Consider Me

Chapter Twenty Seven: Lily

I always wondered what kissing someone would feel like. I had my first kiss with Hardin Smith at upper KG when I brought his favorite chicken sandwich for lunch. He kissed me on my cheeks. I told Mom how a boy from the kindergarten gave me a kiss on my cheek and I didn't liked it. She laughed and gave me a bear hug before explaining to me, there will be more such kisses until I find the one that I will love.

Years went by and I turned eighteen. I had crushes but only one serious relationship. Andrew was my last boyfriend. My only relationship. The one year I was with him was full of rollercoaster. I liked him during the start. I liked that he touched me a lot. People my age enjoy physical attention and I wasn't different. 

When I discovered my body has places that could give me pleasure, I gave permission to my only real boyfriend Andrew to help me discover those places. At that time, I thought I liked it. So what I was always thinking about something else when he touched me but in the end he did successfully gave me pleasure although all the things about fireworks and excitement that Sabina used to feel, still does with Jackson never happened to me. 

I wondered if I was at fault. If my expectations were too high regarding physical touches but god, how wrong was I.

Andrew's touch was never meant to explode currents inside me because Lucas was meant to do it. I realize it now as I kiss him. My lips against his. Soft and tantalizing. How did I ever resist being away from him? How did I ever tried to hate him? Oh god. 

My legs wrap around him the instant he picked me up. Arms already hugging his neck. This is everything. I am so glad he choose to be the legs for both of us because I don't think I could've handled an activity as trivial as standing. 

There's electricity all over my body. My toes, my thighs, my chest. I feel inflated. Ready to float but no. I am not going anywhere. I need his lips more than ever, now that I know what they taste like. Let me memorize it more. The corners, the feel, his hand. 

Lucas sits at the edge of the bed and I straddle his lap. My hands cupping his shaven jaw tips his head back so I can go deeper. He groans in my mouth and I bite his lower lip. Pulling away, he says, "You're going to take control even here?"

I licks my lips, "Yeah, you have a problem?"

"Actually yes," Then I am being shoved onto the bed as Lucas hovers above me and captures my lips again. This time he holds my wrists above my head, locking them in one place and attacks my lips. 

My head moves up, his lean down and we're eating each other at this point because it's not enough. Lucas deepens the kiss and sucks my lower lip before pulling my upper one with a pop. Oh, I am so down for him. 

"Fuck," 

"Don't talk," 

"Jesus," Lucas drops his hold from my wrist, cups my jaw and kisses me ruthlessly. I welcome him until it's enough. I welcome him until I am enough. I welcome him as I shamelessly roam my hands on his back, pulling him to me. 

Our breath entangle, tongue fighting corners to satiate the need, my stomach dips and knots and curls while a buzz starts between my legs. I don't know for how long we were kissing. At one point, we had to take a break and breathe before we started kissing again. 

I can't describe how amazing this feels. It's like ordering your favorite food. It's like watching your favorite movie. It's like having that one stamp on your passport where you always wanted to go. 

Once our high drops, Lucas pulls away and rests his forehead against mine. "Damn it,"

I can't help but laugh. Wrapping my arms around him, I hug Lucas and we stay like that for a few more minutes before he falls to his side and pulls me in. "Dreamy huh?"