Chapter 34
Caution: Mature
I pulled on my black jeans, never fully registering how absolutely tight they were until putting them on with bruised ribs. It was quite the difficulty.
I buttoned up my shirt, getting halfway, when the door burst open and my head was pulled down, lips suddenly on mine, feverishly kissing me, and I didn't dare question it.
My hands found themselves on her hips, and her hands were wrapped around my neck. Her tongue met mine, and they moved together easily. I could taste the syrup in her mouth from the pancakes we ate, and she could probably taste the toothpaste I had used in the shower.
We both stumbled to my room, falling down onto my bed, and the pain in my ribs wasn't even there, because Gardenia was numbing it. She was on top of me, straddling my hips and kissing me like her life depended on it. I don't think we've ever kissed in this fashion before. So heavy, and hot, and needy. But it was fucking incredible.
She began working to unbutton the buttons on my shirt that I had just finished buttoning before her assault, but I didn't even mind as I shrugged it off of my shoulders. She was wearing one of my t shirts I had let her borrow, but I wasted no time in pulling it over her head. A black bra was on her, and I found myself staring at her breasts longer than deemed normal, and I only looked away when I could hear her chuckling.
All of the damn work I had put in to getting my jeans on was wasted as soon as she began unbuttoning them and struggling to pull them off of my legs.
I couldn't aid her in removing my jeans because it hurt to bend, and I felt bad when she couldn't fit the bottoms over my ankles.
We were both laughing as she pulled with all of her might, and almost went flying back if it weren't for me catching her.
I used my hand to pull her back on top of me, kissing her again. I had a feeling what this was progressing to, and it made me nervous. I'm not inexperienced, but I haven't done anything in what felt like ages. I wasn't sure when the last time Gardenia had, either.
I tugged on her sweat pants a bit, and they fell down revealing her long, tan legs. When she didn't oppose, I continued until they were off of her body and on the floor, my hands trailing up her thighs and feeling the smooth skin. I could feel patches of stubble that made me smile against her lips, and I don't think she knew why I was smiling, but that didn't stop her from copying my actions.
My hands trailed from her legs, up her waist, cupping her curves, and enjoying every fucking minute of this, before they trailed to her back. My fingers played with the clasp of her bra, working to unclip it, and having a bit of difficulty. I could feel and hear her chuckle against my lips, as she reached back to help me. It came off and I had a glimpse of her chest for the first time. It was absolutely perfect, and I reached my hands up to cup them, feeling kind of awkward about this, but knowing that it was just Gardenia, and nothing really seemed all that awkward with her.
She leaned back down to kiss me again, and I managed to flip us over somehow, the pain in my ribs not evident at all. I was on top of her now, and I peppered kisses from her mouth, to her jaw, down her neck, and to her breasts. I kissed around them, trailing my lips down her stomach. When I reached her hips, I slipped my fingers under the band of her underwear, my eyes trailing up her body to land on her own, seeking permission. She nodded, and I began pulling them down her legs, kissing down them as I went.
Once they were fully removed, I kissed my way back up her body, looking down at her as my lips hovered inches above her own.
She looked into my eyes, and I remember how when I first met her, that was such a difficult thing to achieve. She would rarely maintain eye contact, and she would rarely show her vulnerable side to me. And right now, she's at her most vulnerable. She's completely bare beneath me, staring straight into my eyes without faltering.
