Dollface

Part 44

The rose gold fabric of the dress I was clutching to my chest with clenched, nervous hands was pulled away and thrown to the floor, my glassy eyes watching his reaction intently.

At first his movements were slow, cautious, as if this was a new frontier for him. He took a step forward, his feet meeting mine before examining every feature of my face as if he was memorizing it so he would never forget. I breathe in and look into his now shining eyes. They looked...innocent; something I never thought I would see.

As he brought his face closer and closer to mine, my breath caught in my lungs. Kiss me Simln, please kiss me. I longed for him, I needed to feel his lips again, my eyes flickering between his eyes and lips, waiting for him to move before I do.

But just as I'm about to smash my lips onto his, he beats me to it. Catching me completely off guard, my heart felt light at how softly and slowly his lips moved against mine. It was unlike any other kiss he'd given me. Similar to the one we shared in the car before, but... different.

All the kisses we'd shared before were poisoned with anger, frustration, and insecurity, but I could tell he was trying his best to hold all of that back as if it pained him, but this one was full of meaning, passion, and certainty.

The hands that would normally grip my waist to the point where his knuckles would turn white were now gently holding my face. I notice it almost immediately, and my face heats up at the thought.

My hands slide through his hair, running my fingers through the thick curls at the back of his head. I know what I want, just like he does.

S: I care about you.

He murmured against my lips before pulling away, much to my displeasure. I look at him, his lips red and swollen as he speaks.

S: I should have admitted it sooner.

All he had to do was pull me close and all was forgiven as my mouth twisted into a smile admiring his beautiful face. I love this man more than he knows...
But we'll save that topic for another day.

Instead, I wrap my arms around his neck and bring my head to rest on his shoulder. I breathe in his heavenly scent, I feel his muscular arms wrap tightly around my body, again he felt like a shield in his embrace, he felt safe. Whenever he holds me in his arms it's like no one can touch me and he's the only person in the world, that sounds like total bullshit but it's true...

With his lips gently pecking at my shoulder, he slowly leads us back to the bed, one hand behind my thigh, he lifted it around his waist while he carefully handled the other one as he gently laid me down on the soft mattress.

Goosebumps spread across my heated skin as I see him hovering over me, his hair falling over his forehead, I reach out with both hands to brush it away from his face so I can see him properly as he looks down at me.

S: Does your leg hurt? Is that okay?
I: It's fine, does your arm hurt?

I'm referring to the bullet wound that has yet to heal completely.

S: No.

His eyes watch me intently. His hands then reach for mine in his hair and intertwine them with his. It wasn't long before I felt his lips touch mine again, hard, slow, tantalizing, my legs wrapped around his waist pulling him closer, wanting to feel more of him.

The buttons of his shirt were patiently undone by my nervous, anxious fingers. I help him pull the material over his shoulders and arms, revealing his inked skin, breaking the kiss for a moment to admire the dark swirls, tracing them lightly with my thumb.

S: I lost.

He suddenly croaks.

I: You lost what?
S: I fought the urge to need you and I lost to it. I swore my patience would never run out, but you proved me completely wrong.

His eyes never leave my face, what amazed me was that he didn't even notice that I was naked beneath him, he was admiring me just a few seconds before, but after that, he focused all his attention on my face.

Then I lift my body up with my elbows and trace the outline of his tattoos with little kisses, making him moan and drop his head onto my shoulder, I don't think he's ever been shown this kind of affection before... and that annoys me. He deserved better, he deserved to be loved.

The affection didn't last long before he pinned me down again and kissed down my neck to my collar bone. I whimper under his touch, never really getting used to the affection he showed me either.

Then everything stops, he pauses and raises his head to make direct eye contact.

S: Have you ever?
I:....yes.

I answer quietly. Simln's jaw clenched, he didn't like that.

S: This would be a lot easier if you didn't know what you were doing either.
I: Huh? W-what?

My eyebrows furrow in confusion, but then it hits me. I raise myself back up on my elbows and stare at him.

I: You've never done this before, have you?

Of course not. I didn't need an answer from him to know that, I felt like it was a bit hasty to ask him directly if he was a virgin, so I get straight to the point to save him the tension.

As I expected, he shakes his head slowly.

S: I've never been close to anyone, every girl who's tried to get close to me has either been scared or rejected.

His eyes search mine for a reaction but all I do is smile softly before gently kissing his lips, this throws him completely off guard and I pull back to see him stunned.

I: That's fine.

I run my hand through his fluffy hair once more before resting it on the back of his neck.

I: I've only done it with one other guy anyway, but with you it's- well, you're... different.