Chapter Twenty-Five: Swallow

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Luke:

Unfortunately for me, our sleepover is immediately followed by Ophelia's period, and she's not exactly the most lovey-dovey, or horny, or cuddly, or anything like that for the week or so she's, you know. Incapacitated.

Which is why, the following Saturday, I am ecstatic when I get a text from her that says, Luke can I come over tmrow afternoon?

Sure, what time's your game?

Morning

so 2 pm?

Yep sounds good

Are you still on your period?

Nope

Oh thank fuck

Why, what do you have in mind

My head btwn your legs

Omg Luke

Or yours between mine

How about... both

Deal

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Mum and Dad are in the kitchen having a late lunch as I let Fee inside, so I can't exactly pull her towards me and kiss the fuck out of her like how I want to right now.

It's pretty chilly outside today and Ophelia's cheeks are flushed from the cold. She's wearing a warm-looking navy knitted dress that hugs all her curves and black tights that are molded to her slim legs and did I mention we haven't done any fooling around in like a whole week?

"Oh, hey, honey," Mum greets from the kitchen table. "How's it going?"

"Really well, thanks, Aunt Vic. How are you guys?"

"Just fine, love," Dad replies. "How was the football game?"

Ophelia giggles. "You mean, my soccer game? It was good. We won again."

I swear her team is so good they hardly ever lose.

"Have you eaten?" Mum asks. "Want to have a quick bite? I have some stir-fry on the stove."

Ophelia stands close to me, her arm brushing mine and I can feel her warmth and smell her clean, freshly-showered smell and I wish they'd just leave us alone already.

Unless she's really hungry, then I guess of course she should eat something.

I already ate a little while ago.

Now I'm just waiting for dessert, if you know what I mean.

"Thanks, Aunt Vic. I already ate before I came."

We try not to seem too obvious as we hurry past them but fuck, why are they still talking to us?

"I have some chocolate-chip cookies in the oven, babe," Mum says to me. "The oatmeal ones you and your dad like. Make sure you and Fee come back in like, twenty minutes and have them while they're fresh."

"Sure, Mum. Thanks."

"Thanks, Aunt Vic," Feelz calls as I usher her out the other side of the kitchen towards my bedroom.

I swear I hear my parents' knowing laughter trailing after us and have a sudden suspicion they were delaying us on purpose.

There's a warm, anticipatory excitement rushing through my veins. As soon as the door shuts I pin Ophelia against it and hold her face and swallow back her whimpers as I attack her lips with mine, filling my mouth with the sweet, feminine taste of her.

My hands trail down her body and I grasp onto her hips, and she moans and bites into my lip when she feels me pull her against my hard-on. "Oh my God, Luke," she breathes, sliding her hands down the front of my t-shirt until her fingers find the belt of my jeans.

"I missed you," I grumble against her shoulder as I graze my lips over her pulse, float my mouth down so I can suck the skin of her lower neck into my mouth.

Her fingers tangle into my hair and she sighs, "Luke. Don't give me any hickeys where Darcy can see them, please."

Mm, I can think of a couple places I can give her hickeys where no one except her and I will be able to see them.

I scoop her up into my arms because she's honestly not very heavy at all and toss her onto my bed, which creaks a little beneath her from the suddenness of it. She watches me, cheeks flushed and her bottom lip sucked into her mouth as I slip my shirt off my shoulders in a quick, fluid motion.

I work on my belt as she pulls off her dress and then soon we're both in our underwear and my skin is so hot right now, hot for her, my blood rushing and my heart racing.

She reaches her arms out for me and I come to rest on top of her, our mouths moving hungrily against each other's. She parts her legs, wraps them around me, gasps as I rock my erection against her core, her arms winding around me to clutch me close to her.

We make out a bit more, hands wandering and hips grinding and our mouths moving sloppily, desperately together. Why does a week feel like such a long fucking time for us to be physical with one another? It's not like I didn't see her on Wednesday, when we went out for frozen yoghurt. But touching her and kissing her and holding her is just a different kind of necessity, I guess.

She tears her mouth away and uses her fists to push at my shoulders, trying to nudge me over. I comply by rolling onto my back and she crawls on top of me, suckles on my neck, pulls my skin into her mouth in a way that I know will leave a mark but honestly I don't care.

She floats her lips over my body, and her tongue is so warm and wet and tickles my skin as it darts across my pecs, my nipples, my abs, my navel, down until she's kissing my happy-trail and pulling off my underwear and then hovering her mouth over my erect dick. Fuck, she's so... hot.

"Luke," she says softly, her voice all hoarse and fluttery, "I wanna... try and... um." Her cheeks are so pink and she chews on her bottom lip hesitantly.

"Try and what, baby?" My eyes are drawn to the tops of her breasts that spill out of the pretty, cream-coloured bra she's wearing as she bends over.

She gulps and her throat ripples gently. "I wanna try and... swallow it? So, if you can tell me when you're, you know, close..."

"Fuck, Feelz." I scrub my hand over my jaw because she's so sexy and but acts so innocent sometimes too and it's just like, twice as hot that way, somehow. "Yeah, I'll... try and say something."

For a while there, I was starting to last a lot longer. And then she put me in her mouth and it's like my stamina started back at square one.

I groan as she wraps one hand around my shaft and uses the other to massage my balls. I don't know how she knew kinda what she was doing that first time but I suppose I can thank the internet, because it definitely helped me figure out what I was doing too.

My hand comes down to the top of her head instinctively as she begins to lick a path up my cock and then fuck, she sucks my tip into her mouth, eyes wide and cheeks hollowing, gripping the lower parts of my shaft, squeezing my balls. I watch with hooded eyelids as my dick disappears past her pink lips, inch after inch.

She takes about four inches, maybe, and oh my fucking God, her mouth is so wet and hot and her throat is slippery against head of my dick and I'm leaking pre-cum into her mouth, it's mixing with her saliva and she's pressing her eyes shut and moaning around me and I've always heard people say how great blowjobs are but now I definitely, one hundred percent agree.

"Shit, Feelz. That feels so fucking good," I groan, pushing her hair back away from her face as she slides her mouth up and down, up and down, and I don't wanna hurt her but my hips flex instinctively towards her. I tell myself not to thrust into her mouth because that'd probably choke her but damn, it's hard to keep a straight mind when she's sucking me like that.

And then, holy shit. She slips me out of her mouth only to start kissing my balls. She uses her hands on my shaft while she sucks my sac into her mouth, covers me with her saliva and it's like I've been catapulted to another universe. "Holy fucking shit, Ophelia," I rasp. "Feelz, I'm... close."

I wish I could last longer so she could keep doing all that, because it feels so good, but then she's wrapping her lips dutifully around my cock again, holding me in place as she guides me into her mouth.

She gives my balls another tender squeeze and then that's it, I'm blowing my load down her throat and her eyes nearly pop out of her skull. She holds onto the base of my cock really tight and damn, her eyes are watering and I can't fucking help it when my hips jerk up so my dick gets to feel more of her throat as I release my orgasm into her mouth, my entire body going limp from the pleasure of it.

She swallows, a bit, and then uses her one of her hands to slide my softened dick out of her mouth, trying to keep her lips pursed together, and it looks like she still has some of my cum filling her cheeks. She's flushed, a little sweaty. She covers her mouth with her palms and squeezes her eyes shut and take a big gulp and then... fuck.

I think she... swallowed all of it.

I honestly wasn't expecting that.

Her hands fall away from her face and she rubs her lips together, and the insides of them are rimmed with some of my cum, still. She swipes the back of her thumb over her lips to clean herself up and takes a couple deep breaths to recover and... shit.

I manage to breathe huskily, "Holy fuck, Ophelia. That... was the hottest fricking thing I've ever seen."

Not that, I suppose, that's saying much, when you think about it.

"Your... cum... tastes... kinda weird," she eventually says, still looking a little dazed. "I mean. It's not bad. It's just strange."

Uh. Well, I guess I shouldn't have expected her to think it tasted like a... vanilla shake or something.

I pull her gently up towards me and stroke her hair back, sobering a little. "Did I hurt you? I didn't mean to, you know. Move like that but I couldn't seem to help it."

She offers me a sweet, reassuring smile and leans in to give me a kiss. She tastes like... my dick. Salty and earthy and yeah, I guess that is kinda a weird taste. "It was fine," she assures softly. "Kinda... hot, actually."

She licks her mouth a little, probably because it still feels all gritty. I should really remember to keep some water around, so she can drink something after.

Her pussy definitely tastes better.

She collapses back onto the bed, waiting for me as I tug my underwear back on. Then I skim my palms down her arms, pulling the straps of her bra down. I reach around her to undo the clasp and then toss the entire thing away before latching my mouth onto one of her nipples, tugging at it softly with my pursed lips so she's writhing and whimpering beneath me, making those really hot sounds and moving her hips, searching for friction.

I don't waste any more time as I slip her panties down her legs and settle myself between her thighs, using my hands to part them open for me. I know she likes the way the scruff of my chin feels against her skin so I make sure to nuzzle her inner thighs a little, suck on the soft flesh hard enough to leave a couple marks. She's shivering and letting out these breathless, helpless sounds of ecstasy that drive me absolutely wild. And her smell, and, God.

"Oh, Feelz," I groan, gazing at the hot, slick, pink flesh between her legs. "You're always so wet for me."

"I know, Luke. I can't help it," she sighs, running her hands gently through the thick hair at the top of my head.

"I love it," I promise, dipping closer to press a kiss right to her clit. "I love your taste, and your smell, and..." I hold onto her thighs and pull her closer so I can bury my face between them, and maybe it's like, gross or something, to get her all over my face but fuck, I swear it's one of my favourite things in the entire world.

"Oh God, Luke," she whimpers, tugging at my hair as I lick her, suck her. I use one of my hands to slip two fingers into her and when I watch them disappear inside her, hear the slick sound of it, it's like, the craziest thing ever. It's filthy but somehow so pure, in the rawest way, in a way I can't explain.

I can feel myself already getting hard again as I get drunk off her taste, her smell, the feel of her hot and slippery and soaked beneath my fingers, beneath my tongue. She takes longer to finish that I do, takes more work, more exploring and pushing and sucking and licking and pressing and thrusting but then soon, her back is arching, and I watch as her pussy starts quivering and feel as she swells so tight around me, gets so hot, can hear her gasping my name, and I lap up the small gush that leaves her as she comes, salty and sweet and earthy and mine, mine, mine, she's perfect and she's all mine.

I'm suddenly determined that I'm the only guy in the entire universe who'll get to see this, do this, taste this, her, ever. Because even the thought of someone else being able to get this close to her makes my blood boil, makes me sick to my stomach.

Maybe that's not exactly, you know, fair. She's a person, not an object, all that jazz. But as I climb back on top of her and she lazily twines her arms around me and I cuddle up next to her, gather her close, I tell her, "Be mine, forever, Ophelia. Only mine," and she whispers, "Only yours, Luke. Always," and we hold each other and I know that this is the way it's meant to be.

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A/N:

Is it just me, or does it still seem so pure and innocent when they're so dirty and more experienced? How is it even possible?

XOXO Ami

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