Her book 2

11: Her First

(Song: Wild Ones by Bahari.)
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I woke up that morning wrapped in warm arms. I was to lazy to get up, so I snuggled closer. I felt myself dozing off again. A loud snore blared in my ear. Startled, I jumped up and came crashing down on the floor. A small bruise was beginning to form on my right knee.

I used the bed to help me up, almost slipping on my rug in the process. Aramis was still knocked out. He was sprawled across my king size bed. No wonder I had had fallen out. "Bed hogger." I grumbled.

He looked so peaceful sleeping. My eyes lingered on his lips. A small tug in my gut urged me forward. I wanted to fùck him so badly.

I quickly shoo those thoughts away. I needed a distraction to keep my mind off him.

I snatched a round pillow off my bed and smacked it across his head.

He jolted out of his sleep.
"Stay away from her!" He screamed. His tattoo was doing that weird glowing thing and his sword popped in his hands.

"Whoa, calm down!" I said while backing away from him.

Note to self: never wake up Aramis when he's sleeping. He might just slash me to bits if I do.

He quickly looked at me. Slowly he took in his surroundings. I became self cautious of my room.

Was it too messy?
Too neat?
Was it not girly enough?

My room has changed a lot since I was a kid. As soon as I turned 12, I got rid of that awful, baby pink color and princesse theme. Now my walls were a light grey color. A bit of Aqua blue and powdery orange pillows filled my king size bed. Black and white paintings of the Eiffel Tower hung on some of my walls. I kept the galaxy ceiling. A few, neon lava lamps lite up the dark corners of my room. A white, grand bookshelf, took up one corner of my room. It was filled with a lot of classics. From Enders Game, Call of the wild, To kill a Mockingbird, all the way to Frankenstein. I read at a difficult level as a child. To Kill a Mockingbird is still one of my favorites.

"How did I get here?" He asked. He brushes his wild, long, brown hair behind his ear. His puppy dog, brown eyes still looked sleepy. He looked so adorable. Only making me want to pounce on him even more. My legs shock a little under me. I quickly steady myself.

"I brought you to my home. We're safe now." I said in a surprisingly calm voice.

He let out a breath of relief.

I couldn't help but steal a glance at the rippling muscles in his arms. His hair was begging to be pulled on, with a side of rough sèx. My temperature escalated quickly. I could slowly feel myself getting wetter by the second. The more I tried to push my dirty thoughts away. The worse they became.

To have him buried deep inside of me. Have me scream his name tell I loose my voice.

Stop it!

Having his mouth exploring every part of my body. Clutching my legs tightly around him.
To have never ending, mind blowing--

A knock at the door stops my thoughts.

"Who is it?" I squeak in an embarrassed voice.
I could feel my face turn bright red.

"It's me." my moms voice says from the other side of the door. "Can I come in?"

"Uh-sure." I squeak again. I clear my throat. Trying to help give it more bass.

Aramis was suddenly beside me. I hadn't realized he had moved.