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𝐅 𝐎 𝐑 𝐓 𝐘 ~ 𝐓 𝐖 𝐎 ☆

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♛ A T L A S ♛

Stella's lips were warm like the sun but felt soft like the clouds against my own lips. I don't think I would ever stop kissing her. The feeling of it, the taste of it, her lingering touch on my skin. I was fucking addicted to it. So much was going on. It felt like multiple waves crashing and trying to reach the shore all at the same time.

My mind was everywhere, my thoughts were scattered around. I don't know how to even think rationally when she's around me. And now I feel like shit because I should've asked her if I could kiss her before I kissed her. But this was just an "in the moment" kinda thing.

I shouldn't be doing this. It's gonna complicate everything.

For some reason I didn't fucking care.

Her lips tasted sweet. Like the taste of the fresh strawberries she just had with a strong hint of the whipped cream that seemed to be all over her lips. This is wrong and I know I shouldn't be doing this, but why does it feel so right? I hate her I shouldn't feel excited about a kiss.

I couldn't get enough of her. The sweet taste of her lips. Her alluring magnetic aura. She smelled of citrus, like oranges freshly squeezed for a luscious breakfast and hibiscus newly picked from a flower bed, but not too much that it was overpowering.

My thumb traces over her many sleeve tattoos and some part of me wants to drag my tongue along each one and kiss them in the process.

I try to hold back the groan that I feel attempting to crawl out from my throat as she kisses me back with the same intensity. Her soft hands trace my biceps and linger on each curve and edge of my tattoos. She's driving me insane.

In that moment I decided that if kissing her was bad, like some sort of sin or a damned curse, I wouldn't mind sinning again and again until I become the devil himself. I grab onto the loop of her jean shorts and bring her even closer to me, letting out a low groan as I feel the warmth of her and the feel of her breasts firmly pressed against my chest.

I bring my hand to cup her cheeks and use the other one to slip into her shirt, drawing imaginary circles on her lower stomach with my fingers. She moans into the kiss and her hands wrap around my neck as she goes deeper into the kiss. I take that as a chance to slip my tongue in as she continues to attempt to gain control of the kiss.

Stella's hands tug at the button of my jeans as she tries to open them and just as my hands start to tangle into the strands of her hair she pulls away and takes a few steps away as if I was a kettle that had just burned her. Her breathing is ragged and out of control- matching mine- as she brushes a single hand through her hair.

I try to stop my abrupt panting and lick my lips as I also find myself running a hand through my hair, "I'm sorry, I shouldn't have kissed you, I should've asked you first. And there was uhh...some whipped cream left on your lips." I didn't expect my voice to come out as hoarse as it did.

That was a shit excuse, but it was the truth. Kinda. I thought it'd be nice to kiss it off her lips and then I ended up enjoying it. "I didn't want you walking around with people thinking someone left their kids around your mouth. And uh- okay I'm gonna stop talking now." For some reason I felt the need to further extend my response. My palms were sweaty and my face felt like it was heating up for whatever reason.

Okay maybe I shouldn't have said all of that.

I could feel the heat rise to my cheeks and I'm pretty sure she can see how heavily I was blushing. I don't know if it was because of the way her sun-like eyes searched and analyzed my face and trailed down my body or the events that occurred moments before.