Bad Bad Boy

BadBad Boy~35

Please fvck me right here, right now.

Please fvck me right here, right now is the first thing that pops into my head when our lips meet, i think, at the speed of light. He pulled me to him so suddenly and fast, I couldnt even react to it. I wouldnt stop him, lets be honest, but i could at least not stand there like a moron and kiss him back. How-the fvck-ever, I couldnt kiss him back for like 5 seconds. It could be 500 seconds, i dont know. I have lost the meaning of time right now.

When i am able to fully understand whats happening and feel his lips full on mine and his hands on the sides of my face, something moves from my belly to my glory hole. You know that feeling. Its unearthy. Its a feeling from heaven.

God. Im gonna faint. Or come. Or both. Dont laugh at me for that. Its like i was anticipating this for so long, and when my expectations are met, I come to the conclusion that i am complete.

I cant even freakin kiss him back! I know how to kiss. No, I dont claim im an elf who has lived for ridiculous amount of years and practised kissing all those years but i do know how it works. But i cant freakin get a grip on my lip muscles. Lip muscles..

The Heath boy must be giving his lip muscles a good old exercise right now because he's doing all the job. He, then, lets go of me and my lips with a puzzled expression on his face. I know he wonders why i didnt kiss him back. I couldnt, got damn it!

But when i see his handsome face from up this close, his lips which are redder from friction, his eyebrows thick and shaped -god thick and shaped reminded me of something else-, his blue-st eyes, I burn. Literally. My insides burn with desire. My lips burn, wanting his lips back on them. My hands burn to be in touch with anything belonging to him. His clothes, his face, his body, doesnt matter, something. Dont go pervert, i mean this in the most sickly romantic way. God, romantic? What have i become?!

The puzzled expression goes on and on as i try to screw up some courage. I normally am overconfident as you know, but in his case.. Im stuck.

Do something bıtch. Please. Because i feel like things would go downhill from here. A kiss would lead to beautiful things, ponies and pink colored unicorns and sun-bathed beaches right? But its the Heath boy. I dont expect the sunshine and poop to be pink from now on. I shouldnt.

So, i decide.

I decide to kiss him.

Like there is no tomorrow. Because there could be no tomorrow with him for all i know.

I raise on the tip of my toes and start reaching him, his lips. I go slowly to raise his expectations and increase my excitement that is shooting through me like leads over and over again, never stopping, but never killing.

God, he tastes like cupcakes. I know he probably doesnt taste like cupcakes, if his mother didnt eat cupcakes through pregnancy, and im just matching his taste with the sweetest taste that comes to my mind which is jumbled to the point of eggs being jumbled to make cupcakes. His hands move to the small of my back and i swear hairs just stood to attention there. My hands move to his collar, trying to hold onto him because i feel that the things called jelly- Sorry, i meant things called legs are about turn into jelly and give away.

Now, i told you i know how to kiss but i cant say im doing a good job at that right now because my ears are buzzing and my face is aflame and my heart is doing somersaults as if its in a fvckin circus. I try to capture his lips in mine as a whole as if im fvckin trying to gulp him down. I want the taste of every centimeter of his lips. I want to know how he feels everywhere. I want to know him in every possible way and... position.

Forgive me God for i have sinned.

He squeezes my sides and pulls me to himself more, making our lower parts touch. Which... uhmm.. makes me feel.. the.. uhmm.. bulge.. Good to know that it takes seconds for him to get it going. Fvck, its so hot. He's hot. Knowing that i have that effect on him is hot. Feeling him around my belly is hot. Oh god, his bulge is so hot.

My stomach.. Something's inside it obviously. Butterflies?

He pushes me to the door behind me and presses himself against me, making me gasp. Not because i am breathless-because i swear to god my soul will continue kissing him if i die of breathlessness-, but because i can feel him full on now. And boy, is he erected.

He removes his hands from my back because they were stuck between me and the door since he pushed me to it, and places them on my cheeks once again. I hope he doesnt feel the hotness there but i dont think he does because the noise coming from the back of his throat as if he's an animal in pain is telling me he's kinda busy with his own.. things.. Just like animals, animals, like animals! Yeah! Baby, im praying on you tonight- Ok, Ill shut up.

He takes my lower lip between his teeth and pulls it toward him slowly and ever so satisfyingly. He bit into it in a way that hurt so slightly but gave pleasure so much, i feel high. Im on Heath Jackson. I can still play with words, hell yeah!

"Ahh.." is the only reaction that i can conjure up. My fvck. What was that really? God. I think i just died.

He doesnt start kissing me again like we reached the nirvana with my moan and dont have the power to go through it all over again. His forehead is pressed against mine and our lips are touching. Also, his breath is fanning my lips as my chest is heaving up and down frantically, trying to calm itself down because for the love of me i cant do anything to calm my own self down.

"Fvck.." I choke out.

That drags him down and out of the nirvana phase. So, he attacks my lips again. God, my heart isnt strong enough to take this aaallll in.

He's giving me short-lived kisses. He isnt keeping his lips on mine long. He kisses snd pulls back, kisses and pulls back. Then, those short kisses become long. And then, longer. My hands meet at the back of his neck, pushing his head to my lips. I want to push him all the way in. All the fvckin way in. This not wanting to have sex. Yes, i do want to do him right now. Of course. But what im talking about is more than sex. I want to be as close to him as possible. I want to be one with him. Not just rubbing organs together.

Although, i do want to rub things with things right now. So much. So fvckin much. Its an instinct. I want to move my hips against his but i dont have the right setting for it right now, so i can only push my hip forward, into him, onto him. He exhales against my lips at that and then he pushes his tounge out, asking for permission. I give in willingly and he starts exploring my mouth. French kiss me baby. Fvck me with your tounge. Ive always wanted to say that, but it gets lost at the tip of my tounge because my tounge is being sucked on right now.

Forgive me God for i am sinning.

Our tounges move against and with each other so beautifully, i dont even have the time to feel taken aback by the fact that im french kissing, meaning our tongues are a hot mess. I swear nothing about this boy can disgust me right this moment. I will accept anything coming from him. If he asks me to give up my seat forever, i will say yeas, sire. As pitiful as it is to admit. Right this fvckin moment, I would do anything he wants me to do.

His hands move down to my neck. I think he, too, wants to be in contact with my skin. Well, serves me right.

"Suzy.." He puffs for breath but doesnt forget to place another peck on my lips. No one has ever uttered my name in this most spicy and burning way.

Ive had enough kisses to last me a lifetime but no. I will never have enough of this boy's.. anything.. His fingers are between my hair, his perfume mingling with this boyish scent that reminds me of sex as if i need to be reminded.

Then, all go downhills as I observe that both our breaths are still in intermittent rushes.

Mr.Hills, the principal, comes up the stairs, barging in on us.

Heeeyyy! A whole chapter dedicated to kissing. Well, hell yeah! Loves and Kisses