Last Summer ✔

Sea of positivity: 18 SNL

"So needy..."

"I'm not needy." His scowl was meant to be threatening, but she kept her small knowing smile.

"Yeah?" She asked in a whisper, her small hand tracing his waistband from above him.

The way her kisses left his skin shivering made him believe for a second that maybe he was needy after all. Maybe he did need to hear her tell him that it was alright to groan the way he did.

His hands naturally gripped her waist, trailing to her full bottom.

Her movements ceased, "Don't touch me." Her tone was serious, he almost chuckled at her try.

"Yes ma'am." He smirked and raised his hands in surrender, only to have them fly to her waist again as she slid her hand inside his shorts.

"Do not..." she bit his earlobe, causing him to hiss.

"It's a little hard, Princess."

It was her turn to smirk, "No shit, Sherlock."

He followed her instructions, resting his hands next to his head. His palms were hurting from how hard his nails were digging them.

Her open mouth kisses were torture, her little massage of his long and hard length causing his knees to buckle whenever she touched the tip.

He did not care to contain his pleasure. His groans were first rugged, then calm and relaxed.

He was enjoying the tease.

"Take these off for me." She whispered into his ear, tugging at the shorts.

His hands wasted to time pulling the material off and throwing is somewhere away from them. He took that opportunity to push her backwards and lay above her.

"Daniel!"

"Yes my love..." he sunk his teeth above her collar bone, earning a loud unexpected moan.

His one hand balancing his weight, another taking both her wrists between his fingers and pinning them above her head.

"Don't touch me." He bit through her shirt, her round left breast.

"Daniel..." It was less authoritative, her tone. More timid.

"Yes my love." He put his weight on his knees and used his hand to touch whatever piece of her he could.

His hand was cold and rough, she arched into the intoxicating touch.

This was why she didn't want him to touch her. She would never win against that feeling.

"Baby..." she all but moaned as his tongue left a warm trail to behind her ear.

"Mhm..." he responded, working to remove her shirt.

But he acted too soon, letting go of her hands. Her senses returned in that split second. She sat up straight, then on her knees as he was.

"No! Not fair! I-" her words were swallowed by his demanding kiss.

He was acting barbaric, she liked it.

He groaned into her mouth, finishing the task he wanted to do.

Now they were both naked.

He pulled away, then roughly took her neck into his soft grip. "I fucking love you. You understand that?"

Her mind was foggy, eyes half open from the amount of lust running through her veins.

"I do." She said, biting her lip from the little embarrassment she felt for being put on the spotlight like that.