Until We Go To Sleep (Jeff the Killer)

Chapter Twelve : Intimate

Guys this is probably going to be the most explicit chapter of anything I've ever written ever. I hope you like it. Comment Vote And Share!

*******************************

Jeffs tongue softly ran over mine as the blood came out. I admit it only hurt for the quick slit, but the pain wasn't on my mind. What WAS on my mind was how quick Jeffs hand traveled. As his fingers tried to find their way into my shorts, I grabbed his hand and pulled back.

"Just a little slower...." I whispered.

He nodded and took the blade.

The trail of blood followed as he cut up my thigh. He gently licked it up, laying his tongue flat. This gave me goosebumps, and he felt them. He giggled with his smooth, deep voice. He slowly came back up and kissed me. His hair hung over his face which felt like an extreme tease. I kissed back and pushed the hair out of his eyes. His face was so beautiful. Not in the pun way of the story. Just...So beautiful and pure. Theres so much history behind every feature. Jeff is like an open book filled with plot twists. Just when you think you know him, he changes. It can be so frustrating, but the struggle leaves me desperate for it, like a drug.

I realized he seen me staring.

"Something wrong, Shi?" He said softly as he bent in and kissed my neck from my chestbone to my ear lobe.

I smiled and wrapped my arms around his neck and Kissed his cheek softly.

"You fascinate me, killer."

I felt his warm cheek as he grinned and looked me dead in the eye.

I envy his eyes. His lips. His smooth, leathery skin.

Hes so perfect in every possible way.

"Well wanna know what fascinates me?" He spoke softly.

"Hm?"

"The proactivness of two bodies."

He ran his fingers up my leg.

"The way that you could hate someone with a burning passion one second....."

He brought his palm towards the inside of my thighs.

"And then feel madly in love with them the next."

His hand tug on my shorts.

I pulled him close by his shirt without thought and kissed him so deeply that it shocked him.

i released him and laid a hand on his cheek and brushed his hair behind his ear. The two of us shared goosebumps.

I pulled away and smiled.

"Jeff, just remember, this is real. No fooling around. And... its my first time. Be gentle please."

but he handled my body like a porceline doll.

"No worries. I have what I need to be safe. Dont worry so much. Relax. Youre so shaken and tense." He grinned.

I blushed so hard. He'd said that on the first night. I couldnt stand this teasing much longer.

We kissed more and his hands found their way into my shirt. He drifted from my hips to my waist. Then from my stomach to my breasts. Soon, he slipped my shirt over my head and was unbuttoning my shorts. I stopped him and smiled.

"Where's my show, psycho?"

Jeff smirked and sat up, I prompted myself on my elbows and watched him. He took off his shirt and

Jesus Christ.

Glorious mother Mary.

I gasped and started to nervously laugh at his abs and impressive V-line.

"Is something wrong?" He said arched over me.

I never really realized how fit he was. he always wore that damn hoodie.

"You look so....good..."

Now I envy his body aswell....

"Dont get insecure on me now Shi."

god damn thoughts.

Okay Shiloh. Breathe.

"I think you look amazing Shiloh. " He leaned in.

"Jeff I appreciate it but-"

He leaned in and bit my ear.

My entire body jumped slightly and I understood what he meant now.

It was his way of saying 'Shut up and fuck me'.

My entire being gave in. When he pressed his body against mine. The intensity of it all just gave me a natural high. I let him do as he pleased. His hands slid behind my back and he unhooked my bra. Soon, I was fully exposed

And so was he.

He sat up and grinned.

I still envied his body. But its mine now. It belongs to me. And mine belongs to him. At this moment, we're the only ones that exist in the universe.

He Put one arm on the headboard and looked down at me. He slowly proceeded.

Now I was expecting pain and discomfort, but he glided perfectly giving pleasure and bliss.

God, he was perfect in every way possible.

His momentum varied between speed and roughness. In between the grasps for bed sheets and moans were kisses and pants for air. Our bodies moved in sync to each other like a unique rhythm of sex. Every now and then words would slip out, but just enough.

"God.."

"Yes.."

"More"

"Harder"

And we didn't stop. No breaks. No clean ups. At that point, both of us forgot any condoms or sources of protection. He did his best to pull out Hours and hours of our two bodies giving into eachother.

We laid missionary and went at it. He was damp from sweat. I brushed the hair out of his face and kissed his lips. He kissed back rough and I loved it. I loved it when he handled me roughly. I loved it when he grabbed me or pushed me. I loved it when he squeezed or pinched me. And I loved it when he cut me.

I wrapped my arms around him as he picked up speed. It was getting so incredibly close.

Harder.

Faster.

I dug my nails and scratched down into his back and screeched out.

"I'M CUMMING!"

Jeff Slightly flinched at the scratching, but he bit his lip in pleasure and gave it his all.

Then everything slowed down. My heart was racing like I just ran a marathon. I've never been so out of breath and tired in my life. I was panting hard next to Jeff, who'd laid down and put his arms up behind his head. I looked over at him .

"That was.... undescribable." I said as I regained a normal breath.

He smiled and leaned on his side.

I was drifting off to sleep.

"Hey Shiloh,"

I opened my eyes. "Yes?"

He kissed my forehead. "Happy birthday."

I've never smiled so wide in my life.

And I went to sleep the happiest girl in the world.