(warm - sg lewis)
Brad's hands were next on either sides of her cheeks, as he kissed her. Everything felt fast. Fast like it wasn't real. A feeling shoots through her body, like when taking drugs. Elizabeth kissed properly back.
Her shirt was thrown on the floor, where his already laid. Elizabeth looked at his bare torso. She noticed a silver necklace around his neck, with a cross. It glistened. Her eyes went up to his, but before she could look, he reconnected their lips.
Skin against skin, almost slow but quick movements, making their heart race rapid. Brad held her body and lips close to his, while approaching the dresser. Their steps was sloppy and unfocused.
Brad stopped kissing her. His hands was on her shoulders, as he pulled down the straps of her bra. His forehead was pressed against hers. Both of their chests rose and fell in a fast pace.
Brad's head was moved a bit back, and Elizabeth looked at his face. His lips were plump and pink. His brown orbs were looking down. His hands went to her back, and unclasped her bra. He took it off with his darkened eyes following his movements.
Elizabeth was glancing at him. His hair was messy, down on his forehead. His eyes caught hers. There was something attentive in the way the looked at each other.
The eye contact did not last long until Brad started to kiss her again. Her hands were in his hair, his hands were on her back, creating no space between their torsos. It was getting warmer.
They both didn't really think about what they were doing, but they didn't stop. Especially Brad's mind was off, as it happened to be a lot. Maybe it was him consuming drugs, alcohol and cigarettes.
Elizabeth's fingers tangled into his thick wavy hair. She felt joy. At that point every worry she had disappeared. Brad pushed his hips closer to hers. A satisfied sigh escaped her lips.
He grabbed her thighs, carrying her over to the bed. Brad took off his jeans, Elizabeth sat up in the bed looking at him with anticipation. She needed him. He crawled up in the bed, reconnecting his lips to hers, his hands on her waist. He lay her down, and Elizabeth felt the cold sheets surround her body.
The kiss was heated and fast. Brad's hands went to her jeans, unbuttoning them yet again fast. Not because he wanted to get it over with like with those women he didn't know, simply because he was craving her. Craving her lips again, craving her body, craving her. Elizabeth's jeans were off, but it was no longer cold in the bed.
He started kissing her jaw, and down her neck, sucking on her delicate skin. Elizabeth's chest rose and fell, her breathing became uneven. Of course, they were both aware of what was happening, but a part of their actions happened because of their intoxication. Then again, they didn't stop. There was no point to it now. There was no point when they wanted it that much.
He planted soft kisses on her chest down her stomach, which Brad never usually did. And maybe that was why he felt different. He usually didn't take time to do this, usually he would get it over with in a rush, but that night was an exception. She was.
His hands were touchy, roaming her body. She wrapped her legs around his torso, as he got closer to her face again. The room seemed tidier, heavy breathing and soft moans filled the thick air.
They never knew that this was what they wanted.
