Opposites Attract (Marcel&Louis Stylinson)

Chapter 16

"Y- you what?" My eyes widened at his words as he leaned back properly on his pillow to look me in the eyes.

"I... I," He began.

"Marcel, are you messing with me right now? Because it's not cool to mess with my sexual frustration whenever I'm around you," I stated.

Marcel giggled a bit then he shifted comfrotably under me as I adjusted my body to hover over top of him. My smaller form fitting perfectly above his taller form.

"You really want to do this? You're ready?" I seriously asked as I looked into his dark eyes due to the lack of light in the room.

Marcel hesitated for a bit but slowly nodded after a minute.

"Baby," I leaned down, making our noses bush each others, "This is serious. Are you sure?"

"I- I want to. I just.. I don't know how," Marcel shyly admitted, "I- I want to."

"Okay." I simply said.

I placed a soft kiss to his forehead before tilting down to the crook of his neck. I began to place harsh, desparate kisses there. I bit and sucked but made sure it wouldn't hurt him. He gripped the skin on my back and moaned. Our hips began to move and rock together. Marcel took off his glasses and threw it to the ground, then continued to grip my back. I leaned up from working on his neck to start kissing his beautiful, plumped lips. We both were desparate for each other, mouths working together to earn pleasure, tongues dancing together adding more heat to our desire, and my fingers gripped and caressed his lucious hair to enjoy the moment. I moved back to his neck and he moaned into the touch, Marcel pulled both of his hands down my back and into my pants, he grabbed onto my bum and whispered into my left ear,

"Make love to me."

I quickly pulled back and smiled. He must really want to. He must really want me. I don't know though, he's so fragile and innocent. I'm scared he'll regret me being his first. Though, I'm his first at everything when it comes to our relationship and what we do in our relationship. But this beautiful boy told me he wanted to wait until marriage. I don't want to... ruin him.

Maybe if I take it a bit further before we go all the way, he'll realize he won't want to do this and he won't get hurt.

"Okay," I lied.

I strip away my pants, leaving my boxers on. Marcel's eyes widened at my couragenous and he looked puzzled.

"Here, baby, I'll help you with yours." I suggested.

I unzipped his pants for him and helped him slid it down. He kicked it off to the ground and blushed. He's got pretty nice legs for a guy I must say. He then proceeded to take off his shirt and threw that aside.

"Wow," my eyes widened a bit by the look of this beautiful human being in front of me, "You're... beautiful."

I could sense him blushing in the dark room. I was kneeling and he lied in between my thighs. I slowly leaned down and started at heated kiss. We were both pretty hard at this point, desparate for each others bodies. Marcel returned his hands to my bum, pushing me down to rock my hips with his, never leaving our kiss.

Why isn't he resisting? Why isn't he stopping here?

His hardness rubbed on mine making me want him even more. Oh god, if we take this all the way then I'll be pretty fucking happy but I really don't want to do this to him, taking his innocence away I mean. I broke away from our kiss and pulled away from his hip a bit to hover over top of him which took me a lot of strength to do.. ugh.

"Di- did I do it wrong?" He looked so cute and innocent, like a little boy scared of disappointing his parents.

My right hand went up to fix his curls for him, "No baby. You're perfect."