Always Him

Chapter 8 - Is Passion Overrated?

Luke puts his hand under my chin, locking his lips on mine. He kisses me with more passion than in those romantic movies you see. He slides his hands down from my waist to my thighs and picks me up. Wrapping my arms around his neck and my legs around his waist, our kiss turns into a full make out session, including tongues. He's making my body tremble, not with fear but with passion. Luke sits me on the kitchen counter top, where I pull him closer and run my hands through his hair. I slowly move my hands to the top button of his red and black checked shirt. I undo the first button, then the second, then the third. Before I know it, I've undone his shirt and pulled it off him. His hands are wandering, indecisive of where to place them. First on my thighs, rubbing the insides with his thumb in a circular motion. Then on my lower back, playing with the jogging bottom waist line. And lastly he decides to grab my shoulders, taking his hoodie off me, breaking the kiss for seconds before our lips meet again and start synchronizing again, not giving me enough time to catch a breath. But I cannot keep myself away from him. His scent is toxic. His eyes are mesmerizing. His taste is scrumptious. He's perfect. He takes me up the stairs where I wriggle out of him carrying me. I push him against the wall opposite the stairs, kissing him with more passion than before. He takes his T-shirt off me, rubbing his forefinger in the small dimple in my back. I pull him towards the bedroom and I push open the door that's behind me. Kissing him and walking backwards is a difficult task but I can't leave his lips. I start to unbutton his jeans and he helps take them off. He lays me on the bed, breaking the kiss. He pulls off the jogging bottoms I'm wearing, kissing my neck in the process. He kisses down my chest, my stomach and my waist. He makes me tremble. Am I doing this? I guess this is no longer a dream I used to have as a fangirl. He pulls down my underwear and kisses my lady parts. It feels weird but good. He slips his tongue inside, making me feel ecstasy. He is great at that. He slips his huge manhood inside and begins to thrust, making me feel like never before. He makes me scream with ecstasy as he finishes. He lays beside me, cuddled up to me kissing my shoulders and neck. This feels right. It feels like life is complete.

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This chapter is a little dirty and I understand the storyline is a bit dodgy. It will all come together in the next few chapters I promise. However, I'm a bit disappointed that there's been no comments. I want to get 10 comments before I post the next chapter. T xx