Secret Love

__Don't think just feel__

Without really thinking in that moment and just wanting to feel they moved towards her bed. Without breaking the kiss they were fully engrossed in they ended up making out on her soft bed. One of his hands began to slide up her smooth pale leg and underneath her grey sweater. Stiles himself could feel the way Lydia's hands ran through his hair smoothly in an almost exploratory way. Lydia couldn't take the feeling of her body burning the way he was handling her like if she was fine china that would break at any moment. The thing was that's exactly how she felt. With his fingers grazing the bare skin above her right hipbone he broke their kiss. "Do you have any idea how much I've missed you and I'm not just talking about your body Lyds. I've missed the way you smell. The way you look when you wake up in the morning. The way you smile and your eyes flicker with emotions every time you read a book. The way you feel wrapped around my arms." Stiles whispered.

Gently as to not startle her Stiles reached up and gently caressed the side of Lydia's face with the hand that had been gently grazing her exposed skin. Lydia herself felt her breath hitch at his words and stared at his beautiful chocolate eyes that looked at her with such love she had never experienced. Without her answering him Stiles continued, "I don't care how hard being together is, nothing is worse than being apart from you." As his lips captured hers again Stiles's kisses were more demanding yet slow and firm. Slowly Stiles placed feather like kisses down her pale and flawless neck. He longed to mark her as his but at that moment he wanted to worship her as she deserved. Sliding his hand back down towards the hem of her grey sweater, Stiles gently slid his hand back underneath it and began to slowly peel it off. As the material left her body he dropped it onto the floor and gazed back at her. Lydia laid there with her hair splashed across her pillow as if she herself was the sun and she had finally decided to warm up the earth.

Lydia herself was so speechless especially with the way Stiles was being so gentle with her. She gazed back into his scorching honey colored eyes that the sun had choose in that precise moment to illuminated so brightly. Lydia leaned up towards him and glided her hands gently up under his black long sleeve shirt guiding it off of him and tossing it aside. Stiles leaned down over her naked body and trails his hand up over her hipbone, her waist, until he stopped and cupped her breast to which Lydia released a breathy moan. She felt as if she was burning and he was soothing way the burn but when she didn't feel his touch she felt as if she was cold and beginning to freeze. Lydia could feel the muscles inside her clench deliciously at the anticipation of what he would do. The feeling only intensified when she felt Stiles blow gently at her harden nipples and begin to rain kisses upon her breasts. She groaned out at the sweet sensation his ministrations provided that she could swear that it had a direct connection with her groin. Just hearing the noises alone that Lydia kept releasing Stiles could feel the way his body was becoming more and more alive.

It wasn't just the feeling of her underneath him or the way their bare skin caressed each other as he moved over her. Stiles moved his lips back up to connect with her lips once more. As they were both engrossed fully in the kiss again Stiles cupped her intimately slipping a thick finger into her. He couldn't help the groan that left his lips as he felt how wet she was when he hadn't really done anything to ignite her yet. Stiles continued to thrust his finger into her adding another and another as he also worked her clitoris. Before Lydia could reach her orgasm Stiles suddenly withdrew his fingers and got off the bed. Stiles didn't even give her enough time to yell or react to him for not finishing before she felt him tugging her socks off along with her soaked panties in a flashing moment. He himself realized he was still to clothed for both their liking that he pulled off his boxer briefs and his light brown jeans in one swift movement. Lydia couldn't help but see how Stiles's erection sprung free from its confinement. As he proceed to move in between her legs, she watched his taunt muscles move with every movement he made.

The way his hidden abs deliciously clenched as she touched them once his body was close to hers again. Stiles spreading her legs further apart as well as pulling them higher. Satisfied with her position he positioned the head of his erection at her entrances. Not wanting to just slam into her as he would have and definitely wanted to he began to rubbed the head against her wet heat. Teasing her. Until he himself couldn't stand it anymore and slipped slowly into her warm heat. Slightly opening his mouth to groan out and be able to allow his harsh breaths to escape he stayed still waiting for both of them to acclimatize to the feeling. Once Stiles felt Lydia could handle it he began to ease in and out of her with an exquisite tenderness. With every thrust he would execute he would groan out and stop until Lydia couldn't take it anymore and begged him for more. He kept thrusting slowly into her yet with the difference of not pausing anymore. Stiles shifted onto his elbows allowing her to feel some of his weight.

Lydia took the opportunity of having his face so close to her that she pulled him into another round of passionate kisses where she would occasionally nip and pull on his lower lip. As she herself began to thrust back towards him she felt one of his hands slide down towards her backside were eventually it flexed gently over her ass. The room filled once with calm silence was now disrupted with the sounds of the two lovers groaning and moaning softly. Lydia could feel her climax building as he kept thrusting into her. In that moment with him no one existed around them leading her to drag her sharp nails down his back. With the kiss now broken and hearing his groaning so close to her ear from the sensation he felt from thrusting into her and the feel of her nails down his back Lydia couldn't help the overwhelming need to kiss a part of his body. That was how she ended up kissing and sucking harshly onto his neck.

Stiles could feel the hickey she was creating on his neck but he couldn't care for she was marking him as her own. He could feel the way her body quivered and bowed underneath him. The sheen of sweat that had gathered over them made their bodies slide over each other beautifully. For Stiles their was only her, him,and their love. He could feel the tell tell of her walls quivering around him that he knew she was ready to fall apart in his arms. Lydia soon enough stiffened and exploded in pure orgasmic bliss. Stiles watched as her back arched beautiful off the bed as she threw her head back and dug her nails into his biceps from the powerful orgasm he gave her. With one final thrust himself Stiles felt his balls tighten before he emptied himself into her and collapsed. Immediately afterwards he pulled out if her and rolled onto the other side of the bed. They both laid there panting, trying to regain their breaths and process what had just happened. When Stiles was finally able to speak again he propped himself on one elbow and tucked loose strawberry blond locks behind Lydia's ear and asked her, "So are we an us again."