Chapter Thirty-Four: Sex, Part III

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Chapter Thirty-Four: Sex, Part III

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Ophelia:

The next morning, I wake up to this sore, achey feeling at the centre of me.

Luke stirs beside me, his warm, heavy arm draped across my bare stomach.

We had sex.

I'm no longer a virgin.

Woah.

I won't bore you with all the sordid, messy details, but let's just say that it took us quite a bit of time to finally figure it out.

But then we did, and...

Ami here. Ha! Just kidding. Don't hurt me.

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Chapter Thirty-Four: Sex, Part III
(for real this time)

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Ophelia:

Even though it apparently doesn't take very long for guys Luke's age to finish sometimes, the upside, no pun intended, is that it also doesn't take him very long at all to get hard again.

I can't say I wasn't a little disappointed that it all ended before it even began, but honestly, I was kinda expecting something like that to happen, based on all the things I read online.

As we kiss and cuddle and he strokes a couple long fingers slowly, teasingly between my legs, our noses brushing together and our breaths a hot tickle across each other's cheeks, the anticipation and want and need builds steadily in my lower abdomen.

We lay on our sides, face to face. The rough pad of his thumb rubs slow, taunting circles over my clit, and my fingertips gently caress his shaft and my palm cups his balls. We explore each other lazily with our fingers until my breaths are shallow and my insides are clenching with desire and I just...

Wanna feel him inside of me, already.

I'm still so wet and uncomfortable and achy. His hand stills for a moment, slips from between my thighs and grasps my hip. He tilts me back a little and dips down to suck one of my pert, stiff nipples into his mouth, circling it with the warm, soft wetness of his tongue and sending bright wisps of electricity curling down my spine.

"Luke," I breathe helplessly, squeezing his length as I feel him starting to get hard again. "I need you..."

He groans against the swell of one of my breasts, presses a soft kiss to my left nipple before pulling away. "We can probably try again now, if you want." His voice is so low and raspy and masculine and I just think it sounds so hot. It makes me hot. Right now, everything about him is making me hot and I need to alleviate some of the insistent tugging in my gut.

He shuffles over to the edge of the bed to grab another condom. "Can... I try putting it on?" I ask as he tears apart the packaging.

He hands it to me, sits up on the bed with his hands behind him while I rest on my knees beside him. My eyes settle, wide and dark, on his dick that strains upwards between his strong thighs. He's definitely ready. I carefully unroll the condom. I've never touched a condom before now and as I hold the slippery latex tentatively in my fingers, I feel strangely accomplished. With my thighs pressed tightly together to stifle the damp, throbbing feeling between them, I reach for his thick, erect penis and begin to awkwardly roll the condom on.

The process is actually a little trickier than it looked when he did it earlier. His hardness twitches, warm, beneath my touch. He lets me fumble with it a little, a small, amused smile playing at the corner of his lips. Finally, I think it's on properly and I'm kinda proud of myself.

"Ready to try this again?" he asks softly, resting a large palm on my bare thigh.

"Yes," I nod, settling readily onto my back. My bare skin feels a little chilly from the air but at the same time, completely burns, and as his strong, firm, heavy, hot body comes to rest on top of me, I feel engulfed in warmth.

I comb one of my hands tenderly through his thick, tousled dark hair, melting into the duvet beneath me as he kisses me, firm, lingering. He rests on one arm and brings the other up to stroke my cheek lovingly with a crooked finger. We nudge our noses gently together and then he pecks the tip of mine and it tickles and my face scrunches up.

I think that a big part of why I wanna have sex with Luke is because of how close to him I know it'll make me feel. It's another way for us to love each other. I feel so connected with him right now, as we gaze into each other's eyes and our breaths blend together and our bodies brush together everywhere.

"I love you, Luke," I whisper against his lips. My hands rest on his lean hips and my heart is hammering beneath my ribs.

"I love you too, Fee," he rumbles, pressing his forehead against mine.

Like we did before, we both gaze between us to where our centres line up. I part my legs a bit and reach down to grasp his length as it sits against my stomach. With my breathing rapid and shallow and my entire body tingling, I guide him lower, between my legs, and my insides constrict from the feeling of him, hard and thick and heavy against the most sensitive part of me.

It's like... our bodies have some kind of pre-programmed instincts about what to do. Our hips flex so he can rub himself against my folds and a breathless, tortured whimper spills from my mouth because it's just... so much, so intense and good. So good. I like this part of sex, I decide.

He shifts himself a bit more and my core bursts into flames because the tip of him settles at my opening, right at the apex of my thighs. A low sound rumbles from the bottom of his chest. Oh my god oh my god oh my god oh my fricking god it's happening.

I'm dripping and aching and I thought I'd be nervous, maybe, but now I just want it. "Luke, I'm ready."

He swallows then replies gruffly, "Okay."

Our heads press together, focused on the place where our bodies meet. My thighs are spread enough for him to fit comfortably between them and I watch, my eyes wide and curious. I'm so on edge with anticipation that it feels like I'm about to explode from it.

I grip onto his shoulders and he arches his hips and the head of his penis nudges into the slick tightness of my opening. God, he's so thick. I'm still preoccupied with the lingering notion that he won't fit.

He's barely inside at all but his muscles are taut with tension. He's probably so worried about hurting me, about not coming too soon... Poor guy must feel so much pressure right now. "It's okay, Luke, you can... push harder?" My voice is completely breathless and I'm in this foggy, cloudy haze of nerves and lust and love and anticipation and pleasure and disbelief. This is like, the most intense moment of my life right now.

"I don't want to hurt you, Feelz," he grumbles. The muscles of his shoulders and arms strain and flex and look so sexy as he holds himself up over me, strong and tan and toned.

"It's okay," I assure throatily. "I'll tell you if I need you to go slower, or stop, maybe?"

"Mm. Okay." He takes a breath and then pushes some more and about an inch of him disappears inside me and it doesn't feel painful or bad at all, just a little different. "Okay?" he asks hoarsely.

"Yeah," I promise. I'm actually a little... impatient now. I think it's actually possible for us to go too slow. "More, please?" Every sound that comes out of my mouth is breathy and husky and fluttery.

My eagerness makes him chuckle a little and I sense his muscles relax. "I'm trying, Feelz. You're just... so tight. Fuck."

My hips are quivering and trembling and the centre of me feels so empty. I watch as he rocks his hips and buries another couple inches inside me. My breath hitches. Oh. I can feel my body stretching and clenching but it's still not painful, just new. He's not even half-way in yet. Is it supposed to take so long?

"Mm," he groans. "You feel really good, Feelz. Are you still okay?"

"Mhm." I nod, my hands holding onto the warm skin of his waist. "Can you... go faster?"

"Okay, maybe... a couple more inches and I'll stop again?"

"Okay."

So he pushes some more and as he does, my body stretches and stretches and it's the weirdest, fullest feeling ever. And it's starting to feel quite uncomfortable, actually. I mean, he's probably in about as deep as he reaches with his fingers but he's just... so, so thick. I'm so wet and the condom seems to make him glide without too much friction but... It's just super, super, super snug.

Oh my god, oh my god, he's inside me...

He pauses and we both exhale heavy breaths. There are about... three inches left to go? A part of me just wants him to rip off the band-aid and shove himself all the way in but then again, maybe that's a bad idea.

"Oh, Fee," he moans, his lips grazing my cheek. "You're so tight. It feels insane."

"You're... almost all the way inside me, Luke," I whisper, dazed.

"I know, baby." A low hum. "Are you feeling okay?"

"It's... really weird." My fingers float distractedly across his back. My hands travel over his shoulder blades and forward to give his biceps a gentle squeeze. "For the rest... can you just... do it? Quick, maybe? I think that'll be easier..."

"You sure?"

"Mhm."

There's sweat collecting on his forehead, dampening his hair. I wonder how much energy and strength it takes for him to stay on top of me like this without crushing me.

I can't tear my eyes away from where our bodies are connected. But he inhales a steadying breath and heaves himself forward, sinks into me with a heavy thrust, and my eyelids squeeze shut from the sharp sting and then the extreme discomfort that follows. The stretch is... almost too much. Too intense and too full and my body seems so shocked at the invasion. I can't help it when my eyes prick with tears.

A strangled groan vibrates through him and I feel his pelvis bump against mine. The room is filled with the loud, ragged sounds of our breaths and the air is hot and smells sweet and earthy and holy fudge, he's all the way in. I take a deep breath to try and fall back to earth. When I peel my eyes open, glance down between my open thighs, I can't see any of his penis anymore because it's completely buried inside me. "Oh my god, Luke," I whimper.

"Fuck, Ophelia. Oh my fucking god." He sinks his face in the space between my neck and shoulder, letting out a low, raspy moan that I can feel shudder through my body and his. The sounds he makes are so hot and... I just feel so many things right now and I don't know what to think or feel or...

My vagina ripples and contracts around him, and the centre of me pulses with a dull, throbbing ache. He raises his neck, his nose gliding against mine. "Okay?"

"I think so," I breathe. "What... happens now?"

"Uh." Our stomachs rise and fall at the same time, fastened together with perspiration. "I can... start moving? Except I need a minute because you're so... you feel so tight, Feelz. Am I hurting you?"

His forehead bunches up and I can feel his dick spasm a little inside me. "It's just... so much," I tell him. It's such an intense mix of pressure and discomfort and so much stretching, and maybe a little pleasure too but it's hard to tell.

"Feelz," he mumbles. "I'm sorry, I don't think I can last much longer."

"That's okay," I whisper, curling my fingers into his hair. The bristles coating his jaw scrape gently against my neck and that feels nice. His heat and the weight of his body feels nice too, but the way my vagina feels is slightly less nice.

"Can I... move?" he asks. His voice is strained.

"Okay..."

He rolls his hips a little and they rub against mine and as he shifts, it aches a little, and throbs, but also relieves some pressure and then adds some more.

Sex feels... so, so weird.

He leans a little onto one arm and reaches his other between us. "Does it feel... good, Feelz?"

"It's not... bad," I reply softly. His thumb parts my folds and presses against my clit and a familiar pleasant feeling builds a little. Everything just feels really stimulated and tender and sensitive and swollen.

He pulls out, just a little, then slides back in with a grunt, tearing a breathless gasp from my lungs. Pain and pleasure erupts, mixed together so close I can't tell which is which.

I don't think I'm close at all. I mean, I feel really high and on edge but not near that bubbly, coiling, rising feeling that I usually get before an orgasm. That's okay, I wasn't really expecting to finish, anyways.

He presses a kiss to my collarbone and then with a deep groan that makes my skin tingle, he goes all tense and I watch the relief slacken his face, the pleasure that contorts his expression as he comes. I'm happy that it feels so good for him, being inside me.

But, the feeling when he empties himself into the condom, deep between my legs? It makes me whimper. I can feel... everything. Feel his pulse, the beating of his heart, nestled and pulsing inside me. I've never been this close to another human being before. The emotions I'm feeling right now are so powerful that I can't help it when a hot tear spills from my eye, streaks down my face.

To be honest, I'm a little relieved that it ends when it does. It's just so ridiculously intense and strange and different and now that it's happened once I know that the next time will be easier.

When he's recovered from his climax, he focuses on me and sees the wetness behind my eyes and his face morphs into concern. "Oh, Feelz. Are you okay?"

I nod, wiping away the tears and giggling at myself for being so dramatic. "Just a little... overwhelmed, I guess. I promise I'm okay." I wrap my arms around him and pull his body into a hug, nuzzling my face against his shoulder. He's softened inside me and the pressure is much less now, and I can feel my body relaxing back to a more normal feeling.

He slowly, gently pulls himself out of me and I can't help it when I wince a little. I wonder if I bled at all. I heard that some people do and some people don't.

He feathers a soft kiss to my forehead before going to take the condom off. I lay there, catching my breath and pressing my legs together and sinking into the covers. My body starts shivering, a little. I really want him to hold me, now, I think.

When he comes back, he has a damp towel with him. There was a towel and a bottle of water beside the bed, earlier. I guess he was prepared. He settles himself between my legs and gently pushes them open. I watch the soft, focused look on his handsome face, those dark eyes framed with thick eyelashes, and that dark, messy hair. He wipes me up tenderly and the soft wetness of the cloth feels so nice and soothing. A relieved coo spills from my lips.

I look down and note that there's a little bit of pink staining the towel when he's finished. "I really wish I didn't have to hurt you," he mumbles hoarsely, swallowing. "I wanted it to feel good for you too."

I sift my fingers through his hair and reach for him. He tosses the towel off to the side and folds me in his arms and I snuggle really close to him, basking in his strength and warmth and the comfort of his embrace. "It wasn't that bad, I promise," I explain quietly. "It was just really different, you know? I've never felt anything like that before."

He strokes a loving, comforting hand through the back of my hair and rests his lips against my forehead. "Me neither. It was the most amazing thing I've ever felt, Ophelia." He gives my body a squeeze. "I love being inside you."

My heart fills with so much love and warmth. "I'm so glad it felt nice for you, Luke. It makes me really happy when you feel good."

He floats his knuckles up and down my spine. "You didn't come," he notes softly. "Do you want me to help you finish or... are you too sore?"

I'm not really aroused anymore, just tired. "Can we just... stay like this for a while?"

"As long as you want," he promises. He reaches for the blanket at the foot of the bed and drapes it over us and we hold each other and touch each other and kiss each other. He whispers I love you against my skin and I whisper it back.

Neither of us are virgins anymore. I thought I'd feel so different after, but, now that it's over, it's... just over. I'm tired and a little sleepy and the space between my legs feels really tender and a bit sore.

It used to be a big deal but now it's not. Life's funny that way, I guess.

But as he wraps me up in his arms and our hearts beat steadily against each other, I know that was just the beginning.

Something tells me that we're gonna be having a lot of sex in the future.

The thought is exciting and exhausting at the exact same time.

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A/N:

And then it was over.

I felt exactly how Ophelia did. Like, 'that's it? oh well.'

Spoiler: I also predict lots of sex in the future. Just a hunch. Who knows, I could be wrong.

XOXO Ami.

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