Havoc

Not just...my first time

Songs for this chapter:
Skylar grey: I know you (soundtrack from 50 shades of grey)

|Ella's POV|

"I love you" and before I could comprehend his words, his lips were on mine.

His hands move up to my face, cupping each side. I long for this connection. The bond just two single bodies can make. To express the true meaning of love.

Moving in sync with one another, our lips never part as he lays down slowly.

My body caressing his from the top, his hands move slowly down to my waist, squeezing.

He pulls me closer, an unfamiliar feeling rises in my stomach, the feeling of pleasure and pure bliss.

If Calum can make me feel so good, surely I give him the same pleasure.
We may be polar opposites him and I, but one thing for sure, is that we are made for each other. How do I know? Well it's simple really, I've never felt this connection that I have with Cal, with anyone els. No one. He makes me so happy yet so mad and the mixture makes me want more, the feeling he gives me when he looks at me, I want to know every little thing about him, I want him to know every little thing about me, but I feel as if I can't give him exactly all of me, because I myself...don't have all of me.

"Calum" I moan softly into his mouth causing him to groan.

He puts his hands under my shirt running his hands up and down my sides before quickly parting our lips to tug it off. Connecting them once again feverishly.

He cups my left boob and rubs gently. I moan into his mouth, feeling a flutter between my thighs.

He moans back. Slowly parting our lips. He looks directly at me, almost as if to read my thoughts.
"Your my ecstasy Ella" he mumbles, bringing a hand up to stroke the side of my face ever so gently as if I could break from beneath his grip.
And I find myself fighting the urge to attack his neck with love bites.

"And your mine" I bite my lip causing him to shudder and tighten his grip on my waist.

He leans in, our lips almost touching, His breathe tickling my face.

I want him to have all of me, to care for me, to love me endlessly, to have every inch of my body, every inch of my soul.
But I'm pulling back, i want him to have all that and more but, for some reason I'm not giving it to him.
My body, is his.
My life, is his.
My heart, is his.
But for some reason I'm not his.
I can sense that he needs me, and he knows I need him, but what is it that's at the back of my head telling me it's wrong.

He licks my bottom lip, begging me for entrance, I cave in and his tongue slips inside my mouth and fights for dominance with my own, once again.

My hands instinctively move to his dark ruffled hair, tugging at his roots as I push aside the sappy voice in the back of my head telling me to stop.

Not only do I want this.
But I need this, and I know he does too.

Maybe this will be an escape, maybe just a simple act of real love could wash away some of the pain.

Calum slowly undoes the button to my shorts and slides them carelessly down my legs. I take one hand and pull on the bottom of his shirt hoping he gets it off quickly. And without a blink it's off over his head and thrown onto the floor.

His hands roam free around my newly exposed body, as does one of my hands on his torso. I run my hand over his chest and then wrap my arm around his neck, the kiss gaining more want and need by the second.

He pulls away cupping my cheeks again just like he did moments ago. Standing up he takes off his jeans leaving me sitting on the bed breathless. He stands before me only in his Lego briefs. Walking over to his bag, he grabs out a small silver packet.