Mrs All American - luke

le sex

ive been laughing for fifteen years over the title of this chapter im sorry

L U K E

Holy shit.

Fuck.

This is happening.

This is really fucking happening. The way Sam giggles into our kiss, is not helping the situation in my jeans. It doesn't make things any better when we make it to her room and she pulls at my hair. I hear the zipper of her jeans go down and when I feel her reach for her jeans, I stop her and she looks up at me.

"Slow down, babe," I tell her as I guide her to the bed and lay her down in the middle. "We have all night," I whisper as I crawl onto the bed with her underneath me. I mostly stopped her because I want to be the one to undress her.

We've been in this position so many times and it is now that I'm just getting nervous about it.

I reach for her jeans, slowly pulling them down her legs and then throw them on the floor beside me. She scowls at me and I laugh at her. Of course she'd scold me for throwing her clothes on the floor. Her scowl disappears when I pull my own jeans down and step out of them, crawling over to her. I hear her sigh as I kiss down her thigh, up her stomach and chest.

Her arms are on either side of her, above her head as she looks up at me, eyes sparkling with an emotion I can't point out. It's now that I notice her underwear match her bra.

Fuck me. Literally.

"Fuck, Sam," I groan and pull at the waistband of her underwear so it smacks against her skin. The way she's breathing heavily is making the area between my legs ache.

"I want you. So. Fucking. Bad," I tell her in between kisses and she gasps at my sudden confession.

I've never wanted someone so badly in my entire life, it's selfish of me.

Sam eyes me carefully as my hands slide down her shoulders, chest and stomach, stopping at her hips again. At this, her hips arch off the mattress, telling me exactly what she wants. I bet her hips are very talented and would feel delicious rocking against mine.

My mouth finds hers and my body finds its way to fit between her parted legs. Sam whines when I pull away and run a finger along the strap of her bra. "Can I take this off?" I ask her. I'm not sure why I do, but I feel like I have to. She gives me an answer by sitting up a bit and I reach behind her, fumbling with the clasp before undoing it with one hand and it's thrown off to the side, landing on the floor with our jeans.

It's a bit dark in the room, but with the dim lighting coming from outside, I can make out every single detail about her. Like the way her face is blushed, the delicate curves of her body and the freckles on her chest that I've grown to really like. I kiss both her cheeks and then realize something very, very important.

My forehead presses against hers and I sigh deeply. She notices my sudden frustration. "What's wrong, Luke?"

I pull back slightly so I can look at her and she bites her lip. Fuck. "I don't have a condom," I admit when I press my forehead to her shoulder blade. I didn't bring one because I really wasn't expecting this to go down.

She stays silent and I hear her gulp as she tugs at the ends of my hair. If we, for some reason, were in any other situation, I wouldn't care about a condom. I've only had sex without one a few times, with my ex girlfriend, and-

"I know we should, but I really don't wanna stop," a few words come out as small pants and my eyes widen when I realize I didn't just think the words. I said them. "Sorry, I didn't mean to-"