Those Lips

My POV

"Where's my bra?" I said. Trying to sound like I actually cared, and it must have worked because Damon made a face. I bit my lip and laughed a little. He smiled, and kissed me, again. I felt vulnerable without my clothes on to protect me. I didn't care, though. He made me feel safe. We laid there making out for a while, and then, I slid my hands under his shirt. I could tell that he flexed, but it just made me want him more. Wait, no, I can't want him. That. Is. Not. Okay. But I did. I wanted him so bad, and I get what I want. He finally gave in to me being in control, so I pulled away. Never get too close. I thought to myself, as I kissed him softly, and got off of him. He frowned. Once again.

"Why do you do that?"

I contemplated telling him, but I wasn't ready, yet. "Uh... Um.."

"You don't want to tell me?"

"No... Not really.."

"Why not?"

"It's... Complicated."

"Okay."

Really, he was fine not knowing? He didn't want to push me into telling him? Force me to spill? He wasn't curious?... My thoughts were broken by his soft sweet voice whispering in my ear. "Are you gonna get dressed?" His voice made my legs feel like jello. He stood behind me and his fingers traced down my spine and he kissed my neck. His kiss wasn't sloppy and wet like most guys. It was soft and sweet. It made me feel special, but I couldn't let my guard down no matter how much I just wanted to fall into him. Letting my guard down would leave me in danger. It would hurt me.

I had forgotten that he had asked me a question because he kept kissing my neck and shoulder. making me weak and vulnerable. I finally remembered his question. "Yes. Yes, I will be getting dressed." I stated nervously. My voice shaking at every touch.

"Are you sure? You're body is so beautiful." He said as his hands traced from the side of my boobs down to right next to my ass. I shivered as he came closer to my weak spot.

"Ye-yes i-i'm sure." I managed to stutter out.

"Why are you so nervous?" His voice teasing in my ear.

"I-i'm not." I said trying to sound stern but all that would come out was a weak, shaky voice.

"Then why are you stuttering?.." His question trailing off as he brushed my hair back and kissed my neck, again.

I tried so hard to repress the moan, but I just couldn't, and as soon as I moaned, and spun me around as crashed his lips to mine. I wanted to push him away. To make him stop making me feel like this, but I couldn't. I couldn't, for the life of me, stop him, because I wanted it just as much as he did. I wanted him, and he knew it.