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Chapter Thirty-Three: Sex, Part II

Chapter Thirty-Three: Sex, Part II

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Ophelia:

We're gonna do it.

We're doing it.

Sex.

Isn't that just crazy?

All I know is that right now, my entire body is on fire and my brain has turned to mush and my skin is hot as flames and Luke Luke Luke Luke Luke...

We're making out on his bed, me on top of him. His big, strong hands skate down my back, grasp my waist, slip beneath my skirt to hold onto my bum. My fingers are threaded in his hair as we kiss each other. It's a mix of fast and slow, rough and soft, sloppy and gentle.

Our lips twine together, and our tongues slide against each other. He nips at my lips with his teeth, sucks on the tip of my tongue. Every little twisting movement of our mouths sends a hot ache to my core. Combined with his taste, and his smell, and his rough, low masculine sounds, and his hands gliding over me, it's enough to catapult me high as the stars.

I think we both realize that we don't have to rush. I mean, I'm excited but I'm also really nervous. But this, what we're doing now, is something that we're both really good at, and it feels so good, so. We do it for a little while.

My hips start flexing and rolling against his as we kiss each other. I could come from this too, I think. The hard, throbbing bulge of his erection strains against the fabric of his jeans and presses right between my thighs. I rock my lower half, grinding for friction to alleviate the tension coiling at the centre of me, and it makes him groan.

Oh, poor Luke. I already came once and he didn't come at all. Should I... help him come, before? Will he be hard again soon enough for us to have sex or should we just... um, save his boner for the real thing?

Wait, maybe he should come before so he doesn't get too excited? I don't know. I wish this entire process came with an instruction manual, honestly. Ugh.

He gently begins to peel my dress up off me and discards it somewhere to the side. I slip my hands beneath his plain black T-shirt, feeling how hot his skin is, the firm, taut muscle of his lean stomach. When we're both topless, I sit up for a sec and he holds me by the hips and just looks at me, his pupils so wide that the black completely drowns away the brown as his gaze floats over my chest, over my stomach, down between my legs.

I bite my lip, flushing at the way he's staring at me. I bought new underwear for the occasion. It's really pretty and quite skimpy and revealing. Soft pink, almost nude, and sheer. His thumbs extend towards my belly button, gently caress distracted circles against the sensitive skin of my tummy. He swallows and his Adam's apple ripples in his throat. After a few silent moments he mumbles, "Feelz. I swear you're the most beautiful thing I've ever seen in my life."

My heart swells and constricts. He sounds so sincere and affected and when he says stuff like that to me, it seems like the truth and I feel like the luckiest girl in the entire world.

I lean back down to kiss him again, loving the way the skin of our bare stomachs sticks together. The tips of my breasts are so hard and needy and I can't wait until he touches them and kisses them and sucks them. Really, I just want him to kiss me everywhere. I wanna kiss him everywhere, over every golden inch of his tall, handsome, perfect body. Because he's mine forever and ever and I just... love him so much. Too much to contain sometimes.