HIM
receive a lot of compliments over their shape, color, and overall appearance from family, friends, and strangers, yet Luke has not said anything at all about them. I shouldn't be one to talk; I haven't said anything about his to him either.His eyes are so different. The color itself is fascinating. I've never seen the color of his eyes before. The bluish-green hue is like the colors seen in the Caribbean ocean, crystal clear and crisp though soft and dreamy. When he looks into my eyes, I melt and lose myself. I turn submissive and vulnerable under his gaze.
The past few days with him have been very unforgettable. We kept it low key yesterday after work. We changed the oil in my car and checked all the fluids. It was fun working together like I used to do with my dad. He slept over, but we didn't have sex last night or this morning because I was sore from the night before.
Luke got up before me this morning; he made us breakfast and called into work for the first part of the day to hang out with me before I go. He's changing my windshield wipers right now as I get ready. Although, I would like to have sex before I leave for Milwaukee in a few hours. I would be sore driving, and it would make for an uncomfortable five hours, but it'd be worth it.
I finish my makeup when Luke walks in the doorway of the bathroom. He leans in, watching me as I start curling my hair. I love how he looks at me.
"You going to watch me get ready?" I ask.
"Yes, you look sexy standing there in just your bra and panties," he says.
He looks me up and down with a stare that makes me weak in the knees. I roll my eyes at him and continue to curl my hair. He walks over to me and stands behind me, staring in the mirror; I stare back at him and smile. He puts his hands on my hips and kisses the nape of my neck.
"Stop it," I giggle, moving my head away from him. "You're going to make me burn myself."
Luke grabs my curling iron and puts it down on the counter of the sink, returning his hand to my hip. I put my hands on the sink, leaning into them, and stare at him in the mirror. He stares back at me with a devilish smirk. I watch him in the mirror as he brings his hands up the sides of my body, then slowly under my bra, grabbing hold of my breasts. I love it when he touches me; I instantly receive an embodied sensation.
I look at him as he stares back at me. He looks at his hands on my breasts as he gently begins to massage them and lightly pinches my nipples. They become hard as I start to feel tingly down in my lady bits. He knows how to turn me on. I want to do dirty things to him right now, but I don't want to get all sweaty before I leave. I look away from what he is doing to me to his eyes; he's staring at me now, seductively. I bite my lower lip and watch him bring one of his hands back down my body, tucking his fingers under my panties, exposing only his thumb. He leans forward toward me and inserts a finger inside me; I gasp slightly as I look up at him. He watches his hand move in my panties and looks at me. I've never watched myself get fingered before, and it's so hot.
My breathing goes heavy, and I watch his hand move faster and faster in my panties. I drop my head down and grip tightly onto the sink, breathing heavier as my heart starts to pound. I look up at him in the mirror when he removes his other hand from my breast and down to his pants. Not skipping a beat from penetrating me with his finger, he unzips his pants and pulls out his turgescent phallus. Holy shit!
He brings that hand into my panties and slides a finger in me, moving it in and out a few times in sync with his finger from his other hand, before removing it. He rubs his finger up and down his cock then grabs hold of it. He begins to jerk off while fingering me in front of the mirror. I'm more intrigued in watching him masturbate than I am in him, pleasuring me, causing me to become even more aroused.
I watch him continue to touch himself. I cannot take it anymore and grab his hand that is inside me. He looks up at me in the mirror and stops fingering me. He stops touching himself too.
"What?" he questions, bewildered.
I take his hand out of my panties and turn around facing him.
"Go sit on the toilet," I demand and push my hand against his chest.
He walks over to the toilet and sits down. I pull my panties down and step out of them as I walk toward Luke. He slides his pants and briefs down around his ankles. I straddle him as I grab hold of his thick cock and slowly lower myself onto him. I wrap my arms around his neck and look into his eyes. I let out a moan through my nose as I lower myself down farther onto him. He grabs my ass and helps me slide down more. I suck hair through my teeth as I am still a little tender from the other night when he took me from behind. I kiss him as I bring myself back up his shaft and bite his lower lip. He moans and squeezes my ass tightly. I slide back down slowly.
"Oh, my f-f-fuck!" he stutters through a moan.
I continue moving up and down teasingly slow until I become wetter, and the tenderness of my vagina dissipates. Luke's eyes are