Lust (Completed)

Part I

(June 20, 2013) Sorry about deleting this the first time, but I got your back ;)

My fantasy..

~Gari

Part I^^

"You're acting like a fucking child."

I gasped. "Like you're so mature."

"You get mad over any little thing, I was just joking." My boyfriend argued. We walked through our condo, arguing back and forth.
I stopped abruptly and turned around to face him. Anger...

"Oh, good to know." I said bitterly.

"What happened to not saying 'oh' anymore?" He asked, only receiving a shrug from myself. I crossed my arms. He nodded, pissed off by now and turned to walk out, slamming the door behind him. I screamed loudly. Frustration...

Why does he have to be so damned stubborn! I started to pull at my hair and tear at my face. I swear I hate him with a sweet passion. Always has that funky attitude. It's been years and if he hasn't noticed we aren't sixteen anymore. Get over yourself!

I let a few minutes pass, allowing him to cool off before going to find him. I just know he will probably do something stupid. I hopped up onto the marble island and ate a blue, white, and red superhero Popsicle.

I finally worked up the nerve to go out and find him, and if my hunch was correct, he didn't go far. I opened the backdoor, he was sitting on the porch in one of the lawn chairs.
I walked over to him, staring up at the night sky, and straddled his lap facing towards him. He looked at me emotionless sitting in the small wooden chair.

"I'm sorry, let me make it up to you?" I whispered wrapping my arms around his neck. He didn't say anything. So now we're playing the silent treatment? Ok... I let my bottom lip stick out and he just rolled his eyes.

"Pretty Pleeaasseee?" I said leaning down to his neck. I kissed on it softly and sucked on the skin. I kissed across his strong defined jawline, finally kissing his chin and looking back up at him.

His face softened a memorable amount and he leaned up to press his large soft lips to mine. I smiled and jumped up. He groaned loudly when I reached my hand out for him to take. He raised one brow and grabbed it standing up, I held on tightly to his hand, dragging him along towards the sliding glass door. I had half a mind to actually push him into the pool...
He lagged behind me, the amusement present in his beautiful brown eyes. Jeez move your bum!
Our bare feet tapped against the concrete, softly making the only noise among a thousand silent crickets. When I closed the front door behind us we simply released hands and the loss of heat made me shudder. I started to walk away, but he stayed behind. I turned around to look at his bewildered face.

"You coming or not beanhead?" I said, referring to his childhood nickname.

He raised a brow once again, but reluctantly followed behind me. We rounded the corner to the hallway and I turned to press my back firmly against the bedroom door, he took the opportunity to place his hands on my small waist.
His piercing brown eyes stared into my very soul. Dark but a bright orange that made them appear a dark light hazel brown. They laced my heart with unspeakable passion and love. I hesitated afraid to speak, in fear of my voice breaking, from me sounding weak. He grabbed my hand and led me into our bedroom towards the master bathroom.

"How about that shower we promised?" he said smirking at me. I rolled my eyes unable to stay mad at him and smiled. He kissed my one small dimple.

"Hot... the kind of hot that makes the mirror steam up?" He mentioned referring to something I'de always said. Wonder how he remembers all this stuff? We promised a lot of things growing up.

"Yes." I stated. He turned the water on and slowly walked over to me. The butterflies in my stomach seemed to multiply and I was saturated with excitement.

He must have seen the fear in my eyes because he reached his hand to my face, sending chills rapidly down my spine.

No words were said. They weren't needed. Our actions screamed louder than words, replaced words. He went for my t-shirt first, taking it by the hem. Slowly he raised it up and over my head. I kept my eyes closed and waited.

Before I could protest, he had my running shorts by the waistband, softly pushing them so they would fall to the ground around my ankles. Do I want this? Yes, fool! My body screamed, this is pure torture. Constantly thinking about the consequences. Confusion...

But I love him....

"Open your eyes." He whispered in my ear. My whole body shuddered at the cool breath tickling at my neck. Hesitantly, I opened my eyes and stared into his mysterious brown ones. No more fear.
Can't go through life with what if's always nagging at the back of your mind. I lifted his shirt up and above his head. We were the same height, roughly 5'11.
It's actually very awesome. We always have the same thoughts, say things in unison. We are literally one soul in two bodies. If that makes any sense.

His bare chest was at mine and I reached up my hand to trace it. He looked down surprised at my sudden confidence. I only smiled, can't let him have all the fun.

I kissed his chest and walked around to his back. Dude dat ass tho!

I started to pull down on his sweatpants. Sweat still dotted at his back from our run. God that was sexy as hell. His muscled back flexed as he forcefully slowed his breaths.

"Don't move." I whispered in his ear seductively. I could almost sense the smile that crept along his facial features. Cocky...

I unhooked my bra and left my underwear on the cool white tile along with it. I slipped into the warm shower. The hot water ran down my face and neck. I loved hot showers. Only seconds later did he come in behind me as naked as he came. Actually didn't seem to mind even.

He smirked when he caught me staring. Who wouldn't? He's Gorgeous.

Oh and that body, God damn. Sports does that boy some good. He walked towards me and pressed firmly against me on the shower wall. Our chests heaved up and down in sync. Heavily, jagged, and uncontrolled.

He put both hands on my hips. His head dipped down to my neck, trailing kisses along it, down my collarbone and shoulder, then back up. Wonders, what those big lips could do. He trailed kisses back up to rest right under my ear. He pulled at it with his teeth and started to suck gently leaving a massive hickey.

I wrapped my arms around his neck as he slowly started to squeeze and massage my hips and thighs. The action had me weak at the knees. I couldn't help the moan that almost slipped out as I tried to stop it by biting my lip. It felt sooo good and he knew what it did to me, yet continues to arouse me with it.

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