Tealsville Seas

black licorice

Naomi Jones

Being trapped between a mattress and a muscular body could be either the most exciting or terrifying thing to happen to me in my life.

Besides being kidnapped by the same thing that had me stuck under it.

It..he...them?

Pronouns aside, there were bigger fish to fry at the moment.

That fish was leaning over me and studying me with eyes as dark as the skin on my backside.

Those eyes swam with an expression that I'd never seen the prince have before & my heart beat began to speed up substantially.

His lips tilted upward as if he could hear every pounding rhythm that it made.

I opened my mouth to try and tell him off yet nothing but short puffs of air escaped me.

Instead of focusing on my eyes, his gaze fell to my lips and I felt my resolve slowly start to melt away.

Slowly, he took the hand that was laying flat beside my head and brung it up to my lips.

He grazed over them gently and I could have sworn I felt his breathing pick up. I know for sure that I felt sparks, just like the ones I felt when our fingers touched that day at the park.

Those sparks danced over my lips, and my body lit aflame due to the dark look in his eyes..the sudden tension that bloomed between us.

I was frozen.

Silence washed over the room once again and just as I was about to recover from the effect that he had on me- he did something even more sensual.

The hand that had once been caressing my lips had traveled lower and was now hovering over my chest.

I felt my nipples harden and press against the fabric of the sweatshirt that I wore, seemingly calling out to him..no that's not right, begging for him.

Slowly, he dipped his fingers between the curve of my breast but immediately trailed them back upwards- pressing against my chest and feeling the beat of my heart instead of fondling me or taking it further.

Disappointment stung at me but the feeling of lust snaked around my frame almost instantly.

In any normal instance, I would have been freaked out that someone was touching me without my consent. But for a reason unbeknownst to me, my body buzzed and ached for any form of skin to skin contact with the figure above me.

I felt my underwear growing damp once again and I clenched my legs together in response.

At least I tried to.

His knee was settled between my thighs and when I tried closing them, I ended up pushing it closer to the area I was trying so hard to keep under control.

It was right there, so close to the area that needed his attention the most but he didn't move his knee closer.

Instead he screwed his eyes shut and dipped his head into the crook of my neck, breathing in deeply.

It was almost as if he was trying to control himself.

His mouth was so close to the sensitive skin on the base of my neck and each labored breathe he took fanned against me, causing me to close my eyes and expose it a little more.

A dark and sensual whisper of foreign words escaped from him and my eyes widened at the voice.

I didn't understand what the hell he said, but I did know that I wanted him to say it again. Honestly, the language through me for a loop.