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Chapter Forty-Three: Naked

Chapter Forty-Three: Naked

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Ophelia:

Spring break is the best. I don't have to go to school so, I get to spend the whole day... um. Doing lots of different things, but mostly spending time with Luke.

I just... can't get enough of him, of the way he makes me feel, of how happy we are when we're together.

Tuesday morning, I had to finish working on a group project for my bio class with my friend Maya. After lunch, I went to Luke's house and we, you know. Had sex.

Sex is great but so exhausting. When we're done, we just lay there for a bit, naked and sweaty, trying to catch our breaths and then he gets rid of the condom and we cuddle and kiss and relax against each other with our bare skin stuck together. Our bodies just fit, so comfortably.

I think we're just meant to be, you know?

I love being naked with Luke. There's just something about it. Even when we're not doing anything, it's still so nice to feel the warmth of his skin, see the way his muscles move. It just feels so special and intimate. I don't know how it began, exactly, but we started just lying naked together in his bed next to each other, maybe with a blanket over us, doing normal stuff.

Like, he'll stand his iPad up in front of us and stretch out on his stomach, and I'll lay on top of him, my belly pressed against his back, my chin resting in the dip of his shoulder, and we'll watch movies or TV together.

Or, I'll be sprawled on my front beside him reading my novel, and he'll rest on his back with whichever non-fiction book he's working on, and as we're reading, his hand will absently trail soft paths up and down my spine, the backs of his fingers grazing my bum, or the tips of them caressing my shoulder-blades.

Every now and then, he'll give my butt a gentle squeeze and we'll turn towards each other, lean into each other, kiss each other. Uh, on Wednesday when we did that, we ended up pushing our books out of the way and having sex again. Oops.

Speaking of which, I can't decide whether I like it better when he's on top, or when I'm on top.

When he's on top of me, I feel so little compared to him, and he seems so strong and powerful and manly and hot and it's less work for me that way. I love the feeling of his weight on top of me, enveloping me, surrounding me, and hearing all those gruff, low, ragged sounds he makes. Grunts and groans and breaths and growls and... so sexy.

But, when I'm on top, I feel kinda powerful. I can control all the movements and just do what feels good for me, so he doesn't have to ask any questions and I don't have to guide him with my words like when we do it the other way. His hands roam all over my body and he gets to spend lots of time with my boobs, and we can kiss really easily and... the way he looks at me, when I'm rocking and bouncing on top of him, is just so hot. Except, it's lots more work that way, and I get really tired.

I noticed that we actually don't spend lots of time having sex. I mean, we spend lots of time making out and fooling around before because, he still doesn't last very long and it takes him some time to, you know, get me ready, so that I'm close enough and worked up enough when we start. But the actual sex doesn't take much time at all, I realized. Though, I guess it feels like a long time.