Cherry || b.barnes

45 || Diamond

»Just... before I start,« I begin, my right index finger still twisting his dogtags and my left hand back on his cheek. For a second, I hold on just to be mesmerized by glowing blue eyes, let them lure me in and trap me in hopes they'd lose the key. »If anything that I do is... is too much, that you can't handle it or don't want it, don't be afraid to tell me, okay? In general, I mean. Not only now, but always.«

The corner of his lips twitch upwards when James's hands find their way back around my back, the wounds luckily already completely healed. And even if they weren't, I wouldn't really care. »Always« he vows into the darkness, shortly before I feel his gentle lips press against my forehead. 

Biting my lower lip, I then pull him down on the chain around his neck, bringing his mouth to the same level as mine. »Then be a good boy and enjoy« I grin somewhat shyly, before pressing a tender kiss onto his rosy, plump lips that I'll probably never get enough from.

At least, he kiss starts off as tender. A little slower in the beginning, I feel myself falling more and more for him with each second that we touch. And it's like there are no boundaries anymore this time; nothing that I hide, nothing that he does. I can let myself drown in his existence without holding back, and so does he with me. He knows who I am now, what I've done, was willing to do. I know what he did. But it all doesn't matter. In the game of destiny and love, love always wins. Destiny must bend in one or the other way.

It's not long until I find his tongue back dancing tango with mine, my wrists crossed behind his neck and pulling him farther down into my direction. I always knew that he deserved so much more than what he's been through to this day, and now that he actually lets me show him how much he's worth, needs me to show him that, I'm more than willing to do so.

We're in sync again, like it has never been any different. Like it was meant to be this way and none other. Hearts pounding in our chests against one another in the same rhythm, it's like they desperately want to fight their way out of our bodies and combine into one. The strength of his turns me on, admittedly, as does the way he moves against me, the way I leave him breathless now and then. I feel his lips swell over time, hear his whimpers when I gently bite down on his lower lip and tug at it a little. His hands roam over my body continuously like warm and cold liquor; over my back, down to my ass, back up beneath my shirt and up to my breasts, still uncovered. However, he has trouble though, my oversized shirt not really stretchy, and more than once do I have to hold him back from taking it off of me. This first part is meant to be about him and no one else.

But he doesn't urge me to do anything. Leaves me my time with his lips although his erection is clearly pressing against the lower regions of my stomach, his hips then and now pressing his hardened cock against me. I'm getting weak knees each time, the only thing holding me back from collapsing in cause of the amount of feelings rippling through me, of butterflies swinging their wings inside me and tickling me, of the prickling excitement are his arms which close around my back still. 

Leaving his lips, I travel a path along his stubbled chin and sharp jawline that surely would make Greek sculptors cry. Going for payback, it doesn't trouble me long to find his sensitive spots, cherishing each one of them like it'd be the last time I had the chance to and me myself making sure to gift him with one or the other mark. Head against the doorframe behind him, he exposes his neck fully for me, chest heaving with his troubled breathing. 

Getting off his shirt is a short process, and I carelessly throw it through the room, ignorant of where it would end up. I don't deny myself the opportunity to memorize him for a second, his flawless skin pale beneath the dim, dark light pouring in from the closed windows. Like perfect porcelain, shaved neatly and feeling like the inside of a rose against my fingertips. The pink scars around his left arm aren't any more or less attractive, just remind me of how much he's been through and that he's still alive, still trying to be good.
I will never get over his toned abs, this lean body that I'd love even if his muscles said goodbye from one day to the other. Although this is a bonus I'm glad for.