Star-Crossed Secrets

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Amir's Pov

"Are you sure you'll be fine?" I asked her. I'd stayed the whole day by her side, taking care of her. I didn't mind staying over, but she's been trying to get rid of me for the past hour.

"I'm fine. I'm not hurt or anything."
"What if they come back again?" I suggested she didn't want to think that far and turned that whole idea down.
"You've been here the whole day. I'm sure you should've been at practice. I'm fine, I swear."
"Give me a kiss then." Mischief sparked in her eyes at my request. "You'll leave after then." A smirk formed on my face as I nodded. "You have to pinky promise me, though." I chuckled before we interlocked our fingers. She stared deeply in my eyes as if contemplating something. I'm not too sure what it may be, I didn't even have a moment to think of what it may be before her lips came down on mine. It was almost like a magnetic pull drawing us in. No better place. I'd rather be than with her.

She tilted her head further back, giving me full access to her mouth. One hand in her hair, while the other gripped tightly around her waist, ensuring there was no space between the both of us.
She tasted like a fresh batch of strawberries in all their glory. Sweet and soothing. It was a perfect combination that suited her. The more my tongue roamed her mouth, the longer I'd want to spend with her.

She slowly pulled away, her smile beaming from miles away. It twinkled like the stars in the midnight sky. She'd never looked beautiful like she was in this moment. Strong and in all her glory.
"Guess I should get going." I sighed, wanting to head out before her hand held mine in place. "Well, you don't have to leave yet."

"What about the pinky promise we made, angel?" I asked, reminding her of her own words. She rolled her eyes before dangling her arms around my neck. "Some promises are meant to be broken."
"I wouldn't expect that from you."
She giggled, "Shut up and kiss me already."

I did as I was told. More eager and commanding than the first time. I could feel my cock pressing hard against my zipper but I ignored it focusing on the woman in front of me. Her hands through my hair as my hands traced her curves leaving an imprint on her ass.
This time I broke the kiss, picked her up and placed on my shoulders. She didn't protest and followed my lead. We went to her bedroom before I placed her on the bed.

"Take it off."

She paused for a second. A glint of hesitation in her eyes as those words left my mouth.
"But I don't think you'll like me under this..." she whispered, "Under what exactly?" I rose an eyebrow to see where this was going.

"I'm big. I have stretch marks. No guy like a girl with stretch marks."
"Luckily for you," I climbed ontop of her, planting a kiss on her forehead, "I'm not just any guy, I'm your man and I love you just the way you." She smiled, her eyes a mixture of confusion and relief.

"Stretch marks or not, you're still easily the most beautiful woman, I have ever seen." I climbed off, standing back before asking again, "Take it off, my angel."

This time she did it with ease. Her eyes locked on mine, never daring to leave. Almost like she was challenging me.

Every piece that fell off felt like unlocking a hidden piece to finding a hidden tressure chest. Slowly unraveling a hint to the final destination. I stared hard, trying to capture each moment and savoring it in my brain. I never thought anyone could look this good, and it didn't help that the room was dimly lit. Every shadow cascade patterns all over her body, enlightening every curve. Every stretch mark. I felt like a hungry predator ready to it eats prey. The need and desire intensified with every second that went by.

She wasnt even on her last item by the time I climbed ontop of her. I ignored the aching feeling from my cock. It felt like it was burning a whole in my pants, but that wasn't what had my attention.  It was her.