He pulled back, my head lifting from the floor to follow his lips. "So, you love me more than pizza huh?" He smirked, his dark eyes searching mine.

"More than anything." I whispered, my mouth parted, anticipating another kiss, but when he leaned back in he skipped my lips and went straight for my neck.

"Are you sure?" He smiled against my skin, his lips tickling my neck.

"You know I do." I exhaled, rather than spoke, wanting him to show me how much he loved me and as if he read my mind, he filled my ears with exactly those words.

"I love you. Nothing or no one will change that." He whispered, them making me want him even more as my hands reached for the loops of his jeans, pulling his lower body into mine. The moment I felt his growing hardness through his jeans he smirked against my skin before finding my lips.

The more his tongue danced with mine the more I wanted him and the more my hands longed for his skin. No longer able to contain myself I pulled at the fabric of his hoodie, sliding my hands underneath it to feel his warmth. All his smiling against my lips, telling me he wanted it just as much.

"Take it off, please." I begged him, wanting to glide my eyes over him entirely, making the view match the sensation of my fingers. He sat upright between my legs, taking off his hoodie like only guys do, reach over to his back, his stomach exposed first as my eyes caught the buttons of his jeans. I didn't wait for him to take his hoodie off as my fingers already started to work on those buttons, briefly sliding my fingers inside the hem of his boxers as I did.

As soon as his hoodie slid over his head it revealed the surprised look on his face as he came back down, his lips finding mine once more. My hands, pushed down his jeans, leaving it up to him to kick them further down his legs. His hands also didn't hesitate as they rushed underneath my plain white T-shirt, his finger sliding over my stomach like a feather through the sky, soft but taunting. The way he was eager but still took his time, made me feel loved, wanted, treasured, admired, all of it at once.

My eyes found his and neither him or I needed to speak to talk loud and clear. We needed each other, we wanted each other, and that for a long time still to come. His strong arms lifted me of my carpet and laid me down in my sheets, but not before his hands pulled my T-shirt over my head, his eyes stopping at my chest, admiration written all over them. "You're so beautiful." He whispered as his eyes looked over me like he was seeing it for the first time. "And all mine." He said, his lips claiming mine again, his body pushing me into my sheets.

"Show me I'm yours." I whispered, a thousand ways on my mind. He sat up, his hardness clear as day through his boxers as his fingers grazed over my sweats, hooking behind my panties.

"Like this?" He whispered as he looked at my lips, parted with pleasure, his other hand joining to torture me even more.

"More." I breathed, my chest moving up and down as he took my breath away, his fingers peeling away my sweats to reveal the baby pink lace of my panties.

I let my head fall back the moment his fingers caressed me even deeper down, his fingertips, carefully finding my most desired spot. The closer he came, the more I wanted to feel him too, my hand eagerly searching for him until I felt all of him through the thin fabric of those damn attractive boxers. The moment I moved my hand up and down he leaned in, laying down next to me to reach me better, but not before pushing my sweats completely off my feet.

While one of his hands searched lower, almost reaching between my folds, his other one perfectly cupped my face, holding me in place so his lips could capture mine, dragging my bottom lip between his teeth, so divine I felt my eyes roll back with pleasure, my hand grabbing a firm hold of him.

"Fuck." He groaned under his breath and against my lips. My key to push up my hips so his hand would reach my wetness, the moment it did making me realize something important, something I forgot for a second.

"Lukas..." I tried to stop him against everything I really wanted but his lips cut me off, his fingers doing whatever they needed. "Lukas..." I half moaned, but eventually found the strength to put it out there. "I'm still on my peri-"

"I know." He softly cut me off with his words, his thumb eagerly caressing my cheek. "There're other things we can do." He smiled. If anything, he always knew how to make me feel special. With that I pushed my finger past the hem of his boxes, feeling him entirely while he rubbed me in the right places, without going to far down.

His nose brushing against mine filled my stomach and made me tingle all over, his hand still working me until the point of no return. Lukas moved his hips against my hand as growls escaped from under his breath. Those sounds becoming louder and louder as I moved faster. "Does that feel good?" I whispered against his lips until he pulled his bottom one between his teeth showing me the answer to my question.

"More than good." He gritted through his teeth, the smile of mischief following shortly after. His way of letting me know he wasn't going to last long. "Stop... You first." He said firmly while grabbing my hand to pin it above my head. "You first." He smiled again, looking relieved that he got a little break. He guided my hand to leave the matrass all the way into his neck. "That hand stays here until you come." He smirked and I was more the happy to push my fingers into his hairline.

I smiled but couldn't help but gasp as soon as his fingers continued to pleasure me. I arched my back into his movements as the circular motions hit me in the right places, the tingles in my stomach divine torture. "What are you doing to me." I gasped, my eyes rolling back while my fingers pulled at his roots.

"Tell me." He looked at me with hooded eyes, picking up the pace in which he was determined to bring me over the edge. "Tell me..." He whispered again while letting his forehead fall against mine.

All I could think of was the way he was setting every part of me free, tingles building up at every corner of my body. "Things only you can do." I breathed, more like gasped as I got closer and closer. "I need you." I strained my fingers through his hair, pushing his forehead further against mine until our lips touched. He knew what to do to push me into a bliss, and so he did, picking up the pace even more while sucking my bottom lip between his teeth.

My head fell back into the sheets, while my mind drifted off into a place where only him and I existed, a place where there was a guarantee for long-life happiness. When I relaxed, I melted into his arms his hand cupping my cheek and when I opened my eyes I met his dark and longing grey ones. They were the only thing I ever wanted to see after a moment like this. "That seemed intense." Lukas smirked as my fingers relaxed in his hair, tugging less at his roots.

"You think?" I tried to catch my breath, joining him with a smile. As much as I wanted to catch my breath and doze off, I also wanted to make him feel the same way, hoping I could. With my entire weight I pushed him over onto his back, the smirk on his face confirming he knew where this was going. "Now it's your turn." I smirked before kissing him deeply as my hand search for him, pushing down his boxers.

I couldn't an wouldn't let go of his lips until my hand took away his breath, his groans telling me that wasn't going to take long. His hand grabbed my backside, surprisingly massaging his hand into it as his other cupped my face, holding me into our kiss. His tongue couldn't get enough if me and neither could my hand, going up and down on him faster. "Baby." He gritted through his teeth like he was trying to hold back, his mouth suddenly parting on mine. "Fuck, I'm going to-" I cut off his words by a sweet kiss, before lowerin myself down his body to meet my lips to my hand, wrapping them around him. "Bells." He gasped, surprised by my sudden change of plans. "You don't have to-" he was unable to say another word as I sucked him harder. His hand finally found its way into my hair, grabbing a handful as he became tenser underneath me, my hand joining the movement of my lips until I tasted his release under the groaning of my name. I swallowed the warmth in my throat like last time and joined him by his side as he still tried to catch his breath. "You are something else." He exhaled, the look on his face utterly satisfied as his head fell to the side to meet my gaze, his hand stroking through my hair before he completely fell apart.

"Was that okay?" I looked at him with anticipation, his breathing slow and exhausted.

"It's never just okay with you, it's mind-blowing." He said softly, every word sincere. "Ha, blowing." He chuckled; his eyes still closed.

"My god, you're such a guy." I rolled my eyes at him playfully, and softly swatted my hand at his chest.

"I'm sorry, you just seem to enjoy yourself when you're doing that. I'm a lucky guy." He smiled, rolling onto his side.

"Yes, yes you are." I laughed, facing his dreamy eyes. "I love how you react to it." I put my lips into a straight line after saying it. It came out before I knew it. He looked at me like a thousand questions were going to follow and I answered him before he could. "You always seem so surprised. It kind of makes me feel like I'm doing something special."

"You are doing something special, it's special cause it's you. It'll always be you though." His whispered filling my heart with another kind of love, the one that was going to last forever. The happiness that filled me made me forget about all the drama, all the hurt. Everything was going to be okay, I was always going to know love, have love, be loved, as long as there was a Lukas Kane Davis on this planet.