he laid me down on the bed, my legs going around him as he deepened the kiss. I tugged at his shirt. taking the hint, he took it off. i removed mine and we reconnected our lips. I was left in only shorts and a bra, and he was left in sweatpants.
He began to kiss down my neck and work on my chest. it all felt too good. his touch was addicting. I loved the way his lips felt on me, like if they were made to touch me. my legs stayed open for him, as he stayed in between them.
He kissed down my chest, and all over my stomach, taking his time and teasing me. he kissed lower and lower, and starting kissing my lower abdomen. His hand was on my waist. "such a good slut for me.." he mumbled. slut? is that how he sees me?
my eyes went from a lustful look, into a sad look knowing that's how he sees me. I closed my legs. "what..?" He looked up. My eyes had definitely softened and you could tell I was upset. "what?" He looked at me worried. "is that how you see me?" I asked softly.
"no, no, no, of course not.." he grabbed my arms and pulled me to sit up straight. "then why'd you call me that.." I was only upset because my past boyfriends have called me sluts a lot, so of course when he says it, I think he actually means it. "I didn't know if you liked being degraded so I thought I would give it a shot.. but you're not a slut baby.. please don't think that. im sorry.." He kissed my forehead.
"no.. im sorry.. i took it the wrong way." I confessed. I put his hands back on my waist and kissed him. "why don't we pick up where we left off, hmm?" I mumbled in the kiss. He kept his lips connected as he climbed back on top of me, laying me on my back.
- this was so short that the word count was 345 😭
- this was lowkey a toilet thought 🧍🏽♀️
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