That Trouty Mouth of His

Chapter 3: His Magical Lips

Now he was still leaning towards me. I could feel his breath against my neck. He slightly pulled back and quietly said, "Blaine?"
I didn't answer. I didn't know what to say. Should I tell him I had loved ever since him the day we met? Should I just take him in my arms and kisses him? Or should I just shut up and not say anything? My thoughts chain got cut off by him getting up from his place.

"I knew I shouldn't have said anything. I knew I would ruin this," he said, blaming himself.
I looked up at him. He looked back at me.
"I'm sorry, Blaine. I didn't want to make things awkward between us. I saw you and All those feelings came rushing in, I couldn't hide them. I reall didn-..." I cut him off, grabbing his hand. "Sam. Shut up. I love you."

His eyes sparkled. I could sense his joy. He smiled slightly, in a dorkish, yet adorable way. "R-really?" He asked, now his smile was wider.
"Yes. Really." I smiled wide back at him and gently pulled him down. "Ever since the first day. I had loved you since then. And I actually cannot believe this is happening right now. You are literally the guy of my dreams."

"You are mine, too." He replied.
Those four words were enough to kill me. I was literally crying inside. I couldn't believe Sam Evans had just said that to me. The same Sam Evans I had a lot of hot dreams about. The guy who never left my thoughts. The guy I wanted to spend the rest of my life with.

I tilted my head a little, looking at his face, examining every detail of it closely. He was looking into my eyes. I loved him.

He pulled me closer to him. He leaned in and kissed my lips. His lips softly brushed against mine, I was in heaven.
His lips were soft just as much as they were big. They were juicey. I wanted to bite on them.
I kissed him back, pulling him even closer to me, and wrapping my arms around his neck.
I loved him.

He was so gentle. He was an amazing kisser. He was Sam. I wanted to rip his clothes right off him and kiss his bare chest that I had seen a lot before, but never had the courage to touch.
He was in my arms. I still couldn't believe it. Again, I loved him.

He pulled back slightly from the kiss and looked at my eyes. He traced his thumb on my bottom lip and whispered, "You're perfect."

I blushed, he could notice it. "You are the one who's perfect," I said. "I honestly can't believe you just kissed me."
He chuckled. He was so adorable. I could hold him for a thousand years and just look at his eyes.

He kissed me again. It felt even better than the first time. It was harder and more passionate, his lips were sucking on my bottom lip as I was sucking on his top one. I ran my hands all over his body, feeling his muscules. He was so muscular, he had the perfect body. I wanted to take all off his clothes now, I really wanted to.

So I did.