictures of me and made sexual remarks about my boobs non stop. We laughed a lot, like we normally do and it was the first time in awhile that I felt like we were back to normal.
