Luke is blissfully unaware of any sort of "creepy" thoughts regarding her technique and how it relates to Beth's ex. Instead, he's focused on the winding, heated tension that's being brought to the breaking point by the feel of her mouth and tongue and the rhythmic suction that she sets against his shaft. His toes curl and he feels molded, formed like clay, body loose and malleable, and then suddenly tight and tense as he pushes his hips up and for once his fingers tighten in her hair, scraping her scalp. He stammers out something unintelligible; more of a moan than words and he tumbles over the edge. His cock twitches and pulses in her mouth as he comes and his breath stutter-steps as each twitch brings another, shorter, less intense wave of pleasure.

He rides out the orgasmic high, curled forward into himself, toward Beth, shoulders tense and tight, eyes screwed shut and then it's passed over and he slowly starts to unwind, the tension falling away as she slumps back against the couch, trying to catch his breath.

"Jesus, Beth..." He mumbles, eyes flickering open to give her that lopsided smile of his, "That was intense."