Chapter Thirty-Five: Better

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Luke:

Ophelia stirs in my arms. Her bare body is warm and soft and cuddled tightly against mine, as we lay with our limbs tangled together beneath the blanket.

After we had sex, we were both tired. She seemed a little dazed and emotional and I don't blame her. It was... intense. Really fucking intense. Pushing myself into her, inch by inch, feeling her body so tight and wet, resisting me but welcoming me at the same time. I knew it was uncomfortable for her and it made me a little... guilty, I guess, that I was only feeling pleasure while she had all the pain and discomfort.

And the way her body felt, trembling and hot beneath me. Her breaths falling against my face, her small hands digging into my skin, drifting through my hair, her hard little nipples rubbing against my chest. And just... the feelings, I guess. Being so close to her, inside her? Her trusting me to take care of her, and knowing we were doing something to each other, experiencing something with each other, that no one else would ever get to have? It was a lot to handle and I wasn't even the one who had to go through the hard part.

It was still early, maybe only seven or eight, when we dozed off naked in each other's arms with the lights still on. Now when my eyes drift open, groggy, I have a feeling it's late in the evening and I know we just ruined a good night's sleep, but oh well.

Her messy hair tickles my nose and her lips brush softly against my shoulder. My heart skips a beat, grows really warm and constricts real tight in my chest.

I took her virginity. She took mine. I'm her first, she's my first.

And only.

I don't want anyone else, ever. Only her.

She sighs, letting out a quiet moan and squirming. I'm half-hard against her thigh, my body buzzing from her nearness and bareness, from the way her curves press so close to me.

I sweep a tender palm through the back of her hair, kiss the top of her head. "Hey," I greet groggily.

She tilts back a bit, leans up to look at me, blinks those big brown eyes a couple times to clear them of sleep. "Hi," she replies, her voice soft and husky.

Her thighs are pressed tight together and I bet she's all tender and sore down there. I mean, if I had a vagina and someone pushed something the size of my dick up there, I'm sure it'd take some time to recover after.

Ouch.

"Are you feeling okay?" I ask against her lips.

"Mhm," she hums, and then timidly admits, "Just a little sore."

I skim my hand over her hip, slowly towards the front of her thighs, my fingers lingering over the junction between them. "Sore here?"

She chews on her bottom lip, nods.

I gently shift her onto her back, press a soft kiss to her mouth. Then to the hollow of her neck, against her collarbone, the valley of her breasts, her belly button. She shivers beneath me, and I watch as her nipples rise into hard peaks and goosebumps erupt across her skin.

"Luke," she whispers, sounding confused, raking her fingers through my hair. "What are you doing?"

I settle myself between her legs, and she complies as I prod them open and explain, gruffly, "Kissing it better."

A surprised breath gushes from her mouth. She isn't as wet as she was before, but that's okay. I wait a few moments for her to tell me she doesn't want it or to ask me to stop but she doesn't. She keeps her legs parted and gazes down at me through her thick eyelashes, her bottom lip curled into her mouth.

Softly, slowly, I press my mouth right to her opening, the tip of my nose nudging her folds. That makes her sigh, breathy and choked. Fuck, I love the sounds that she makes. She doesn't look much different down here, actually. Maybe a little pinker. I place gentle kisses over every inch of her and watch as she grows slicker, wetter. Like magic.

"Is this okay?" I ask, rough and low. Her scent fills my nose, the faint promise of her taste teasing the tips of my lips.

"Yes," she assures, flexing her hips closer to me. I smile against her inner thigh.

I eat her out slowly, softly, patiently. Trying to be gentle even if I'm not sure she needs it. Trying to soothe her with the warmth of my tongue, the softness of my lips. I suckle her clit, drawing it into the heat of my mouth so she's whispering my name breathlessly over and over. I don't push any of my fingers into her because I don't know if that'll be uncomfortable. I tease her entrance with my tongue, slip it into her so her earthy-sweet wetness floods my mouth. She likes that, I know, from the way she tugs at my hair, thrusts herself against my face.

I'm glad this makes her feel good. Love seeing her fall into the pleasure of it, catching a glimpse of her fingers twisting and rubbing her nipples, her eyes screwed shut and her lips parted and her chest heaving. Her left nipple is more sensitive, I think. She usually focuses on that one more, as she circles it with the pad of her thumb.

"Luke," she whimpers, her spine arching. She tenses, clenches, squeezes and tightens and then releases, panting and breathless and sweaty. I love the way her pussy looks, when she comes. Quivering and glistening and rippling.

Mm, now I'm hard again. I press a final kiss between her legs and then sit back up, scoot over to the edge of the bed. I give my face a quick wipe with a hand-towel, take a swig of water and then collect her into my arms. "I love it when you do that," she breathes, holding onto the side of my neck and reaching for my mouth with hers. Her lips and tongue are hungry and insistent as they crush against mine. Warmth travels down my spine as her hand wanders between us, her fingers grasping my shaft and giving me a squeeze. When her eyes meet mine, I'm surprised to see them so dark, so bright. Wide and maybe a little wild. "Can we do it again?" she requests softly, shyly, her fingertips drifting down to stroke my sac.

Fuck.

"You sure?" I wasn't expecting her to... want it again, so soon. I thought she'd need more time to recover before she decided to try again.

She nods, dipping forward to kiss me again, molding her body close to mine. Fuck, she feels so good. Always. "I think it'll be better this time," she decides, sucking my bottom lip into her mouth so heat spears through me right to my balls.

I give her bum a soft squeeze and peck another wet kiss to her mouth before going back for another condom. This is the third one tonight. Damn. I glance at the bottle of lube sitting on the table and decide to grab it too. When I make my way back to her I tell her, "Maybe we should try the lube this time?"

She nods, reaching for it curiously. I pass it to her and get busy rolling on the condom while she reads through the text on the side of the little white bottle. I made sure to get a water-based one because I read that the oily ones are bad for the condom.

She purses her lips, blushing a little. "How do we..."

I chuckle. "I think you're supposed to put it on the condom?" Not like, squirt it up her vagina or something. Or actually, maybe you can... smear it on the outside? Not even sure, actually.

"Oh, that makes sense." She glances down at my hard-on and gets that familiar bright-eyed look on her face. Fuck, I love it when she's horny and turned on. "So do I just... rub it on?"

I can't help but laugh. "Uh, if you want." There's only one way to find out, I guess.

She unscrews the lid and removes the safety seal from the top, crawling over to the other side of the bed so she can chuck the scrap in the bin. Then she sits on her hands and knees in front of me, naked and sexy and flushed and wet and looking like she wants. Tentatively, she squeezes some of the clear gel onto her fingers, watching it fascinatingly. She doesn't use too much, just a couple squirts. Then she rests the bottle to the side and places her other hand on my bare thigh, leaning in to experimentally touch the mound of gel to my shaft. Frick, it's cold.

"Feelz, I think you're supposed to... warm it up with your hands first? So it isn't so cold?"

"Oh." Her eyes widen. "Oops." Damn, she's adorable. She cautiously smears it between her fingers, enraptured at the way it squishes and runs and flows across her fingertips. A giggle escapes her lips and I just want to kiss the fuck out of her right now. "It should be better now," she tells me, reaching for me again. She uses both hands to coat the condom with lube, massaging the slick substance all over my length, top to bottom. I groan, taking in the sight of her, the way her tits shake a little as she moves, her pink nipples jutting into the air.

When she's done, she has a little bit of the stickiness left on her hands. She brings a couple fingertips up to her mouth, sampling the taste of it. A crooked smile curls at the edge of my lips. Why is she always so curious about the way things taste? "Tastes like... nothing," she determines with a shrug. She quickly wipes her hands off with a towel, sets the bottle back on the side-table and then looks at me expectantly.

She scoots back, rests her head against the pillow and I come to hover over her, pressing my mouth to hers, wanting her to feel comfortable. I kiss her hard and until she's squirming and breathless and parting her legs around me, reaching for my length. With the lube it's all slippery and some of the slick gel gets on her stomach, on her fingers. She guides me between her legs and grips my shoulders while I rub myself back and forth against her folds, and the lube mixes with her wetness so it's soaking wet down there. Fuck, her skin is so hot. She just feels... so fucking amazing.

Our heads bump together as we both look down to where our bodies connect. Literally the craziest thing in the entire world, seeing my cock resting against her pussy, even if my junk looks kinda stupid wrapped in the latex. Actually, the craziest thing ever is when I watched myself disappear into her earlier, saw and felt the way her body stretched to fit me.

This is gonna sound weird but, I don't really like porn. Around when I hit puberty and had to start learning about sex and stuff, my parents talked to me about it, and explained that it's unrealistic and—their words—can be demeaning and create harmful expectations. They just told me to be very... cautious about it. I watched a video once, because I was curious and horny, and it just made me super uncomfortable, actually.

Well, my point is that, I saw when sex happened for other people, the way their bodies fit together, the way their bodies looked. And it didn't really... do anything for me except make me feel kinda guilty and ashamed for looking at it in the first place.

But, Ophelia? Looking at her pussy, or watching the way our bodies join together? It's pornographic but it's so fucking hot. Turns me on to the point where I think I'm gonna burst into flames. I want to watch the way she stretches when I push myself into her, the slickness, the way her swollen flesh looks, pink and glistening. It's magic and insanity and heaven all rolled into one.

"I want you, Luke," she whispers as she arches her lower half upward, rubbing herself against me and squeezing her eyes shut from the feel of it.

Jesus Christ. I use a hand to line myself up with her opening and I can't help but groan when the head of my cock settles at the apex of her thighs, where she's all slick and hot and firm. She grips onto my hips and we both watch as she tilts up and I rock forward and start to press into her. Oh my fucking god. Her arousal combined with the lube and probably the fact that we've done this once before makes it so much easier than last time for me to slide into her. She gasps and I groan and she's so hot and wet and fuck fuck fuck, she arches up and I push forward and then I'm buried in her all the way and it's just... ecstasy.

Her hands come up to hold my head, to sweep her fingertips through my hair. She meets my eyes and our noses nudge together and she looks... way more at ease than she did last time. Her face isn't contorted with pain or discomfort, more like... relief? Surprise? Maybe even pleasure? "You okay, Feelz?"

"Mhm. It feels... so much better," she breathes. She exhales a shallow, breathless sigh. "Can you move now, Luke?"

Thank fuck. Holding still when I'm in her like this is so hard. My body wants me to thrust, to feel her move around me. "Let me know how you're feeling, okay?"

"Okay," she agrees, fingers digging into my shoulders.

Slowly, tentatively, we begin to work out an awkward rhythm. I slide out a few inches and then rock back in, unable to stop the low sounds that rumble from my chest from how good she feels. Her pussy squeezes around me with every move I make and... the sounds she's making? They sound like good sounds, not bad sounds. Breathy, soft sounds that make me even crazier.

She shifts her legs beneath me, spreads them wider, presses them against my sides and wiggles a little, with me, as I move slowly in and out of her. I remember what I read online, about how it's hard for girls to come just from penetration or whatever. So I reach down between where our bodies are sliding together, skin plastered and heaving against skin, to part her folds with my thumb, rub her swollen clit in gentle, firm circles, the way I know she likes it.

"Still okay?" I rasp, sweat dampening my forehead. One of her hands is tangled in my hair, the other drifting all over my body. I feel the high building steadily in my gut and know that I won't be able to last too much longer. But I try keeping things slow, hoping I can get her there, too.

"Yeah," she croaks. "It feels... nice, Luke. Feels good."

That makes my lips spread into a crooked, relieved smile against her nose.

More clumsy, uncoordinated moving and thrusting and rocking and grinding. Neither of us knows what the fuck we're doing but, I'm just doing what feels good, listening to her sounds and feeling her breathing and watching her face to see what she's feeling, too. If I'm being honest, everything feels good for me, when I'm inside her like this. Except maybe the strain in my arms as I hold myself up over her, but I can suck it up.

I'm surprised at how long I manage to last this time. It feels like a good couple minutes pass before I know I'm about to lose it. "Feelz, are you... close?" God, I want to thrust harder, faster, but I don't want to hurt her.

Her fingers travel down to my ass. She gives one of my cheeks a squeeze, pushes and prods a little. "Maybe... faster?" Her voice is hoarse.

I don't have it in me to ask if she's sure. My hand works faster between her legs and my thrusts become sloppier, a little rougher. But she doesn't seem to mind. If anything, I can tell she's enjoying herself from the way she claws at my skin, bites into my shoulder, sucks on my neck.

Ah, fuck. When my balls tighten and my muscles tense and everything goes white hot and I crash off the edge and spill my load into the condom, there wasn't a second longer I could've lasted. "Fuck, Fee..." My orgasm is so fucking intense that for a sec I think I go blind.

When I manage to peel my eyes open and settle back down to earth, I groan because she still didn't come. Fuck, for a second there I thought we might be able to do it.

"Luke," she whines, wriggling beneath me. "I'm so close..."

I slide out of her and she whimpers. Oh, baby. She looks so... helpless and needy and I need to make her come. I rest onto my side and my hand quickly finds the heat between her legs. I thrust a couple fingers easily into her, both of us panting as I sweep my thumb over her clit, press against those spots inside her that I know make her feel good. She turns her face towards me and her hand winds itself into the damp hair at the back of my head, and she kisses me messily as I work my fingers fast and rough between her legs.

Everything between us right now is feverish, wild and slick and nearly out of control. When she comes, exploding all over my hand and clenching around my fingers, she bites into my lower lip hard enough to make me moan.

Fucking hell.

I fall onto my back and we lay there, nearly gasping for air, as the adrenaline starts to fade away and the high begins to mellow and I realize that I am absolutely fucking exhausted.

"Holy shit," she murmurs.

That makes me laugh. Which makes her laugh, too.

She drifts towards me, shivering, and I pull her into my arms and we kiss each other softly, goofy smiles tugging at the edges of our lips.

I think with a bit more time, we're gonna get really good at this whole sex thing.

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A/N:

I wanted to make the second time still sucky and bad but then I decided to be nice to everyone. Oh well.

Also, I'm curious. Quick survey:

How many of you have read all of my books? (MIK, BTW, SOS, H&M) and how many of you have just read a few? Which one is your favourite?

XOXO Ami

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