"Wait," Jelissa gasped, not expecting his touch on her waist.
"No," Silas muttered into her neck, "no more waiting. Please don't make me wait anymore."
"I just don't know if we can," she trailed off, looking away.
"If we can what, baby?" he asked, tracing figure eights on her side, his other hand propping himself on top of her, careful to not put all of his weight on her chest.
She loved when he called her that.
She pursed her lips together as he started kissing her neck again, moving down as far as her shirt would let him. He then slid his body down hers, lifting her shirt with his teeth. Jelissa arched her back so the shirt would glide up her body as Silas secured it out of the way with his hand.
"We can't," Jelissa started, not making any attempt to stop Silas.
"Oh yes we can," he replied, planting kisses down her stomach.
"Please," she whispered, unsure herself if she was asking him to stop or continue.
"Unless, of course," Silas said, sitting up on his knees, "you really don't want to."
"No, I," Jelissa stopped herself.
Silas shrugged and moved away a bit, putting his head down to hide his smirking face. Jelissa scrambled forwards, wrapping her arms around the boy's neck and sitting herself on his lap.
He picked his head up, looking her in the eyes and glancing briefly at her soft lips. He smiled as he moved in to kiss her but stopped as their lips just barely brushed past each other's. Jelissa huffed at him, going in for the kiss despite his efforts to tease her like that. Silas moved his face back and away from hers, smirking at her pouty face.
"Silas, please," she whimpered, putting her hands up the back of his neck and into his hair. She knew how much he loved that.
"Oh alright," he said, convinced at such a simple and innocent touch.
Silas leaned in slowly, observing the desperate look in Jelissa's eyes. His lips made contact with hers and he breathed in, never tiring of how amazing it felt to kiss her. They both opened their mouths in sync after a couple seconds, breathing out in bliss before reconnecting again.
Entranced in the kiss, Silas returned the touch, running his fingers through Jelissa's hair. As the kiss became more passionate, he clenched his fist a bit, pulling her hair. A small sound escaped past her lips and into his, causing Silas to pull away in surprise. Jelissa immediately buried her face in his neck to hide her embarrassment.
"What was that?" Silas asked, teasingly.
"Shut up," Jelissa shot back.
"Excuse me?" He replied, grabbing a fistful of her hair and pulling her head back to make her face him.
She gasped out another surprised moan, covering her mouth with her hand, bright red now.
"Wow," he said, looking at her lustfully.
"Shut," she started, cut off by another tug from Silas.
"Hm? What was that?" he asked sarcastically, knowing exactly what he was doing.
"I hate you," she snapped quietly.
"Yeah? How much?" Silas said, looking her up and down.
"A lot," Jelissa replied, crossing her arms, hiding her upper body.
"Excuse me," he said, grabbing her wrists and pinning her down, "I was looking at that."
Jelissa fought a little, trying to free her arms. Silas pressed himself against her, making her realize that he was in between her legs now. She winced, not expecting the sudden contact.
To Be Continued...
