was it ever real?

33. practically begging ♡

we're into an intimate kiss. a kiss where we're touching each other all over. a kiss where our bodies curve into each other. a kiss that discontinues so we can move to the bedroom.

closing the backdoor and locking it carefully, vinnie leads the way to his room. "we can't be loud," his index finger is narrowly pushed against his lips that quirk up with a gentle smile.

i nod, entangling my fingers with his and following him into his room until the door is closed shut.

i'm surprised nano hasn't come down yet. if he's sleeping, then that means the others probably are, right?

when the knob is twisted to lock, our lips merge again, much harsher this time. from against the door, to the cold comforter on the bed. he takes one of the pillows and adjusted it behind the bed rest. his soft lips slightly part, allowing my tongue to slip inside. his warm gentle hands feel along the skin under my clothes.

his hand carefully slides up my shirt, feeling slowly along the sensitive area of my breasts. gently parting my legs around his torso and locking him in, his rosy lips made from shea butter softly caress the skin on my neck, fondling me from the faded press. slowly but lightly, in between our hips, he grinds together the pleasurable friction between our crotches. his boner is present and bold, notifying us that he's ready to come out.

slow shaky moans and groans escape our lips as we quickly feel along each other's bodies. after my pants are subtracted, vinnie's hands hover over the cloth and hem of my plain, white oversized tee before actually attempting to take it off.

"w-wait.." i hesitate.

he halts and releases the fabric of my shirt, still hovering over me but with a concerned gaze. "i'm sorry, are we moving too fast?" his eyebrows curve upward.

"no, no..it's not that." my fingers slide through his soft hair to assure him that he's done nothing wrong. "i feel more comfortable with my shirt on..."

"is it okay if i ask why?"

"because...i'm just a little...insecure about my boobs. you can still touch them, i just feel better with my shirt on." i bashfully look away, embarrassed to have said that out loud.

"insecure why?" his head tilts.

thunder rumbles.

"they just don't seem perky enough so i'd rather not have them out.." i say in a low tone still avoiding his eye contact.

"remember when i told you i would remind you how beautiful you are, every single day?" he tilts my jawline upward so i can face and examine him in the eyes as he looms above me. i nod. "tell me every place you're insecure and i'll kiss it for you."

just like that, my stomach twitches and my breath shortens...is he serious??

without hesitating any further, my body eases and I approve of him taking control. "...my breasts." i shyly point at them.

he nods and eases his way back into that intense energy again. softly kissing my palms, next to my lips, then moving to my neck, and lastly on my humble breasts. still keeping it on, he lifts my shirt to reveal my breasts.

the tip of his damp tongue licks around the base of my erect nipples. "vinnie," his name gradually runs from the cage of lust trapped within my lips.

"my stomach," i mumble next.

and that's his next destination.

vinnie's smooth lips kiss from my tender breasts to the skin above my belly button. still, his fingers from his left-hand fiddle with my nipples, gently flicking them. the other hand is tangled between my green waist beads, holding my waists in position. already, under the influence of his lust and attention, my insecurities almost vanish.