Luke Gillespie (![]() ![]() |
Breathing becoming more laboured, a molten heat sat at the bottom of his stomach as she stimulated him. He was surprised by the sensations his fingers were finding, the warmth, the slick surfaces. It was all arousing for some reason. His mouth reached for her lips when she pulled away and started kissing and nipping at him in other way. Removing his hand from her, he panted a breath and nodded. Helping her remove his pants and boxers, the cool air took him by surprise. His gaze flicked from the ghostly visions and then back to her face. "I don't have any-" The flush of his face deepened with embarrassment and he couldn't say the word. Luke wanted to feel her warmth again, wanted to know her feelings in the present moment and not the past, but he didn't know how to focus like that. |