Rocket | H.S

seventeen

( i wanna be yours, 2 )

We have sex like Lana Del Rey songs. 

Whenever I listen to one of her songs, my body feels electrified and my soul feels mushy and runny. I feel a certain spark light between my bones and blood, muscles relaxing like someone just shot heroin into my system. 

I feel love whenever I touch his skin, I feel cared for and I feel protected. Millions of hugs come in the package too, along with kisses and back scratches - the type your grandma gives and nothing is better. 

"Hello handsome." I smile, stripping off my shirt to join him amongst the steam of the shower.

Coincidentally, I was still wearing my bikinis underneath, so I took off my shorts and joined him with them on.

"Well, hello to you my beautiful." He gasps, like it's the first time all over again.

I could've never imagined doing this with any other boyfriend, but from day one he was telling me how beautiful I was. It really sticks in your head. He makes me feel like the most precious person in his life.

As I enter the whole room that contains two shower heads, I don't go anywhere but to his arms, caressing me inside with my head straight to his chest. I look up at him, chin resting right about where his sternum is. He has noticed my body has changed slightly after joining the Olympic team, he has done nothing but genuinely complimented me, even if all the focus was on my thighs particularly.

I'm such a whore for praise.

"You're so gorgeous..." He hums, while untying the back of my bikini strap. "So, you won't be needing this."

While his fingertips trace down the side of my torso, I rip off the rest of my bikini top, chucking it over my head and to the side. His hand stops where the other two loops are, keeping up my bikini bottoms. With just one simple tug, they fall to a pile around my ankles.

His hands snake around to my ass, his face digging into my collarbone, kissing it lightly but adding a touch of teeth along the way. With every little squeeze his hands make and every little kiss inching closer to my neck, I instantly fall a little bit more crazy for him, right now and right here.

My hands snake around his neck instead of dangling by my side. I pulled him in closer, like it was even possible to do so. In urgency, I take steps back, not letting him move further away from me. My back slams against the cold tiles but it's only that little bit more stimulating.

I grip my fingers in his hair, pulling his head back to look at his eager, hungry eyes. With his mouth open and panting I smirk a little, lifting up my left leg over his hips. His hands move fast to hold onto both of the back of my thighs and lift me up with ease.

Our bodies come closer again and the kisses move to my lips, eyes shutting and nothing but love. My lips move across to his cheek, kissing him all over and still managing to catch a fading scent on him. Along with the scent he naturally carries, it was my favourite thing to focus on when kissing him.

Moving around to his ear, planting gentle kisses all around, I start moving down his neck. His head falls backward, accepting my presence.

His hands are everywhere, they can't stay still, nor do they know what's best. They come up to my breasts, to the sides of my waist and to the bottom of my spine but he just couldn't leave them there for more than ten seconds. I grab his wrist, placing it at my cheek to slow things down for a moment.

I looked at him in the eye, the sound of the running water hitting tiles was an added bonus. No light was on, just the lit candle he put effort into when I was checking up on our daughter.