Difference

Chapter nineteenth.

Aliyah Rain
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Laying on Blane after riding him, was definitely not expected at all.

I thought our first time would be WAYYYYYY different, but I'm glad it went this way kind of.

Because we were by ourselves in the moment, both of us in the heat. I could definitely see myself doing this again, with Blane.

I raise up off of his chest, after catching my breathe. " As much as I'd love to lay here with you, my parents are probably a worried mess and I need to get home. " Kissing his chest, up to his neck.

I reach across the car, grabbing my bra and clasping it together. " Are you sure you need to? " He whines tiredly.

I smile at him, and let my t-shirt fall over my body. Climbing back into the passenger seat, I fall back into his lap due to my legs almost being unwalkable.

Am I even able to walk? I put my hands on my face, shaking my head. He chuckles at me, before helping me into my seat.

He turns around and grabs my shorts along with my underwear inside of them. " There still wet, were you like that the whole time? "

I roll my eyes playfully, " Oh shush..if we had a match between your hard-on, and me being wet. "

He laughs, pulling his pants back up and buttoning them. His shirt is in the back, so he reaches back and grabs it.

Buttoning up the shirt, I watch his hands again. Shaking my head laughing, " You got to stop doing that. "

I feel the warmth coming back to my core, " Doing what? " He asked finishing buttoning, the buttons.

" Your hands, they're too distracting. " I shake my head, rolling down my window trying to smell anything but the sex.

" My hands? Is that what got you all aroused? " He questions. I nod honestly, " You have no clue how big a difference could make with a guys hand. "

That's the straight up truth, in my opinion the sexiest thing about a man is their hands.

Blanes hands are very big, way bigger than mine which makes it even better. If he wanted to, I'd let him wrap his hands around my neck and choke me.

" I don't know if every other girl could relate, but for me it's a guys hands. " I breathe in the fresh air. He'd nod, pulling out onto the road.

" I think for me it's hair, like for example your hair. I love it when you wear it natural and curly, I think it's beautiful. Even though I do love it straight, I think it's prettiest when it's curly. "

I've always hated my curly hair, that's why I straighten it. At school, when I did go I had always been made fun of for it.

It damaged the view I had of myself, and I've struggled with it since I was in middle school.

I would always come home in a breakdown state, because of the bullying. So I would make my mom wake up early to straighten my hair.

" You know, your the first person to ever say that to me. Throughout my whole life, nobody has ever said that to me. " I relax into the seat.

" I don't understand why anyone wouldn't like it, your hair is beautiful. " I smile at his words.

Driving up my long driveway, it's when I realize I don't want to leave without him. I wish me and him would be sitting in his car parked, again.

Parking right at my door, I have to force myself to get out of the car.

He gets out with me, walking towards me before I laugh, smiling and embracing him in a hug.