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bikini bottoms, pulling them down. I lift my hips to help him remove my bottoms. He takes his hand, spreading my legs, and lowers himself to me. I can feel his penis as it rests against my hip and up past my belly button.He stops kissing me for two seconds to suck on his finger before returning to kiss me and brings his hand down between my legs. He gently rubs his thumb over my clit, and I instantly break out with goosebumps across my entire body. My heart starts to race, and my breathing deepens. He slides his finger into me, and the feeling is exotic. I let out a slight gasp in his mouth before he lets out a deep breath.
"Holy fuck, you're tight," he whispers in my mouth.
He continues to kiss me aggressively and starts moving his finger in and out of me slowly, then picking up the pace as I become wetter. I let out a loud moan in his mouth, and he kisses me more passionately but aggressive at the same time. I can feel his penis throb against my thigh. I've never felt like this before.
"You're so fucking wet. My God!" he whispers in my ear.
He removes his fingers just as I'm close to climaxing. I grab onto his wrist. He smiles then grabs hold of himself and runs his penis up and down the opening of my vagina.
Chapter Thirty-Three
He stops at the opening and starts to ease himself into me gently. He lets out a loud moan then stops. He moves his lips from mine, lets out a growl, then puts his head down on the pillow next to the side of my face. He takes the tiny bit of the tip of his penis out of me. I fling open my eyes and grab his wrist. I look straight into his eyes.
"What- what's wrong? Why'd you stop?" I asked, concerned.
What now, what could possibly be the reason why he is stopping this. He lifts himself onto his forearms, putting his hands on my cheeks, and stares into my eyes before pecking me on the lips.
"You're wasted. I've only had a couple of beers. I promised myself that I would never have sex with you when your drunk. I want you to remember this, more so because it would be our first time together," Luke replies, gazing into my eyes.
I am not sure what to say, because he's right, I'm drunk as shit. Fuck, I want him badly, but I want to remember every moment of our first time together. Ugh, why must he be so respectful?
"Okay," I say, smiling and kiss him.
"Please, don't be upset with me. I promise I will make it up to you when you're sober," he says with sincerity in his eyes.
I smile back at him, giving a nod of approval.
The door bursts open, and we are startled from our beautiful moment to Ris crying and holding her face. I hop out of bed and throw a shirt on. Luke grabs his boxer briefs, slides them on, then walks over to flick on the light. Ris is standing there, holding her nose, butt naked, with blood all over her face, chest, and arms. What in the hell?
Luke grabs a towel from the floor and wraps it around her and leaves the room. I hold her nose and walk her to the bathroom. Jason shows up in just his boxers, and he's covered in some of Ris's blood.
"What the fuck happened?" I scream at him while holding Ris's bloody face as she cries.
Jason looks concerned for Ris. I feel bad for them both. At least she had somewhat decent timing when she rushed in here.
"She was on top, and I flipped her over to nail her from behind, then she fell off the bed. She smacked her face off the bedside table," Jason shrugs his shoulders, trying not to laugh.
"You've got to be kidding me," I burst out laughing.
Only Ris! Of course, something this retarded would happen to her. Drunken sex can lead to crazy disasters sometimes. I do not know whether to laugh more or feel sorry for her as I hold her nose while she is wrapped in a towel, crying. Luke comes in with a few wet washcloths and an ice pack and hands it to Jason. I tell Jason to hold one on her nose as I take the other to clean the blood from her chest and arms.
"Can you grab Ris a shirt from the room, please?" I yell at Luke.
Luke and Jason look each other over before Luke turns to leave the bathroom. I tell Jason that he can go and that I've got it covered from here. I ask him to clean himself up and any blood he sees in his room. Luke returns with a shirt, laughs, then kisses me before leaving again. I wipe the blood from Ris's face and place the ice pack on her nose.
"You've got to take it easy on the hard-core fucking," I laugh.
She giggles as she throws her arms up in the air. I am so glad Ris took it all in good spirits; I am sure she is used to this sort of thing happening.
"Did I interrupt you and Luke?" she questions.
"No, we were pretty much done," I sigh.
I wish he wouldn't have stopped us, but we may have been interrupted by Ris and Jason anyway. She kicks me and lets out a squeal, squinting and groaning when it hurts her nose. I look at her and shoosh her.
"I will tell you about it tomorrow when we're sober," I say.
There's a lot for me to tell her after tonight. I help her get the shirt on that Luke brought. I leave her in the bathroom to get us some water. I walk into the kitchen and notice Luke is out cold on the tiny couch in the living room with his feet hanging over the end. I walk over and put the blanket