Melting Ice

Chapter 62

I stand in the shower, letting all the glitter and makeup run off my body and face, even in my hair. The waters warm, not scorching however. It feels like the perfect temperature, just like this has been the perfect day. Cato is still out, sorting out hotel rooms for everyone tonight. Everyone insists that we are alone tonight and I think I know what that means...
I silently curse myself when I realise that I didn't bring any clothes in with me, not even a towel! Luckily, I spot one of Cato's hoodies sprawled out on a chair. Quickly, I slip it over my head and pull my hair out from underneath so it hangs loosely down.
I open the door to our big bedroom, saved for tonight, and see Cato standing there, pouring something into two glasses.
"Hey", I say, shutting the door behind me.
"Hey Clove Hadley", he notices that I'm wearing his hoodie, "Stealing my style already?".
I laugh softly, "You can't have it back, it's all I have".
"So...you have nothing on underneath?", Cato raises his eyebrow.
"Nothing", I say quietly, looking down. Cato laughs and pull me close, his breath tickling my neck. Without warning, his hands run up and down my back, not surprising spending more time on the lower half.
"I will be back", he says then disappears out of the door.
He comes back just in boxers and with a wide grin. He doesn't speak, neither do I. We ferociously kiss, our tongues exploring each other's mouth madly. Cato moans and starts pulling up the hoodie, right over my head. As subtlety as I can, i tug on his boxers until we are bare. I feel him pull me onto the bed, pushing me down, and begins kissing every inch of my body and face. His takes his time on my neck and breasts. After all, he is a boy. I moans softly as he nibbles on my neck. Then, he kisses me again, pulling me up so we are sitting. I've wrapped my legs around his waist. I feel him smile as we kiss. It's all so wonderful. Then, it gets better. We lie down, me on top and kissing him. He's inside of me and I can't help but moan, having to bite my lip slightly. It feels as if I'm part of a wonderful dream and I never want to wake up because it feels so good. If it was 11:11, my wish would be for this to never stop. This perfect feeling with the perfect boy. My husband.

I know this chapter is very short but that's because the story wouldn't flow properly...you'll understand when I update the next chapter