"The longer you wait for something. The more you appreciate It when you get it. Because anything worth having, Is worth the wait."
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Stella's POV:
We weren't going to have sex. The both of us knew that. I want to take things slow.
Instead, I want to become familiar with each other's body.
We get up to my room, and I immediately shut the door and lock it. I walk to Elio. He jumps to me and wraps his arms around my neck and practically melts, leaning against me.
I giggle and pull him back to look him in the eyes. Though I couldn't because they were closed.
"Elio?" I mutter?
"Hmm?" He hums.
"Can I kiss you?" I softly whisper. He nods with a little smile.
Both of my hands cup his face. I start by kissing his forehead, his temple, and then cheek.
I caress his lips with my thumb, watching as his lips parted automatically, before lightly putting mine on his. Automatically, he stands up straighter, and wraps his arm around my back.
I continue to kiss him, getting used to the feel of his lips. They were soft. He got a little sloppy with it, accidentally groaning and opening his mouth. I took it as an invitation to slide my tongue in. He hummed as our mouths moved in sync.
I slowly started making him walk backwards. When he gets to the bed, it takes him by surprise and he falls backwards. I laugh while he rolls in embarrassment.
Once I contain myself, I crawl on top of him. I grab the ends of his shirt and pull it off fast, allow myself to touch him. My hands trail down his soft, warm chest, and down his sides.
He closed his eyes and shifts his head to the side, revealing his neck to me. I bend down and slowly leave a kiss on his neck. He runs his fingers through my hair as I start to suck at the skin, knowing I would leave a hickey. His breath hitches as he allows the pleasure to fill him.
Once I'm satisfied with my mark that I left, I work my way down to his collar bone that stuck out.
I go down further, and trail kisses until I get to his jeans. They come down low enough to show his v-line. I trace the definition of it and press kisses to each of his hips.
He unbuttons his jeans quickly, and I help him take them off.
I come back up and kiss his lips once again. He rolls over so he is now on top of me. He goes down to my neck and copy's what I did. My fingers trail up and down his spine, gently touching his skin, giving him goosebumps.
