My fingers tangle in Gavin's hair, massaging my fingers against his scalp and lifting my hips to meet his.
He pulls away from my neck to look into my eyes before his lips attach to mine again.
His hand and forearm support his wait as he grinds his bulge against the apex of my thigh. Quiet moans sound from my throat, but I don't pull away to enjoy the feeling of our bodies creating friction. If this is anything like actually having sex, I'm going to enjoy this.
I free my hands from Gavin's head and trail them down his neck to his sculpted shoulders and then muscular chest and stomach.
Our lips make a popping sound every time they disconnect and then join again, and usually I would be flustered by the sound, but now it only adds to the need.
I bring my hands to the zipper of my sweatshirt and unzip it, though, I don't get far when his hand stops me.
"Gavin-"
"I want to do it," He breaths and locks his lips with mine again.
I'm out of breath, too out of breath, though I can't seem to find the will power to stop. I push my chest up to meet his and all that does is release a throaty growl from his throat.
"You're not making this easy," he mumbles against my lips.
"It's not supposed to be," I smirk even though the lightheartedness I'm feeling is pretty abnormal.
"Right," he mutters and lifts his head, his eyes straying to my half unzipped jacket which reveals my White tank-top. "Fuck."
I bite my lip and look up at him through my eye lashes.
He groans. "Don't do that."
If it is even possible, I think the bulge in his pants has grown.
"Why?" I try not to smile.
"It just creates ways in mind to fuck you senseless," he shakes his head. "Then I have to tell myself that you're still a virgin."
This time I do laugh. Seeing him all strained and out of control is really fun.
"I'm right here, Gavin," I raise an eyebrow and he sits up so he's straddling my legs and then grabs my hands, lifting me so my face is almost aligned with his.
The humor is almost gone, only the look of uncertainty and lust shows through his darkened eyes.
He takes a deep breath and looks down at my chest, more like the zipper. I can't help but to let my eyes follow his hand as is hesitantly grabs the metal and tugs down. It's a painfully slow process and when the track is finally down to the end, he spreads the two sides and looks at me.
"I just want you to know," he starts. "That I love you."
It's not a secret that he's wary about something. I don't know what it is. Whether he's worried about hurting me or thinks I'll regret it later, I don't know.
"I love you, too," I cup his face between my hands and kiss his lips.
His hands land on my waist where he also lifts up my undershirt and throws it to the ground.
Next he kisses my collarbone and I arch my back when I feel his fingers go for the clasp to my bra. I let him slide it away from my arms and watch as he bites his lip.
I fall back against the bed with him on top of me, but it isn't long before he's trailing kisses down my neck to the valley of my breasts all the way to my navel.
His tongue swirls against the skin there and it's such a foreign, exotic feeling that it has me moaning his name and tugging at his hair. He just needs to go a little lower.
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Teen Fiction"What you said hurt, asshole. What did you think would happen?" I yell in his face. I'm so angry that I could most definitely shove his face into the brick wall. "How was I supposed to act after you kiss my brother?!" He shouts back. "Your an even...
