Luke Gillespie (![]() ![]() |
Luke couldn't breathe when her hand found him, even the lightness in her touch sent such fire through his veins that he couldn't think for that moment. When she spoke it took him a dumbfounded moment to be able to respond with his words. "Yes," he breathed. "I want you... I want this." It could not be referred to enough that Luke's head swam from the amount of contact he was having, her skin against his. He thought he had seen her memories and life before, but such intimacy opened up everything. It was strange, exhilarating, and utterly confusing, but he still wanted it. His hand moved further toward parts unknown, rubbing from her leg to underneath her panties like one would give a massage, it was all he could think to do. As arousal overtook every bit of him, it turned from a want to a need. He needed her to do this. He felt like he might die otherwise. Die or break something, he wasn't sure which. |