Gabriel

40. It's Just A No

     MAEVE

     I wake with his hand tracing up and down my spine while the sun sheds soft light onto our naked bodies. Somehow in the night, I must've maneuvered so now I'm laying on my front, with my left arm thrown across his chest. I feel my hand rise and fall steadily with his chest as he breathes. I open my eyes slowly, letting them adjust to the light shining through my window.

     My eyes automatically flick to the clock, and seeing as it's only 6:45, I take my time waking up. Although I dread going to school today, I really don't want to miss anything important.

     Did that really happen? I question, unbelieving of last night's events as my heart starts to pound faster. I clench my thighs tightly as I remember his touch, his movements, but most of all, those three magical words.

     I love you, we had both said. I didn't regret it, not one bit, for I truly do love him, with all my heart, but I'm silently worried that his feelings were... intensified because of what we were doing, and that it was said on his part more out of passion than of love.

     The pain in my groin and my breasts stuns me momentarily, preventing me from moving. I groan as I try again, wincing as I sit up.

     "Good morning, beautiful", he murmurs as a serene smile stretches across his handsome face and this feeling in my heart swells again and again until I feel like I could burst. God, he's so fücking handsome. I don't know how I caught him– with a twist of fate and a bit of luck, I guess.

     I push myself up further with my hand, leaning down to press a soft kiss to his lips before laying down on his chest with my arms tucked under my chin. I throw a leg over his warm ones, heating my cold feet with his calves.

     "I'm cold", I whine in explanation to my sudden movements, before cuddling up closer to his warm body. I feel his laugh through his chest and the dull tingling sensation I experience whenever we touch amplifies. He wraps his arms around my waist, letting his fingers go back to work up and down my back. I kiss his chest, then make my way up, trailing my lips along his neck, his jaw line, and his cheek, just before I bite his upper lip.

     "Maeve", he moans and grips my thighs that have suddenly found their way around his hips. Reminding me of last night's multiple positions, I groan at the recollection.

     He thrust faster, trying to take control, but I push down on his chest, stopping him altogether.

     "Don't even try", I scold seductively, rolling my hips once for effect. He groans and his eyes roll back as he slouches back onto the mattress.

     "Who knew how much of a freak you are?" He teases, between labored breaths.

     "Only for you, babe", I reply sarcastically, swaying my hips again slowly.

     The sheets somehow found their way onto the ground, and although the heater is turned off, our warm bodies have warmed the room, sending sweat dripping down my back. It glistens on his rock-hard abs and as I slowly slide up and down him, taking my time, the tension begins to build up again for the third time. As I lean forward, resting my palms on either side of his head, the changed angle starts to hit my sweet spot. My arms tremble and I start to move faster, not even caring when he takes control, his hips meeting me thrust for thrust. My breasts bounce painfully against my chest, but he takes them roughly in his hands, kneading and groping while softly running the pads of his thumbs over my nipples.

     "C-can you-", I start timidly, but it's like he's read my mind. His left hand leaves my breast, in favor of stroking my sensitive bud above m entrance. My eyes roll back and an involuntary whimper escapes my lips. I tense up suddenly as I'm thrown over the edge, but he keeps moving, grunting as he pushes harder and his movements become jerkier. We keep up this insane pace, only our moans and the sound of skin hitting skin filling the room. Out of nowhere, a fourth ørgasm hits me.