His Fling, My Forever

•Chapter 41•

Elara Beck
I was nervous.
We hadn't been sexual with one another for a while. Not that I was surprised.
It had been so turbulent between us recently.
But not in this moment.
And I knew we were both going to enjoy it.

I straddled his lap and immediately kissed him with as much force as I could muster.
His hands immediately went to my behind and I couldn't stop the small moan from escaping, which made him grin against my mouth.
I slapped his chest as a proper smile came into his face as we pulled away.
"Stop." I said and leaned my head to rest on his shoulder as he laughed.
"I'm sorry I'm sorry." He said and I sat back up with a pout. "You just seem nervous."
"I am."
"Why?"
"Because it's been a while." I sighed and fiddled with his jumper.
He just shook his head before cupping my face with one of his hands and reattaching his lips to mine softly, sending a new wave of emotions through me.
All I wanted was him.

I moved my hands to the bottom of his jumper and pulled it up until Shawn slipped it off over his head and threw it away.
I sat back and admired his upper body and in that moment I wondered how little me had bagged a god like him.
I ran my hands up and down his torso, tracing the small tattoos.
"I want to get one." I whispered.
"A tattoo?"
"I want to get something for me, you and Frances. Something pretty." I said and he smiled.
"Well, whatever you choose, I'll match it." He said and I smiled.
"Really?"
"Of course."
"Shawn I love you." I said and cupped his face.
"I love you too"

In a swift motion I removed my own jumper and Shawns hands attached to my waist.
He leaned forward and kissed me with a slight sense of need.
I shifted slightly on his lap and couldn't help but grin at his sharp intake of breath.
Before I could reach for his waistband, he told hold of my thighs and stood up.
I threw my head back in laughter and wrapped my arms around his neck as he walked us into our bedroom.
He placed me down and shut the door behind us.
There was a moment when neither of us moved. We just stood looking at one another, lust and tension filling the air.

Shawn made the first move, undoing his belt and sliding off his jeans.
I followed and slid down my leggings, kicking them to the side.
Again we stood looking at each other for a moment before walking towards each other, our bodies colliding in the middle with hunger.
My heart was racing and I was sure he could feel it beating against his own.

As he took hold of my waist he walked backwards, making me fall backwards onto our bed, our lips still firmly attached.
I couldn't help but tilt my head backwards as he ran his fingertips down the length of my body and placed light kisses to my neck.
As he ran his fingers into my underwear, my mouth involuntarily opened and I couldn't hold back the small moans. After a moment he paused and looked up at me with a smile, causing me to frown.
"You're beautiful you know that?" He whispered and I smiled.
"Is this really the time to be being cute?" I giggled and he shrugged before sliding my underwear off.
"I think it's the best time."
He stood back and looked at me for a moment and I felt my cheeks heat up.
"Stop looking at me."
"Am I not allowed to look at my girlfriend?"
"Not when I'm like this." I pouted and he just responded with a shake of his head and a smile.
"You're beautiful. Don't ever think otherwise."

It wasn't long before both of our underwear was removed and we were trying hard not to wake Frances.
It was like a feeling I had never felt before.
It wasn't rushed.
In fact it was slower than we had ever done it before.
Both of us savoured every movement, every high.
It was an intense pleasure that I knew neither of us had ever felt.
It was the kind of pleasure that makes your toes curl and your stomach twist. The kind that you've always wanted.

By the time we had both reached breaking point, it was 2am.
The moonlight shone in from where I had forgotten to close the shutters.
Sweat glistened like glitter off of our bodies and the only sounds were our heavy breaths and the slight crackle of Frances' monitor.

I wanted to be close to him.
I turned to him and hooked one of my legs over his hip and placed a hand on his chest.
Shawn wrapped his arms around me and drew circular patterns on my back.
"Our hearts are beating together." He whispered as I fluttered my eyes closed.
"And I hope they always will." I whispered back and he hugged me tighter.
"I love you" I sighed.
"I love you too Elara. I love you more than I can tell you. I will do anything I can to protect, support and love you. And I'm lying here now, saying that I want you to marry me."