Barely Breathing | Book Three/Season Three A

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chapter 09

I watch him intently as I kick my shoes off, allowing them to land on the floor with a thud.

Stiles removes his while he's still standing and I scoot back on the bed, positioning myself so that I'm leaning on the headboard, waiting for him to get in the bed.

He slowly, leans down, crawling towards me. I open my legs, giving him room in between them which he happily takes.

He grinds into me as he lets our clothed bodies collide, his lips meeting mine hungrily. I quickly kiss him back, wrapping my arms around his neck as he continues to push himself against me.

When his lower body movements slow down, I thrust my hips forwards, trying to create more friction, but instead he reaches down, holding me in place.

I grow confused until he begins kissing down my cheek and to my neck, sucking and biting every now and then.

"Stiles." I moan, causing him to come and place another kiss to my lips.

Then, he goes lower, kissing his way down my chest. I watch as he stops, looking up at me with questioning eyes.

"Can I...?" He asks as he moves his hands along the hem of my sweater. I nod my head to which he shakes his. "I need to hear you."

"Yes." I answer, feeling controlled by him, which I never thought I'd like, but in these circumstances, I've never been more turned on.

He immediately pulls my shirt off after the word escapes my mouth, leaving me in my black, lace bra.

He throws the sweater off of the bed, neither of us paying attention to where it lands. I look down to see him staring up at me hungrily, his hands resting on my thighs.

He begins placing delicate kisses to my stomach, all the way up to my breasts. I feel my heartbeat quicken as he reaches his hands under my upper back.

I sit up slightly, allowing him more room to undo the clasps of my bra. After he does so, he looks back up at me to make sure I'm still okay.

"Keep going." I plead, not being able to take my eyes off of him.

He leans forwards and kisses me one long time before removing my bra and placing all of his attention on my breasts.

He glances up at me once before taking my right breast into his mouth, swirling his tongue around my nipple, causing me to let out a quiet moan at the overwhelming sensations going through my body.

I throw my head back as he does the same to my left side and then returns to my mouth, our kisses getting sloppier the hungrier we get for each other.

I take his lip in mouth, biting it and allowing my tongue entrance into his mouth. After a little bit of a fight from him, I gain control of the kiss.

Our tongues swirl together in a fight for dominance as I run my hands down his stomach, tugging on the bottom of his shirt.

He breaks away from the kiss, pulling his shirt over his head, and I admire his faint abs and his happy trail that leads underneath his waistband.

He leans back down, but rather than meeting my lips, he goes lower. I draw in a sharp breath as he begins to kiss down my stomach and stop at the top of my skirt which has already ridden up, allowing him to see my underwear underneath my tights.

He begins to pull the skirt down before looking up at me and asking, "Is this okay?"

"Yes, please don't stop." I beg, staring down at his dark eyes.

He removes my skirt and tights, leaving me in my black thongs only.

After throwing my bottoms onto the floor, he comes back to me, situating himself so that he's inches away from my heat.