Bruises ? Luke Hemmings a.u

Nine.

My heart is beating so fast, every pulse making the most sensitive spot between my legs ache for a release. My chest is rising and falling so fast, and every breath I take makes my nipples brush against his chest, and I know he can feel it.

"Look at you, your body is going crazy and I'm barely doing anything," he says.

His fingers dip lower, underneath my underwear, touching the neat slim strip of hair I allow to grow there, and he releases a small breathy laugh with a crooked smile, before shaking his head playfully. "You have no idea how much I like that," he whispers into my neck, his nose nuzzling the skin just below my ear, making my whole body tremble.

I'm panting, and I'm in disbelief. What is happening? God, I've dreamt about this a thousand times.

Thoughts enter my head and leave just as fast. All my senses are full of him, touch, sight, sound, smell, all I need now is taste, and God, do I want to taste this man. He consumes me, every thought, every desire, it's all him.

His fingers dip lower, tracing my entrance.
"Is this what you wanted?" he whispers, as he gently pushes his fingers inside of me.

I'm so turned on, so wet, that his thick, long fingers slide in with ease, and I can't help but let out a moan.

Luke groans loudly, and it's a sound I thought I would never hear.  "Fucking hell, you're so wet."

He pushes is fingers in deeper, curling them inside of me as he traces my clitoris with his thumb, moving it in small circles. "I watch you too," he whispers into my skin.

My hips buck involuntarily at his words. His words are something I have experienced before, but him saying it, they way he says it, it is the most erotic thing I have ever experienced.

My hands grip both sides of his open shirt, the fabric clenched in my fists. "Oh fuck," I say in a breathy moan.

His fingers move faster, his thumb never stopping circling, and my hips move with the movement of his hand.

Still resting on his elbow, he lowers onto his side, laying beside my on the bed, his hard erection resting against my hip.

He lifts up my shirt revealing my breasts. His free hand cups my chest, over the thin lace of my bra, as his lips envelope around my nipple, over the fabric, sucking and nibbling, as his fingers inside of me moving faster, fucking me with his hand, and he begins to rub the heel of his palm against me, just like I did to myself. Only this time, I don't have to use my imagination.

"Oh fuck, Luke," I moan so loudly, I should be embarrassed. But I'm not. All I see is him. All I smell is him. All I feel is him. Him, him, him.

He pushes his hips into me, to ensure I feel how hard I am making him.

I want him inside of me, so badly, and I can only pray he wants it just as much as I do.

My hands push into his hair, gripping tightly as I direct his head up to mine. With a quick glance into his ocean blue eyes, I close mine, reaching my lips to his. But they never meet.

His mouth goes to my neck, as he kisses there, hard. His tongue trails up my neck before his mouth closes around my earlobe and the small crystal stud I have pierced there, and bites gently.

His hand on my breast cups harder, massaging, then his fingers find my nipple, under my bra, squeezing with just the right amount of pressure, and it makes me cry out loud.

"More," I beg. "I want more."

"Greedy girl," he says, as he removes his hand from inside of me, and I can't help but whimper at the loss of contact. "Move up, rest your pretty head on the pillows," he commands.