This Is Me Famous

Chapter 8

Can I join you for a late night movie?" I heard Hayden say from the doorway of my room. I peeked out from my covers and smiled. He slipped in, closing the door behind him. "I can't believe I have to sneak around my own house to have some alone time with my girlfriend." 

I welcomed him to my bed with open arms and a light kiss. Inside, I felt my soul jump at his words. 

"You haven't called me that before." I whispered, pressing myself against him. 

"What?" He asked, kissing me back. He wrapped his arms around me tightly. 

"Your girlfriend." I smiled. 

"Well, there hasn't been much opportunity to." He chuckled. "Now, about that movie?" 

"Artificial Intelligence is on Pay-Per-View." I suggested reaching behind me to grab the remote from my night stand. 

"Hmmm, a tear-jerking movie about robots." He said against my ear. 

"It could just be background noise and an alibi." I giggled. 

"Perfect." 

Halfway through the movie, I had no idea what was going on. I was too wrapped up in Hayden to even care about what was on the TV. At some point, our shirts had come off, and our now bare chests were pressed together as our kisses became deeper and more heated. 

His weight on me was comfortable, like he was exactly where he belonged. I arched my hips into his as I clung to him. Our breath mingled together with every gasp and sigh. My hands skimmed across his bare back as he trailed kisses across my collarbone. My body craved more. 

"I love you, Aria." He whispered, looking down at me. I smiled and kissed him. 

"I love you, too." I gasped as his hand dipped between my legs. "Ahh." 

"Do you want more?" He asked. I nodded as his fingers slipped past my panties. 

"Please." I begged. 

He slid down my body, kissing his way to my throbbing center. He tugged my shorts and panties over my hips, replacing them with his lips. His tongue teased the folds, sending chills of pleasure through my body. I gripped the sheet beneath me as he slipped his tongue inside. 

"Oh, god." I moaned. How could this feel so good? The world was spinning as he pressed his lips to mine again, the taste of me filling my mouth. "Please, don't stop." 

"Do you have condoms in here?" He whispered. I pointed to the nightstand with a nod. I heard the drawer open and then he was kneeling over me. 

I reached up and tugged on the waistband of his boxers, pulling them down over his erection. He sprang free, large and throbbing. I watched as he slid the condom over himself, then with open arms, welcomed him into me. 

He filled me quickly, then started a tantalizing, building rhythm. He was gentle with his kisses and touches, but his thrusts into me were demanding. He set my skin on fire as he caressed every inch of skin he could reach.

Was this the difference between sex and love? The more he moved within me, the more I wanted him. My hips met him thrust for thrust as I wished our bodies could melt together. My head spun as I felt myself climb higher and higher to some unknown goal. I gasped and moaned as I demanded more of him. 

Finally, I boke. I cried out into his shoulder as I felt my insides explode. He kept going, close to his own release. I went limp under him as he gave his final thrust. He rolled off of me and disposed of the condom, then collected me in his arms. 

"That was amazing." I said, trying to catch my breath. I snuggled into him, his skin damp with sweat. I didn't care. He replied, but I didn't catch what he said, I was too busy thinking about how alive my body felt.