Into The Hills

Chapter 16

WARNING: M RATED

Elena's POV

He lifts me up from the floor, and I wrap my strong arms around his neck, I'm blown away from his confession but I'm also giddy inside.

He loves me, and I love him.

He sets me down, and I look at him, we're both smiling, and his cheeks are red, and I feel mine heat up.

"Bed time?" he whispers, and I nod, sliding off the mini-skirt, his eyes scan my body, a single light illuminates us as he, too slides off his pants, I stand before him in nothing but his plaid shirt and underwear and him in his boxers, I run my eyes down his body, a lust feeling in the pit of my stomach as he grabs my hand and we lay down in the bed, he shuts off the light, holding me in his arms, and I feel safe and comfortable, but I almost feel restless too, like something's missing.

I hear his slow breathing against my neck and I realize he must be asleep.

This was our last night together and I had said I was going to make it count, no matter what.

I turn so I'm facing him, his light breath tickling my nose.

"Stefan?" I whisper, putting my hand on his warm chest, he opens up his eyes sleepily, I can barely make out his face in the dark room.

"Yeah, Elena?" He asks.

"Turn on the light." I whisper, and he turns on the light, staring down at me, I urge him back into bed, and he lays down.

I gently sit up and lean over, kissing his lips, he kisses me back, as I get on top of his lap, my legs on either side of him, as I continue kissing him, running my fingers down his stubble on his cheek and chin, he kisses me back, running his fingers down my hair, curving over my spine, sending shivers down it again.

I pull back, a little, and he's panting.

"Should I change into my lingerie?" I ask, embarrassed of this, Matt always liked me in lingerie, but Stefan shake his head, running his hands down my hair, his green eyes hold a different look from lust, his eyes glinting with the light, it's love.

"no, no, I like you in my shirt." He whispers, grabbing my wrist as he flips us over, him on top, I feel him hard against my thigh, my cheeks turning red, as he runs his fingers down them, and onto my neck.

"Are you sure?" He whispers, looking into my eyes as he caress my cheeks with his hands.

I nod, breathless, as I grab the back of his head, smashing his lips onto mine, he kisses me back, his hands roaming my thighs and then up the thin material of the plaid shirt, making a certain heat enter my stomach, I rub my toe over the inside his of his leg again and as his fingers beginning to unbutton the buttons of his plaid shirt, he pulls back, kissing my neck hard, he wastes no time latching onto my sweet spot, as he unbuttons the shirt, all the way until he can see my black lacy bra, his hands go to my ass, squeezing it.

I moan low, as he latches onto my sweet spot, each kiss on my neck makes me hotter as he removes his hands from my ass and runs his finger down my abs, my hand's tug at his hair, needing more.

He kisses down my neck and to my collarbone, nipping it lightly, his tongue finds it's way down my cleavage, making me throw my head back lightly against the pillow, my fingers gripping his hair.

He kisses down my stomach softly, and gets to my panties, he goes back up and urges me to lean up as he undoes my bra with the back of his hand, I watch as he throws it across the room, kissing me again, one of his hands go up against my hardened nipple, sending electricity down my spine, as he fiddles with it, flicking and twisting it.