Kiss Me Imagines ✔

Photoshoot - Luke Hemmings - Part 4

This is the mature ending that some of you wanted :) Sorry that it took so long!! 

Y/N took a deep drink of her wine and slipped her hand inside her waistband so her fingers could help relieve the pressure in her body. She spread her legs wider and allowed her middle finger to slip into her wet folds and rub slightly against her swollen n-b. With a whimper, she kept her eyes on the proofs with his naked torso and imagined him whispering in her ear.

“That’s it, Y/N,” she heard in his gravelly voice. “That’s it, sexy. Rub one out for me. I want to hear Y/N scream my name.”

She swirled her fingers in the pool of moisture between her legs and felt the wetness increase more as the wine eased the tension in her shoulders. Despite the clothing restrictions, her fingers slipped easily along her slit, helped along by the extreme slipperiness of her arousal.

“Shove Y/Nr finger in Y/Nr pu-sy, Y/N,” fantasy Luke instructed, and she minded. She slid her middle finger inside her and quickly added another. It felt good, but not nearly as good as she knew his long fingers would feel inside her.

Her thumb rubbed her clit harshly as she thrust her fingers inside, and it didn’t take long before her back arched and she climaxed around her fingers. She panted as she imagined Luke’s eyes dark with approval that she’d brought herself to orgasm. Exhausted, she drained the rest of her wine glass, tossed the proofs on the table, and reclined on the couch.

The deliciousness of her orgasm helped her drift off to sleep with images of his tanned chest running in the forefront of her mind. She only meant to nap, but the erotic nature of his naked body moving over and inside of hers swept through her dreams so that she didn’t want to wake. When she felt his tongue inside her again, she awoke to an internal heat so intense she felt on fire and shook her head at the soft morning light peeking through her curtains.

She forced herself to take deep breaths to calm herself before rising to a sitting position and rolling her neck to ease her stiff muscles. Her eyes flickered to the coffee table and landed on the proofs from Luke’s photoshoot again. With a sigh of disgust, she shook her head.

What was it about this guy that got to her so much? He’d been perfectly polite and professional during their work together and he’d certainly been attractive, but she hadn’t lusted after him during the shoot itself except when she was briefly stunned into inaction by his back stretch. She’d been around powerful executives before and had dated a few too, so it wasn’t as if his business prowess set him apart from others.

But there was something in the way he held himself that drew her to him. He was confident, but he was also unfailingly polite and completely respectful. He seemed to be impressed by her in a way that few of her subjects were, and that recognition was nice to receive. He wasn’t c-cky during their interaction and he certainly seemed willing to admit when he was unsure about what she’d asked him to do. A few times, he seemed almost bashful when she complimented him for following her directions so well.

He’d said goodbye to her with a firm handshake and his eyes shone with admiration when he leaned in to kiss her cheek and thank her for her professionalism.

At the thought of his farewell, she raised her fingers to touch the spot on her cheek where his lips had fallen. For a few minutes she allowed herself to wonder if he could possibly live up the fantasy version of him she’d created in her head. She hadn’t had particularly good luck in the dating department for the past several years, and she’d grown weary of trying. The only time she socialized in a place that was specifically geared to meeting people was her long-standing weekly date with her closest friend Johanna.