Chapter Twenty-Seven: Efficient

"All life is an experiment. The more experiments you make the better."

— Ralph Waldo Emerson

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Luke:

So, hear me out, okay?

I've been thinking.

When Ophelia and I are, you know. I don't know what to call it, even. Obviously it's not "having sex" but it's definitely more than "making out" so. Fooling around, or whatever.

The point I was trying to make is that, we take turns, with the stimulation. We alternate. It's democratic.

But, wouldn't it be more efficient if we, you know. Helped each other get off at the same time?

I think you know exactly what I'm talking about.

No, not sex. Not yet. Or, okay, there's the dry sex that we have sometimes through our underwear, which is pretty good too but like, I'd have to say Fee's mouth feels way better.

Which brings me to the conclusion that it's time for her and I to try out a 69.

Although, it does seem a little bit more... intimate, I guess. Like I've said before, we've never both been completely naked at the same time and I'm lowkey a bit uncertain about whatever additional complications could arise from that, but that's just a risk I'm willing to take.

Do you think your parents would
say yes to another sleepover?

I don't see why not. It's been
like... almost a month since the last
one, so...

We could do this Saturday night, maybe?

What's the occasion...

Well, since you're asking

Mhm

Do you think you'd be up to
try something new?

Like... a new restaurant?

Uh. No, like, in bed

Oh. What else is there?
Besides, you know

69?

Oh my

We don't have to if you aren't
comfortable with it, obviously

I think I'd like that
Sounds... more efficient

That's exactly what I was thinking

I guess we'll get so see who comes first

We could have a race

Ngl Luke I think you'd win
Oops
Was that mean?

Hey I'm working on it

You've started to last much longer ❤️
Lately it takes me more work, I've noticed

Ok, question

Mhm

Does your mouth get... sore?

Ngl it does, a bit
But I really don't mind
Does yours?

Not that much, no.
Just tired after a while?

Maybe you should refine your technique then

I thought you liked my technique.
It usually seems to work, so...

🥰 it does. Okay, I'll ask them

K, lemme know

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"So, how do we..."

"Uh... depends on who you want on top..."

"Okay. Um... can I be on top?"

"Okay."

My heart is racing and my skin is hot and she feels so good on top of me as she straddles me, both of us in only our underwear.

We've spent the last ten minutes or so making out, stripping out of our clothes, touching each other and kissing each other until we're both restless and panting and in need of more.

'More' being what we've both been thinking about the entire evening, as we sat through our dinner with my parents, made conversation, pretended we're not a couple of horny teenagers who just want to be alone together.

And now the time is here and she's looking at me with that flushed, wild-eyed look she gets when she's dripping wet for me and I can already smell her and it's driving me insane.

I plant one last kiss to her lips before lying flat on my back and holding her by the hips, gently rotating her so she's facing away from me. "This okay?" Damn, my voice has gone so gruff. I gaze at the soft, gentle slope of her back, her smooth, creamy skin, leading to the plush curve of her butt covered in sheer, skin-tight pink lace. I trail my fingertips down her spine and a shiver travels through her.

"Mhm," she confirms breathily. Her fingers are already reaching for the waistband of my boxers, pushing them as far down my legs as she can reach, which isn't very far.

She hasn't taken her panties off yet, which is impossible to do while she's sitting on me.

Uh. Minor technical difficulty, I guess.

She slips off me, giggling softly. She plops her pretty little ass onto the sheets beside me so her pert, daintily-painted toes are resting near my head and begins to wiggle out of her underwear.

I kick off my boxers all the way and my heart skips a couple beats as I watch her, sitting beside me with her arms wrapped around her knees, her round breasts squashing against the tops of her thighs. Her wavy brown hair is a little messy but still so shiny and beautiful as it frames her face.

We're both completely naked.

Just the thought of it is enough to make my skin burst into flames.

She chews shyly on her bottom lip, looking at me through thick, hooded eyelashes. "Luke?"

"Yeah?"

She hesitates, nestling her arms on top of her knees and leaning her cheek onto her forearm and asking, "Do you think our first time will be an epic fail?"

That's not at all what I was expecting her to say but I can't help but crack a smile. "I think... we'll probably need lots and lots of practice."

That makes her smile a small, goofy smile.

Shit, she had to go bring up first times. Because now I'm thinking about sex—not oral sex or whatever other stuff we've done but, sex, sex—and I'm naked and she's naked and...

Before I can dwell on it even more, she's unfolding her bare body and leaning tentatively towards me. She's still facing me and she rests a hand on my lower stomach and I can hardly breathe.

"I should... turn around?" Her voice is a breathless, husky flutter.

"Yeah, I think."

Actually I can't think much of anything through the humming in my ears, the fire in my veins, this warmth that I feel submerged in, like every single nerve is on end and full of tension.

She slowly, timidly, lifts one left over me so she's straddling my torso in reverse. I can see her body quivering with her uneven breaths. Fuck... I can feel her, bare and hot and wet, against my chest. I hold onto her hips and her butt is so round and naked and perfect, a few inches from my face. I give it a soft squeeze with both hands and she whimpers.

I miss seeing her face this way, seeing her boobs, her hard, pink little nipples that make her feel really good when I stroke them and kiss them and suck them.

"I'm gonna... slide you back?"

"Okay..."

Now I'm suddenly worried she's gonna suffocate me this way. Uh... Here goes nothing, I guess.

I press a gentle palm to the small of her back to encourage her to lean forward. She arches over and sticks her butt out towards me, shuddering a little, resting her hands on the tops of my thighs.

"Are you okay?" I ask softly. If I pull her back a couple more inches I think I'll be able to manoeuvre my face between her thighs, but I wanna make sure she's comfortable because this seems a little awkward.

"I'm good." A small, round giggle bubbles past her lips. "I don't wanna... squish your face, Luke. How..."

In spite of how many intense, crazy things I'm feeling right now I can't help but chuckle. "Maybe don't sit on me, but, hover? I guess?"

"Tell me when you're ready," she breathes.

Again, I wish I could see the look on her face, see how she's feeling so I know she's all good, and because she's just... mesmerizing to watch, when she's climbing her high or reaching her peak or coming down from it.

"Ready when you are, Feelz."

I hold her hips in place and she scoots back more. I use my hands on her ass to position her just in front of me and holy fuck, I don't think I'll ever get over how pink and wet and soft and... indescribable her pussy looks, trembling and slick and glistening. "Fuck, Feelz. You smell so good."

"Oh, Luke," she breathes, a small whimper leaving her as I begin to press soft kisses between her legs.

One of her hands finds my shaft and the other strokes my balls and she starts to pull me into her mouth, licking me and sucking me. She knows what feels good for me, now, like I know what feels good for her. She skims a finger across the sensitive skin where my sac meets my dick and her taste fills my mouth, her smell fills my nose...

So maybe this position isn't actually as efficient as I had originally anticipated. It's so hard to focus on holding her, licking her the right way, pressing against the perfect spots when she's moving and squirming to try and work on me. And the angle is different, and she's touching me, making me feel so good. It's difficult to multitask, I guess.

But I try my best because I really wanna make her feel good, too. It takes us both longer because, she'll suck my head into her mouth and swirl it with the tip of her tongue, give my balls a gentle squeeze, and the pleasure travels up my spine and makes me dizzy and I'll be distracted. But then I'll flick my tongue over her clit a few times, her wetness getting all over my face, reach a finger inside her and crook it that way she says hits a spot that feels like heaven, and she'll stop touching me because she's overwhelmed with all the things she's feeling.

Obviously, it's a bit of a flawed system.

The room fills with the wet sounds of us, with her thick, earthy-sweet smell and my grunts and groans, her whimpers and moans. I can't let myself fall into the sensations she's giving me as she rubs me, guides me as far into her mouth as she can, because then I won't be able to make it good for her.

Everything just feels so... overstimulated, I guess. So many things going on at once that I feel like I'm drunk off it, a little off-centre and dazed and in a haze but then, fuck, I'm coming, and she keeps me in her mouth and tried her best to swallow me, spends time lapping up every drop she missed. Damn, I wish I could watch her as she does it because it's one of the sexiest things in the entire universe.

I'm recovering from my high and she's perched above me, her thighs shaking, probably close but not close enough. "Luke," she breathes, sounding so needy and distraught. Oh, baby. She rocks her hips a little as I envelope her folds with my mouth.

Now that she isn't focusing on me, she can do what feels good for her. She positions herself a little differently over my face, uses one hand to brace herself and the other to stroke her nipples while I grasp onto her upper thighs, my face buried between her legs. It takes me another minute or so to build her up until until she's tightening and quaking and coming, crying out my name and digging her fingers into my waist.

Fuck. That was... Interesting.

She falls off me and comes to cuddle up next to me like she usually does, both of us sweaty and tired and out of breath. "That was exhausting," she whispers against my collarbone.

"Yeah," I agree. My mouth hurts and my arms feel a little strained from holding onto her like that. Orgasms are hard work, sometimes.

She's completely bare and I'm completely bare as we hold onto each other, and my body is very, very aware of the fact. I lay on my back as she leans on her side, snuggled against me, an arm thrown around my chest.

If she shifted, if I shifted, just a little, my bare cock would brush between her bare thighs, against her bare, warm, slick pussy and...

It's a good thing I'm still recovering and that I'm too tired to move right now because otherwise I'd be in trouble.

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A/N:

Luke has been tempted, I repeat, Luke is thinking dangerous thoughts. Unsurprising, but still.

Anyone else thought 69 wasn't all it was cracked up to be?

XOXO Ami

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