Just a stupid boy

Don't shush me

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His fingers brush through my hair as I listen to his heart beat from his chest, a smile on my face with each breath he takes, he giggles when I draw another shape on his chest. I look up. My eyes meet his, and instantly a smile begins to slip past my lips, my flesh burning at the feeling I get when he does the same. He slips his finger beneath my jaw and lifts my head up, our lips just grazing against each other. Our eyes are only on eachother. Everything inside of me feels calmed, and at peace. He stares at me a little longer, and I do the same. Then the irritatingly perfect boy speaks. "You have very beautiful eyes".  His finger still remains where it was, but his lips move close enough to touch mine. A small hum of approval escapes me. Almost instantly, his finger moves from underneath my chin, and his hand pulls me closer from my neck. He only lightly squeezes.

I place myself on his lap. His lips are still attached to mine, while his hand comes off my neck and to my lower back, and my hair mostly behind me, but a tiny piece sits in the middle of my face.  I remove my lips from his, and I can see this disappointment in his eyes. All I can do is smile at this, as I blow the hair out of the way to quickly return to his, now swollen lips. Both of us hummed quietly at the feeling. My hands go on his shoulders, and my hips move lower.

He breaks the kiss, and looks down at where I now sit. Only looking back up with the most seductive grin. I just stare into his eyes, and give him one of my own. Slowly, I move my hips in circular motions, biting my lower lip at the feeling of him beneath me, and the look he's giving me. My eyes do not leave his, and his don't leave mine. I move faster, and my eyes almost shut on their own, but I am quick to open them. His hand moves from my back, and to my ass. I bite my lip hard enough to draw blood, trying to avoid making any embarrassing noises.

This only Spurs him on. And before I can even blink, he's grabbing me by my neck and flipping us over.

"Vinnie!"

I yell out. Both of us giggling. His hand is now planted beside my head, and his other moves up. He holds the side of my face, I move into his hand more, planting my hand on his. And then his thumb goes to brush my lower lip. My other hand goes up to grab his throat lightly and smile at him while I do so. Though, his eyes are focused on my lips. I decide that I want his eyes on mine so I lock my legs around his waist  pushing him closer to me. His eyes are now on mine, as I hoped. But to my disappointment his thumb moved from my lip, so his hand could become support at the unexpected action.

"Your really pretty when your beneath me"

I smirk at him, almost like what I'm about to say next doesn't need words.

"Yeah? Well I look even better when I'm on top" my hand, that had been planted lightly around his throat, tightens.

He hums in approval, tilting his head back with a roll of his eyes, and then when his eyes meet mine again he speaks once more.

"Maybe. But you'll look irresistible when your on your knees"

His voice is silky, and smooth. But seductive in its own little innocent way. "In your dreams" I sit myself up to place a small kiss on his lips. My hand, not moving slightly, and it's grip is the same around his throat.

"No, in yours" he says as I remove my lips from his.

Then, everything blurs, and transforms into a bright light. I blink a few times to see if this light is really there, or if I have completely lost my mind. But then I see my surroundings. I realize quickly it's the sun.

"Fuck" I yawn. Sitting myself up. I throw the covers over me, standing myself up. I almost fell over. I walk over to the washroom and stare at myself in the mirror for a few seconds. My eyes have bags beneath them, my hairs in a bun that barely survived the night, and my lips are swollen. I slept well.