A Fine Line

Touch.

My bruises are almost healed and my full confidence is peaking as I stare back at the sexy ass guy in the mirror.

I should wake her up shirtless.

I decide to do so and put baggy sweatpants on that hang just above my dick. I walk into the kitchen and take out bacon, eggs, pancake batter with chocolate chips. Will she like this? Why am I asking myself If she will like this or not? I barely know her. She'll eat whatever the hell I-

"Stop! Please! You're hurting me!" I here Cecilia cry from down the hall.

In a hurry, I rush down the hall way to my room and swing the door open. In the bed lays a small, sweaty brunette tossing and screaming in her sleep.

"CeCe! Cecilia wake up!" I rush to her side grabbing her wet body in my arms. She's awake now and tugging at my shirt in a frantic state as she comes to, realizing it was only a dream.

"It's just a dream. It's just a dream." I whisper in her hair while rocking her. "Would you like some water?" I ask.

"P,please."

I walk into the kitchen and the smell of burning pancakes fills my nostrils.

"Crap!" I yell running to the stove to snatch up the pan.

"Oh no!" Cecilia giggles as she walks into the living room. "You burned it!"

"Yeah! Because you were screaming! I was trying to make you something, but I didn't want to leave you alone in there! I thought you were being hurt! You were fucking... Fucking..." I cry and she laughs, grabbing ahold of my wrist as I wave the pan around. I sigh deeply as she nears, placing the pan in my hand to the counter. She slides in front of me, standing between me and the stove, and we lock eyes. Her long brown hair cascades down her neck and chest in a perfect messy disaster. Her eyes search mine, and my anger dissolves. A small smile creeps upon her face and I lock my jaw causing her small smiles to grow wider.

"What are you doing..." I murmer.

"Are you calm now?"

"Yeah. I'm okay." I sigh when her hands touch my chest.

"That's what I was doing... Calming your nerves." She chews on her cheek to keep from smiling.

"You did a fantastic job Cecilia." I wink at her and she turns her head to the side. "What?" I ask staring at her strange expression of curiosity.

"How old are you?" She says looking at my chest as she plays with the fabric. I place my hands on the counters beside her, watching as her delicate hands graze my torso.

"Twenty." I simply state.

"I'm nineteen." She looks down at her feet. "When's your birthday?"

"May 2nd." I smile when her eyes widen and she grants me a large smile. "What's yours?"

"May 22nd!" She squeals.

"Hmm..." I smirk and lean a little closer to her. Her breathing hitches and her smile fades. Her eyelids lower suggesting she's turned on and I move myself even closer. Swallowing hard she drops her hands from my chest and puts them inches from mine on the counter. I see her lick her lips and bite her bottom lip and I know that's my que to advance. I gently push my crotch into hers and my chest to her chest. She groans and forces her lips on mine in a rush. I inhale deeply wanting more of her. She grabs my face and I lace my arms around her hips pulling her off of the counter. We walk to the dip down area where the couches are placed into the floor. She laughs when we fall down trying to get into the pit. I land on top of her with an "oof" escaping my lips. And we both join in a hard laughter. The sound is beautiful and the site of her joy warms my heart as the sun shines brightly though the windows in the large living room.

"How did we get here." I comment shaking my head with a cheesy smile on my face, lifting myself from the top of her.

"We connected. I knew I'd have something with you when we danced together. with you, I kind of felt... Fearless." She smiles and a rim of light brown form around her hair as I notice her beauty in the light that shines behind her.

"Yet I fear myself the most if anything." I chuckled and she sighs.

"To fear yourself, is to fear your mind. To fear your mind is to fear your actions. To fear your actions is to fear others. To fear others, is to fear the world." She quotes. I cock my head and she laughs.

"My mother."

"Ah."

"She died when I was seventeen."

"Oh. I'm so sorry for your loss. How, how did she-" she cuts me off before I finish.

"Suicide. She took pills. A lot. At once."

"Fuck."

"Her name was Celena.... And God did I love my mother." I see tears well up in her eyes and I spring at an attempt to block her thoughts.

"My mother killed herself too." I stare at her and her eyes go wide so I look away.

"Oh, Jordan I'm so sorry." She puts her hand on mine and I don't move it.

"I'm over it." She stands to her knees on the couch and moves toward me. She stands in her knees high above me as I stare up.

"What are you doing." I say furrowing my brow. She lifts her shirt up and my eyes go wide.

"Touch me." she lowers her voice and it's barely audible.

"What?" I stare at her full breast then her face.

"Touch. Me. Now." she prys. I force a hand up slowly, and rub it across her stomach. Her eyes shimmer as she watches me and I lift to my knees on the couch as well. We're now nearly neck and neck , and centimeters apart.

"Why?" I ask.

"You need me. And I need you." She whispers.

"What do you need from me?"

"Everything." Her eyes shift from my eyes to my already bulging crotch. She's ready.
I scoot closer making contact with my crotch and she leans in.

She takes my hands and I slowly guide her back down to lay on the couch. She parts her legs below me gasping when a do a small dry hump.

"Are you sure you want me to do this with you." I question.

"Don't sleep with me yet. Just touch me. I'll... touch you." She pants. I nod, smirking at her request and lift my shirt from my head.

"How do you like things Cecilia?" I ask with my shirt in my mouth as I unbuckle my jeans before her.

"Hard." I widen my eyes and shoot an eyebrow up but smile and comply.

I stare at her long before going between her legs and pulling her thong off with my teeth. I can feel her shiver when my teeth accidentally tug at the skin on her hip as I go for the thong. When I remove the thong, I hold it teasingly in my teeth.

She wastes no time snatching at the underwear and pulling my lips to hers. Her tongue wet and smooth as she moves it across my mouth biting my lip when we stop kissing. I head for her neck and she gets goose bumps as I lick. I move my hand between her legs rubbing the skin on her inner thigh. I bite at her neck just as I slide a finger in. Pumping it in and out quicker and quicker until I feel her tighten around me. I slip two fingers and she gasps yet again grabbing me through my boxers. I push on her upper inside, and she releases all over my fingers. Causing me to release in her hands. I remove my fingers, and she brings them to her stomach. Smearing the come onto her stomach. A whimper escapes her lips when my tongue touch her stomach. I knew right then, I could never hurt her the way they want me to.

Or... Could I?

* heyyy guys I'm sorry that this is so short, I wanted to get something out there so sorry this was like a filler. That's all! Love you so so so much! Xo, Christi*