Married to the Bad Boy

46

Sterling wrapped his arms around me, sliding them from my waist to my hips, and then slowly down bending, which confused me.

"Hold on,"

I let out a small equivalent of a squeal as I felt my body lift onto his, "Don't drop me!" 

"I wouldn't dare," I felt his lips back on mine and I wanted to warn him that he was going to drop me if he was too busy kissing me instead of looking where he was going, but my mind wasn't coherent to make all those words come out. But luckily enough he was walking slow, and I was hoping his eyes were open.

I felt a fumble of what sounded like a door opening and closing before I felt the firm mattress under me. 

What a relief, we made it in one piece.

I could feel my heart beat, smashing against my ribcage, it was beating so fast that I was sure it was missing a few beats. Is that what they meant when they said, you could feel your heart beat in your throat. 

Sterlings lips stopped and I opened my eyes, seeing him so close up in what little moon light was available just made him look even more handsome. 

How was he mine?

I wasn't sure what he was thinking when he was staring at me, or when his hand ran down the side of my face, cupping my cheek, but I didn't care cause all I could think about was how badly I wanted him

How badly I needed him.

With my legs still wrapped around his waist, I gripped the collar of his shirt pulling his face to meet mine, perhaps he was giving me one last chance to back out. 

I wasn't going to, I could regret it in the morning but at least I knew what I wanted now. There was a change in intensity now, it wasn't slow anymore, it was fast.

I felt him wriggle us both further onto the mattress, barely registering when there was a pillow under my head, or how it got there in the middle of the bed. I unwrapped my ankles from his waist, placing my feet flat on the mattress angled so he fit perfectly between me, hovering as I felt hands go up the side of my body, up my arm and playing with the thin strap of my dress.

He could snap it with just a flick, but I was glad he didn't. I felt his fingers slip under my body, struggling to find the zip. I arched my back to help him and I felt him finally find it.

"You're killing me," I heard him whisper.

Well, you're killing me.

I slipped my hands down his chest, fiddling with the buttons till I had enough off. Even in the moon light, he was perfection. The perfect balance of muscle, skin and fat, well obviously he needed skin, I thought. 

I felt him stiffen as I ran my hand back up his chest and onto his shoulders, and my eyes met his. 

Another pause, but this time Sterling made the move when I made no move to escape. His fingers toyed with the straps of my dress, before they finally slipped down and I felt his lips back on mine. 

I didn't taste the whiskey anymore, all I tasted was the taste of Sterling, a distinctive taste that was hard to describe. I felt his fingers move the straps and dress, lower and lower till all I felt was skin on skin, hot and sweaty.

"I stink,"

Great one Aedan, just what you need to say. But I really needed a shower, it was Sterling's fault. Every touch, every kiss, make my body feel like it was on fire and I was sweating the heat away.

"You smell great."

That was a lie, and I knew it. Unlike Sterling who smelled like musky cologne, I smelled like genuine sweat since the deodorant stopped working hours ago.