Bobcat

Affirmation of Love

NSFW:

Chapter Songs:
If You Let Me - Sinead Harnett
Losin' Control - Russ

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Cole's POV:

I had pulled away slowly, my eyes instantly searching over her face for any sign of regret from the words that left her mouth. Her dark forest green eyes were locked on mine. Her lips were parted an inch away from mine, and my fingers slowly moved to push her shoulder length, slightly curly hair away from her eyes. They seemed almost pleading as I leaned forward again, destroying the inch of space between us. Her lips were smooth against mine, and my fingers moved to hold the side of her face, my finger tips in her hair. My other arm pulled her small body closer to mine. Her body relaxed against my touch, taking my reaction as a notion of how much I loved her back. I felt her leg slide over my thigh as she moved to straddle my waist. Her small thin fingers were pressed against my cheeks as I slid my hands over her thighs and to hold her small waist.

Her lips were parted against mine. Our lips were moving together roughly as I let my fingers graze against the skin just below the seam of her shirt. Her fingers pushed their way through my hair before sliding down my neck to my chest, tugging at my own shirt. I slid my hands over her bare sides before sliding them over her bare back. I felt her shiver against my chest, but I knew it wasn't because she was cold. My fingers caught against the material strapped against her back. I pulled gently at the claps, letting it fall open. She pulled away slightly, her fingers pulling at the hem of her shirt. She pulled it over her head and dropped it and the lacy material to the floor, letting it drop from her finger tips.

Her fingers moved back to my cheeks as my eyes raked over her body. She was the most beautiful girl that I had ever been with. I felt my breath leave my body like it did every time I laid my eyes on her. She tugged my chin gently, pulling my lips back to hers before her hands slid down my chest and stomach to the hem of my own shirt. She pulled back slowly, pulling my shirt over my head. She dropped mine on the ground next to hers before her small hands moved to the back of my neck. She pressed her bare chest against mine, my hands sliding gently over her bare back again.

She was so small and exposed to me. Her lips pressed eagerly against mine, almost as if eager to please. I had to protect this beautiful girl at all costs. I had spent so much time trying to share her with the world that I could afford to be selfish for the rest of the day, maybe even rest of the week perhaps. She was mine and only mine.

My hands slid under her ass as I sat up, standing up with her thighs against my hips. I slid my arm under her for support as I moved my other hand to the small of her back. Her skin was warm and soft under my touch as I cried her up the stairs. I didn't know how someone could have skin this wonderful. She really was the perfect woman, inside and out.

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Delia's POV:

His finger tips were pressed into my hips firmly, so tightly that there might have been light bruising in the morning. I didn't care. I was sat in his lap on our shared bed. I leaned down as I straddled his waist, my hips repeatedly, slowly hitting against his in the silence of the town house. I slid my hands over his bare chest, my eyes looking over his toned body as I leaned. I pressed my lips to his, his large hand moving to the back of my neck. My lips parted against his as his free hand slid over my stomach and continued even lower. His fingers rubbed against my sensitivity before moving his hands over my stomach to slide over my chest. He held my chest in his hands, squeezing gently, kneading them with his fingers.

I had finally said the words back, and I was getting every positive reaction I could have ever gotten from someone. My nervousness had subsided into the feeling of his lips against mine. He had pulled away slightly. His lips were wondering over my collarbone and down the valley of my chest. My eyes fluttered closed at the feeling of his lips against my skin as he sucked and nipped gently. I pushed my fingers through his hair as I let out a soft strangled moan at the feeling of his lips sucking against my chest. I felt his hands move to my waist, pulling me down against the bed.

I felt his weight shift on the bed before his lips found mine again, his body hovering over mine. His finger tips were still pressed into my skin as my fingers tangled in the hair at the back of his neck. His body was pressed against mine as his hips began to meet mine in a rhythmic pattern. This was slower and more controlled than every previous time put together. It was gentle and his touch was soft but longing against my skin. His finger tips were cold as they moved up my waist and over my side. His lips pulled away from mine. They traced over the corner of my mouth and my cheek and over my jaw. My eyes fluttered shut again at the sincere contact.

This was the most gentle he had ever been with me. Every movement was slow and filled with a lustful longing. My hands slid over his shoulders as his lips gently sucked at my neck, nipping and kissing at the early on stage bruising that was soon to appear darker than the time before. My lips parted as I felt his hand slide over my chest before reaching out to grip the head rest. His fingers curled around the metal cylinders that made up the headboard. The sound of the head board against the wall and his hips meeting mine echoed around the room followed by the sound of our soft moans.

He had me exactly where he wanted me. I had admitted that I was in love for the first time in my life, not just to him but to myself. He's all I could have ever asked for. My hands slid from his shoulders to his back, pulling his bare chest against mine. My hand slid up his back and into his hair. I gently pulled, turning my head slowly, my lips finding his again. His free hand was gripping my waist so intensely that bruising was starting to form already, dark and purple against my olive skin. I knew that if he kept this up, I wasn't going to last much longer.

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Cole's POV:

I let my lips wonder over the side of her neck. Her small body was beginning to shake under mine as I let my hips slowly pound into hers. Her fingers were dragging against the skin on my shoulders. Her legs had wrapped around my hips as my lips moved over the underside of her jaw. I was kissing and nipping over the light few freckles that lead from behind her ear and down her exposed neck. Her lips grazed against my ear lightly as her fingers moved up my neck. She let out a soft, throaty moan as I felt her hit her high. I had hit mine moments ago, but I couldn't stand to stop. I wanted to hear her come undone underneath me.

Her nails scraped down my neck and over my shoulders to my back. My back arched at her touch as I moved my lips from her neck over her collarbone. I sucked at her skin gently as I made the movement of my hips quicker and slightly more sloppy. Her high got stronger around me. Her whimpers had moved to full moans, and her moans had moved to the soft scream of my name.

I let her ride out her high as her body shook under mine. I had slowly gotten still, letting my body rest against hers. I felt her teeth graze against my ear before tugging it gently with her lips. I moved to press my lips against hers, but she had pulled away slowly. Her legs came unwrapped from my waist as she rolled over onto her stomach. I sat back on my knees, watching her. My heart was beating in my chest faster than it ever had before. Just seeing her in front of me, vulnerable, made my heart even softer towards her.

She looked at me slowly over her shoulder, her bottom lip captured between her teeth. She looked up at me through her eye lashes. Her dark green eyes had me captured as I leaned forward slightly, sliding my hands over her bare ass. She leaned back on her knees and elbows, physically begging for more of my touch. I obliged. My large hand met against her left ass cheek with a soft crack against her skin. Her eyes closed quickly and her brow furrowed at the contact. She wanted another round.

I slid my hands over her ass to her hips, moving to push my hips into hers again. Her back was arched in front of me at the contact. She pushed her hips back against mine, her hair falling over her shoulder. This girl in front of me was just as beautiful as the day I met her. I leaned over her, my hands sliding up her back slowly. One of my hands slid over her shoulder, my finger tips pressing against her neck as my other hand wrapped itself in her hair, pulling her head back a bit forcefully. She let out a soft strangled moan as her eyes closed against at the coarse motions.

My fingers untangled from her hair as I leaned down, pressing my lips to her back. I dragged my lips slowly up her back and over her shoulder. Her body shivered again at the contact as I slid my hand up her arm and over her shoulder. I dragged my finger tips down the skin of her back.

She was absolutely beautiful, and she was mine. She was mine. Only mine. I was in love with this girl. I would give this girl everything. I already was giving her everything that I had to offer. I found myself, even in this significant moment of affirmation of love, wondering when she planned on not coming back. I found myself wondering when the heartache would ensue the day I woke up without her.