Limerence-Niccolo Govender

Chapter Twelve

⚠️⚠️BIGGGG WARNING FOR THIS ONE⚠️⚠️ please know that this chapter is really smutty so if you don't like that, don't continue!! Also this is my first time writing something like this so please take that into consideration😭

MONDAY, 4:03 PM, HOME

What did he mean by that? We could be as loud as we wanted? His lips neared closer and closer to mine. He finally rested his forehead on mine and I could hear his shaky, labored breaths.

"I love you. I love you so goddamn much." He whispered before he smashed his lips into mine.

I was honestly kind of surprised. I didn't expect him to actually do it. My eyes fluttered shut and I took in the feeling of his lips on mine. He was my second kiss. I wished he would've been my first.

The feeling was so weird but addictive. His lips were quick with every kiss. He ran his tongue along my bottom lip, as if he was asking for entrance. I parted my lips for him slightly and he shoved his tongue into my mouth. I let out a moan at how eager he was. My hand came up and slid into his hair. I tugged at it slightly when his tongue touched mine. Which was a lot.

He was practically devouring my lips now. He kissed me like a starved man and I couldn't help but to want more. No amount of kissing would ever satisfy my thirst for him. I needed more and more.

We kissed for what felt like hours. His hands would slide down my body and grasp whatever they could. He wanted to feel every inch of me. His hand slid under my shirt and rubbed my back as we kissed. It was a soothing gesture. How could he be so sweet and dirty at the same time? He was a mix of everything in this world and it made him beyond perfect.

Finally, he pulled away. His chest was heaving and he looked at me like I was a god or something. I was gasping for breath. He rested his forehead against mine once more and caught his breath. I did the same and he closed his eyes.

"Fanculo a me..." He groaned under his breath. It was something in Italian that I obviously couldn't understand. He knew that.

I stroked his cheek as we both took a break. "Why do you have to be so perfect?" I murmured to him.

He smirked and blushed. I could tell my compliments still had an effect on him. "Says you. You put every girl in this world to shame."

He looked me in the eyes and held my face in his hands. "I will never love anything or anyone more than I love you. I need you to know that." He told me. His tone and face seemed so serious.

I was touched by his words. It felt nice to mean something to someone like him. I had worth. "I love you too." I softly responded. I was speechless.

"Now," he started, "Let's go to my bedroom. My bed is a way more comfortable place for me to pleasure your pretty body." He whispered to me.

My eyes widened and I blushed like crazy. What did he say? He grabbed my hand and led me out of the bathroom. He pulled me into his bedroom and locked the door behind us. He took me to his bed and he sat down. I straddled him and he placed his hands on my hips.

"My beautiful girl..." he murmured as I leaned in closer to him.

He stared up at me like a lovesick puppy and I was head over heels for him. I gazed down at him in awe and I stroked his cheek. We both savored the feeling of our touch.

One of my arms came around and cradled his head slightly and my fingers slid into his hair. My other hand was on his chest. I leaned in and gave him a soft, slow kiss. I knew it was torture to him because he was used to fast paced, aggressive kisses.

I gave him one more kiss before I started to trail my lips along his jawline. I heard a sharp inhale from his lips. I kissed my way down to his neck. There, I kissed him all over. My kisses turned to bites. He seemed to love it. He kept whimpering and whining. He was such a mess. It turned me on so much when he would whine my name. I couldn't believe this was all happening.