Sparks Went Flying

Chapter 15

Dinner was delicious. I have always loved Mrs.W- Layla's cooking, but tonight was amazing. She had to leave for work soon after she had eaten her food. Leaving Eli and I alone. 

"Wanna watch a movie?" He asks. I smile up at him, love filling my chest.

"What movie?"

"50 First Dates? Or we could watch Big Daddy?" He says. I squeal, Adam Sandler movies are my kryptonite.

"Yes. Yes. Yes." I say excitedly. I turn to pull Eli to his living room but he doesn't budge. When I turn back to him he has a dark look in his eye. "Are you okay?" He just shakes his head like he needed to clear his thoughts. Weird. He grabs my hand and begins pulling me to his bedroom.

"C'mon. If we are already in my room then you won't have to wake up if you fall asleep during the movie." He says and I smile at his consideration.

"I love you." I say, needing him to know how much I appreciate him and everything he does. He looks back at me from the top of the stairs and grins.

"I love you too, baby. Now, what movie do you want to watch?" He asks and I instantly know.

"Big Daddy. It's my favorite and it's not as sappy as the other ones. The way the little boy looks up to Sonny is just too cute. But that one part when he's taken away by that mean social worker makes me want to cry. Maybe it's not a great idea to watch that one, I'm an ugly crier."I say , rambling. I am cut off by soft warm lips slanting over my own.

"Baby. Stop talking. You are not an ugly crier and even if you were, it wouldn't matter you'd still be the cutest, sweetest, prettiest little thing to me so stop over thinking because we are going to watch whatever you want. Okay?" He says.

"Okay." I smile wide up at him. He leads us into his bedroom. I've been in here before but it feels different now that I am his girlfriend. It feels more intimate and it makes my insides heat into a blaze of fire. The heat starting in my stomach spreading everywhere. Down between my thighs, up toward my neck.

He walks me toward his bed, centered in the middle of the room. "Here, sit down and I wil set up the movie." He walks to his Tv stand and begins to get the movie started. I sit in the bed, nervous of moving.

He walks back, giving me a sly grin as he gestures me toward the headboard. I slide back in his bed until my back hits his headboard. He follows behind and settles right next to me.

I instantly cuddle closer to him, loving the feeling of being connected. "I love you." I say, my words slightly muffled because my face is buried in his shirt.

"I'm sorry. Could you repeat that baby?" He says, using my weakness to get me to blush. "I think it sounded like I hate you." He tries to rile me up. I look up at him and smile. "That hurts, baby!"

"You know that isn't what I said. And for the record, I said I love you. You incoherent boob!" I say. He bursts out laughing at my pathetic insult. I start to giggle along side him until we are both just dying of laughter.

My stomach begins to hurt and I try my best to calm down. I look over to Eli to see he has a strange look in his eyes.

"I love you too. I couldn't imaging my life without you in it. I don't even want to find out either. Your stuck with me, forever, whether because your my wife or my best friend or both. I don't want to lose you, I wouldn't survive that. Just promise me?" He asks. My eyes are glassy from the emotions he is showing me, his raw emotions. I quickly nod my head agreeing to promise anything in the world to him.

"Promise you'll tell me if you don't want me anymore. Promise you won't leave me like he did. Promise that, even if things don't work out, that I'll still have you." He says and my mind takes in all of his words.

I don't even think about how embarrassing this could be. I've lost all control of my emotions and can't handle it, so...

I do the one thing I can think of.

I straddle his lap, pulling him into a kiss and breathing in his scent. I wrap my arms around his neck as he kisses me back and wraps his arms around my waist.

I pull back to catch my breath. "I promise. With my whole heart, I promise." I say. I lean back in, kissing him harder. "I love you."

"I love you too, baby." He says. My eyes get teary at the emotional conversation. I laugh, my laugh watery because of my tears. He wipes my tears with the pad of his thumb. He smiles at me, making my heart swell.

He leans in and kisses me, pulling me farther onto his lap, my butt right on top of his, y'know. I kiss him back, sliding my arms around his neck again, pulling my chest closer to his. His arms wrap around my hips and pull, causing my hips to jerk forward against him.

I groan, tingles shooting throughout my whole body. I pull away, looking at Eli. His eyes are hooded, focused on my lips. I move my hips against his again, wanting a reaction. His eyes flutter shut as a low groan escapes his mouth.

He looks back up at me, catching my eyes I see the heat in his own. He grabs me by the back of my neck, pulling me in for a heated kiss. The movie forgotten. I kiss him back, moving my hips again, his hand resting on my hip. His hand pushes and pulls my hips, creating a rhythm.

I moan against his mouth as my mouth falls open. I pant, my body thrumming with pleasure as we continue the sweet torture. "Please." I whisper. I move my hips faster, wanting more. Moans and grunts fall out of our mouths.

"Hmm. What do you want, baby? I'm not gonna do anything unless you tell me what you want me to do. I don't want to do anything your not ready for." He says. I smile slightly at his chivalry. His lips trail from my lips down my neck and up to my jaw. He lips plant feather like kisses, making me shutter.

"I want you. Please." I say, tilting my head to the side to give him better access. His hands tighten on my hips. I push my hips down harder, trying to create more friction. The action causes us both to groan loudly.

"Fuck. Are you sure? If your not ready we can wait as long as you want. I don't want to pressure you." He pants out.

"I'm ready. I want you, please." I whisper. My hips continue their grind. His head falls back against the headboard. His hands move to my thighs that are resting on either side of him, his hands high on my thighs. He squeezes, making me squeak. Then something switches in him.

"I want our first time to be special. Not like this, I don't want it to be out of impulse." He says. My hips halt all movement. I look at him confused, I don't know how I feel right now.

"D-do you not want to? I m-mean we don't have to. I just-" I cut myself off, embarrassed. I start to climb off his lap, my body thrumming with the need to hide. God, why am I like this. Of course he doesn't want to.

He stops me from crawling off his lap. I dip my head, my face heating up. My heart is beating a mile a minute. "I'm sorry. I'm wasn't trying to pressure you. I just- I thought you wanted to." I stutter out, my voice barely above a whisper. He tilts my chin up.

"Hey, that's not what I meant. Of course I want to I just want to make it special. I don't want to go there out of impulse and have you rebgret it. That would be the worst thing possible. Okay? I want to, I swear I do, I just want it to be perfect." He cups my cheeks in both of his hands. He places a gentle kiss on my lips. My body relaxes slightly.

"Okay." I say, I lean forward, pecking his lips then laying my head on his shoulder. I cuddle closer to him, savoring his warmth. His arms wrap around me. "I'm sorry, I overreacted." I said.

"No need to be sorry. But you see what I'm saying, right?" He asks. I nod my head into his shoulder, tucking my nose into his neck. "I love you." I smile, lightly pecking his neck.

"I love you too."