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Her body tensed under my touch, slight shivers taking hold of her body. Touching her like that was something I wanted to do for a bloody long time. To pull her to my embrace, to close the distance between us.. to take hold of her lips.
I couldn't bear her crying like that.. moreover since she was crying because of me. Yes, my plan was to wait and strengthen the friendship before I would try to pursue her. However today, at this very moment, I knew that waiting would most likely hurt our relationship even more.
I wanted to hold her close, to tell he she has nothing to worry about, that she's the one I have on my mind all the time, that I want her to be mine.
"You will have to believe me, after I do this."
I pulled her closer and found her lips with mine. Her breath hitched, her body melting into me, sending fires throughout my skin. Her hands found my hair, gently caressing them, pulling me closer.
I pinned her against the stone pillar behind her back, leaning in even more, my leg slipped between hers, lightly pressing against her. She tensed at the sudden intimate touch, a soft moan escaped her lips.
Fuck.
My blood was boiling.
I deepened the kiss and she let me in. Our tongues tasting each other, teasing our willpower. The taste of whiskey lingered on her lips, making my mind go wild. My desire tried to take hold of my actions, but I had to resist. I didn't want to press too much for the first time.
My lips parted from hers, giving us some breathing room. Our foreheads stayed touching, both of us breathing frantically.
"Do you believe me now?" I asked, trying to catch my breath, my voice deep and raspy.
She chuckled - breathlessly - her hands, playing with my hair. "I don't know - perhaps you should try again."
"Don't tempt me." My breath felt heavier after her proposition. "I might not be able to control myself like that."
"Then don't." She whispered, her knee brushing against my crotch. She knew damn well what she was doing, as I heard her giggle, when my breath hitched due to her touch.
She was devious.
"Amali-" my voice cracked from the tension that was building up in my body. "As much as I would love to make you mine right now, we need to think rationally. We both had alcohol, our boundaries are way off - I don't want to rush into something you would later regret doing."
The amount of self control this needed was painful to me. However we both needed to be sober for such delicate and intimate things.
"I know." She whispered, a quiet sigh escaping her. "I just don't want you to go. I don't want to lose your warmth."
"I am not going anywhere. I will stay as long as you want." I found her lips again, reassuring her with a kiss. My hands traveled from her waist to her behind as I lifted her up. She wrapped her legs around me, while I trailed us back to the sofa, gently laying her down.
I wanted to lay beside her, do things slowly and safely. I really wanted to, but she pulled me on top of her, her legs still around my waist.
She was tempting me way too much and she knew it.
My breathing went irregular, as our lips parted and I fully took sight of the woman below me. She was even more beautiful from this perspective. I would bet all my galleons, I could see her radiating a soft shine, like the sun rising in the morning.
I leaned in again, the thrill surging down my body, making my pants tight. She had to feel it too, as she gasped with excitement, when I pressed against her lower abdomen.
"Sebastian.." she whispered breathlessly. Question lingering in the way she said my name.
She pulled my head closer and reconnected our lips and lifted her hips against mine. I gave into the temptation and pressed. The quick realization we felt each other left us both panting between our lips. I swung against her once more, making her quietly moan.
"God, Amali-" I couldn't catch my breath. "What did I say a moment ago? Do you want me to lose all self control?"
She shivered, slight embarrassment scurried through her face. Leaving me without an answer - she rubbed against me again. I felt like I could explode. Those few layers of fabric weren't enough for me to fully control my desire.
I moved my kisses to her neck, wanting to make her feel the same burning temptation, as I did. She arched her body against mine, soft moans escaping her lips. I pressed against her again, feeling the tension building inside her body.
For a moment, I asked myself, if it wasn't too soon to do this. But that was only for a split second, until she drew my lips back to hers, her body meeting my movements with the same passion.
Her hands dug into my shoulders, as her breaths became louder. There was no way I wasn't going to finish this now. My free hand wandered over her body, trying to find the hem around her waist. My fingers slipped under the shirt, traveling over her bare skin finding their way to her breast. She pushed her chest against my touch, making it easier for me to tease her even more. Her moans became louder, sending my mind into ecstasy over how vocal she was in her pleasure. Hearing she was coming close, I pressed more with my movements, helping her over the threshold.
I muffled her cry with a kiss, as she frantically tilted her head back, reaching her peak.
Looking at the sight below me, I painted that picture into my memory. She was so unbelievably beautiful, breathless, her hair messy, deep blush over her cheeks. Her eyes closed, relishing in that feeling of release.
And in that moment I just knew - I was completely in love with this girl.
That night, we let ourselves drift into sleep, our bodies intertwined. Having her in my arms, being enveloped by her smell, feeling her warmth - my usual nightmares stayed away, as if that light of hers protected me from any harm.
That night I swore to myself, I will never lose her again, no matter the cost.
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So - I still feel kind of nervous writing smut, hence I hope I didn't make anyone uncomfortable with my pacing and choice of words. I hope it was readable :D
More cute chapters coming soon.
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