Chapter Twenty-Four: Sleepover

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Chapter Twenty-Four: Sleepover

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Luke:

Feelz snores a little, when she sleeps.

It's this adorable, soft whistling sound that comes from her nose, punctuated every now and then with a small, round snort.

I wake up before her to find her wrapped around me, resting half on top of my chest and drooling against my bare shoulder.

Her body is soft and warm, petite but curvy, and I can't help but smile as I watch how slack and calm and peaceful she seems in sleep.

We both smell a little... dirty, I guess. Like stale sweat and sex, but it doesn't bother me one bit.

A lazy smile curves at the corner of my mouth when I remember last night, remember our date and then remember her blowing me, remember the wide-eyed look on her face as she sucked my dick into her round, warm, wet mouth, how she looked with my cum streaking down her body.

Is 'sexy and adorable' a thing? Because Ophelia is the definition of that thing.

And then... fuck. My face between her legs, covering every glistening inch of her hot, pink pussy with my mouth. Her taste, her smell, the sounds she made... it just drove me absolutely fucking crazy.

It's weird to think that three months ago was her sixteenth birthday when we kissed the first time and now... well. Back then she was surprised to even hear about my boner and now she sits on top of me in her underwear and rides it, or takes it into her hands, into her mouth, and gets my cum all over her in the process.

Oh. And then she told me I was the love of her life. She said it so plainly, honestly, just a little shy. The heavy, warm, aching feeling in my chest made my heart feel like it was gonna explode from how intensely it squeezed, how much I felt.

At the back of my mind I knew it was kinda crazy, to think that your first love will be your last. But I also knew, you know? I feel like it's one of those things that it's just possible to feel with your whole self, with your entire being and I felt it and it was real and I don't care if other people don't get it, because we do.

She snuggles against me as she sleeps and, uh.

I don't wanna disturb her, or wake her up, except, my morning boner is wide, wide awake, digging into her stomach, and it's not exactly the most comfortable thing ever, you know?

And I'm starving. And I need a shower, need to brush my teeth.

Should I cook breakfast for her? I'm not the most competent guy in the kitchen but I could try. My parents will probably sleep in until noon and just have lunch. They can be weird like that some times.

I skim my fingers up Fee's spine, rest my hand over her bum. I love her ass. And her boobs, and her pussy, and her smile and her eyes and her laugh and her mouth and... well, all of her, I guess.

Ah, shit. Now I'm imagining what it would be like if we showered together. Even with all the fooling around we've been doing, we've never both been completely naked at the same time. One of us always has our underwear on if the other doesn't because it's just... safer that way, I guess.

Would it be so bad if we were both naked together in the shower? It's not like we'd, you know, have sex or something crazy like that.

We could rub soap over each other and maybe she'd suck me off again. I could touch her between her legs, make sure she's all clean.

Damn, really not helping with the hard-on situation, moron.

Ophelia finally stirs, nuzzles her face against me as she wakes up. She's a little... uh, untamed. Her hair is messy and her makeup is smudged around her eyes. I still think she's beautiful in a... rawer, wilder way, I guess.

"Mm," she groans, blushing as she sees the small puddle of drool she left on my shoulder. She pulls the sheets up and wipes it away and then it's my turn to groan because all this shifting and wiggling isn't good for my wood.

I can see the moment she notices it, feels it warm and throbbing against her skin through my boxer-briefs. "Oh," she breathes, her flush deepening.

I chuckle, reaching up to stroke her pouty pink lips. "Sorry, Feelz. It's just... uh. Normal, in the morning."

She gulps. "Like, every morning?"

"Yep."

Her lips curl into an O and she slides off me a little, coming to rest on her hip beside me. Oh, thank fuck.

"Isn't it annoying?" she inquires. She's always so curious about my dick and I think it's pretty funny.

She slings and arm over my chest and I hold onto her hand and explain, "Nah. It goes away soon enough."

What I wasn't expecting is for her hand to slip out of mine, trail down my chest, palm me through my underwear, applying enough pressure to make me growl.

Her voice is innocent and breathy as she says, "I know a way to make it go away faster."

Fuck. When did she get so... horny?

Can't say I mind one bit.

I pull her on top of me and she squeals in surprise as I hold onto her hips and line up our lower halves so I can feel the heat between her legs through the fabric of her panties and my briefs.

"This way," I mumble as she leans her head down towards me, hovering her face a few inches away, "Is more efficient, I think." Her breath is kinda... well. Not fantastic but honestly I don't really care.

She nods, resting her hands on my chest and rocking her hips a little. A soft breath spills from her lips and her eyes squeeze shut.

I wanna kiss her really badly. But I don't wanna gross her out with my morning breath.

I hold onto her hips to guide her as she starts grinding herself onto my boner. Ugh, fuck, she feels so fucking good. I trail one of my hands up to grab onto one of her bare, round breasts, give it a squeeze, swipe my thumb over the hard, dusky pink nipple in the centre of it.

"Oh, Luke..." she cries, her eyes pressed shut and her lower half rocking, grinding, trembling, rolling against mine as she takes what feels good for her and gets me off in the process.

"That's it, Feelz," I groan, my hands floating over her bare skin, fondling her tits, as I watch her through hooded eyelids. "Whatever you need, Ophelia."

"You feel... so good, Luke," she whimpers, pushing her breasts into my palms as I cup them, caress them, knead them.

A low, gruff moan rumbles from deep in my chest. "You feel really fricking good too, baby."

The sounds she makes are so frigging hot and the contorted, blissed-out look on her face as she gives into the pleasure she's feeling, gives into all the things her body wants, is so sexy and somehow strangely cute at the same time.

I grit my teeth, focus my energy to stop from coming before she does because she isn't gonna be able to get much satisfaction from my limp, soft dick through my wet underwear but fuck I'm so close...

"Are you close?" I rasp, watching her as she bounces on my dick, as her boobs shake with her movements. Holy shit, she's so hot.

"I... oh, oh, Luke..."

Oh thank fuck. Her nails dig into my skin as her spine arches and her head falls back and a shiver travels down her. I feel the heat erupt between her legs, feel her muscles quivering, feel her go tense before she releases and so I release too. My orgasm is hot and violent as it bursts between her legs and she gasps when she feels it, collapses down against my chest and falls to the side a little, breathing hard.

Oh my fucking God.

"Wow," she breathes tiredly.

"Yeah," I agree, staring up at the ceiling. "Wow."

One of her small hands comes to rest on my chest and she says, "I really need a shower. I'm gonna... go use the bathroom? Before breakfast?"

"Okay. I think it's just you and me for breakfast today so. What do you wanna eat?"

I tilt my head towards her and see her biting her lip. "I could make pancakes," she offers. "When I'm done showering."

This is where I could offer to save time and water by showering together but, uh. Maybe she has... girl stuff she needs to take care of? I don't know all the things girls have to do to get ready in the morning and honestly I'm not all that curious to find out right now.

Oh yeah, uh, we were talking about breakfast.

"I can put some coffee on while I wait," I say.

"Okay, sounds good." She slides off the bed and starts pulling on some clothes.

Before she goes she comes back to where I'm laying in bed and kisses my forehead and says with a giggle, "I'll kiss you better after I brush my teeth."

I don't know exactly what comes over me but as she's pulling away, I thread my fingers into her hair and her eyes widen and she squeals and I plant my smelly, grimy mouth right onto hers and she shoves me, laughing, but honestly she doesn't taste that bad. Or maybe I just don't care.

"Ew, Luke. I taste disgusting."

"You taste good no matter what, Feelz."

She shakes her head, trying and failing to suppress the silly little smile on her face as she wanders out of the room, closing the door behind her.

Damn, I love her.

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I put some coffee on as promised. About twenty minutes later, Ophelia is finished in the bathroom so I go take my turn.

When I'm done and I wander into the kitchen, a smile tugs at the corners of my mouth because Ophelia is standing in front of the stove in a pretty little grey dress, flipping pancakes onto a plate and humming to herself and swaying to whatever music is playing in her head.

She's kinda... mesmerizing. I could watch her forever, I think.

So I lean against the counter with my arms crossed and try not to laugh aloud as she wiggles her hips and shakes her head and sings under her breath, taking a sip from a mug of hot coffee every now and then.

I think she's singing Madonna. Material Girl or whatever that song is called, which is the epitome of irony, I guess because Ophelia is the opposite of material. She doesn't care what I buy her or where I take her because she and I can have fun anywhere.

"That's a catchy song," I eventually comment, chuckling as she jumps, startled, and blushes a pretty shade of pink. Her brow has a little bit of sweat slickening it from the heat of the stove and her cheeks are already flushed.

"Uh... It was stuck in my head," she explains. She quickly changes the subject by saying, "I made white-chocolate blueberry pancakes. They're almost finished. Do you guys have whipped cream and syrup?"

My stomach actually rumbles. I'm starving. "I'll check."

Five minutes later we're sitting at the kitchen table with pancakes, syrup, whipped cream, coffee and orange juice, stuffing our faces because we're both really hungry.

She tells me that she texted her parents to let her know she's okay and that she'll be home in a little while. Apparently she has a big essay she needs to work on so she can't stay too long.

Before she goes, we clean up and she gives me a huge, happy hug and yeah, she smells much better now. "Thanks, Luke," she mumbles against my cheek. "I had a lot of fun."

"So did I," I grumble. "Thanks for breakfast. It was delicious." I pull her in for a long, wet, insanely hot kiss that leaves us both breathless and I swear as she's walking out the door she's a little off-balance, nearly tripping over her feet from how high in the clouds she is right now.

We should definitely have sleepovers more often.

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A/N:

Uh... I got nothing. Stay warm, everyone.

WAIT! Yes. Okay. The underwear-only dry-humping? Sound like dangerous territory to anyone else?

XOXO Ami

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