eighteen » l.h

02.

He was panting, breathing irregular. He kept cursing. He was aware of the consequences that would happen if he kissed her.

He put his head in his hand and ran his fingers through his hair, pulling at it. I could've done it. I had the chance but no that fucking phone ruined everything, he thought.

He stood up and went towards her bedroom door. He leaned his forehead on her door, taking a deep breath in and lightly knocking. He had to face the what-almost-happened situation some time, so he figured it better to do it now than later.

"Estelle baby please open the door." He said in a quiet voice.

She didn't open the door.

She stood up from her bed and leaned her forehead against the door. "This isn't right. Everything is now ruined." She whispered so quietly, so quietly he barely heard her.

"I know it isn't right but..." he didn't know what to say. He was completely frustrated.

"Let me in baby girl, please" he said.

She stepped back from the door and slowly opened it. She looks down at her feet and then his, her head hanging low, not wanting to make eye contact.

"Can we please talk about what happened downstairs?" he said, not really knowing what to say. He didn't know what words to say to her. He was at a loss of words. 

She nodded in reply and went over to her bed, sitting down at the edge, him doing the same. They were so close, their knees touched. Electric currents ran throughout her whole body, making her heart start pumping faster and faster. For him, it was just a touch. Nothing special. It had no effect on him. 

"That was wrong... What we did- well what we almost did it was completely wrong.  This shouldn't have happened. You are my step father. You just now got divorce papers, we can't kiss. We can't be anything. If this ever happened, do you know what other people are gonna think? They're going to judge us, hard. They're are gonna say that we are sick people and I don't want to hear those types of things from anyone. I'm sorry but I just can't." She says. By now she's out of breathe. She was sort of proud of herself, she got what she had to say out.

He just sat there, dumbfounded. He looked at her light blue eyes. They held so much emotion. But he couldn't figure exactly what type of emotions. The only thing he could do is just put his hand on her knee.

"I leaned in because I wanted to. I wanted to kiss you. It's wrong on so many levels but I just..... I just wanted to do it and try what I've been wanting to do for so lo-" she interrupted him, standing up abruptly.

"You've been wanting to do this for so long? What is wrong with you? You were with my mother for a quite long time period and you wanted to kiss me? You're a fucking sick-" she was yelling at the top of her lungs. She was just pretending to be angry because she couldn't find the way to admit her feelings for him.

He stood up and walked towards her, pushing her against the wall.

He put one hand on her cheek, smirking. Letting out a chuckle, he leaned in, tucking a hair behind her ear. He tilted his head and brought his mouth to her ears, whispering, "You put up a good act, but try harder."

And then he slammed his lips against hers.

He moved his lips but she didn't. She didn't move at all. He stopped kissing her and put his forehead against hers.

"Kiss me back." He said, exhaling. She looked at his eyes and pulled his face towards hers, now finally kissing him back. Their lips fought against each other. Tilting his head, he deepened the kiss. She ran her hand up his neck and into his hair, tugging at it lightly. He moaned lightly in her mouth. That was beautiful, she thought. She tugged it again and he bit her lip, now resulting in her moaning. That one little moan had him hardening, his jeans now getting tighter and tighter.

They kept kissing, her hands still in his hair, but now his fingers were playing with the button of her jeans. Her heart beat was accelerating, body heat increasing. He unbuttoned her jeans and broke the kiss, pulling her pants down.

She couldn't stop herself. She was too much into the moment. She was turned on.

Her low-cut top was now hanging lower than before. He kissed between her breasts and moved his lips towards her throat with open mouth kisses. She let out a moan, arching her back a little bit. He met her lips and started kissing her again, this time slipping his hand through the front of her underwear.

She moaned a bit louder now. His hand was rubbing her nub at a slow pace. Her hips rocked against his hand subconsciously. His picked up the pace and she was getting closer and closer to reaching her high. She started feeling this amazing feeling at the pit of her stomach, it was undescribable. Her moans got louder once he started to suck on her neck.

"Cum for me baby girl. Cum for daddy." That's when everything went white for her. Her breathing was all that could be heard. She had listened to his words and let go.  Wow, she thought. He pulled his hand out of her underwear and brought it towards his mouth, licking each and every one of his fingers.

"Mmm you taste so good baby." He moaned lightly.

She finally recovered from her orgasm and snapped her eyes open. "No no no no, this shouldn't have happened!" She raised her voice. She went towards her dresser and pulled out a clean pair underwear and shorts.

"You were into it though." He said, back facing her. He had his eyes closed. Fuck I did it again, he thought.

"I didn't know what was happening- I..."

"Of course you didn't. That's why you reacted to my touch so quickly right?" He said. Her face was flushed, chest heaving up and down.

She didn't say anything back. She left her room and went into the bathroom, slamming the door closed. He chuckled, knowing he was right.

A/n: hi guys ;)

I picture Gabriella Wilde as Estelle but you can picture her as anyone you want