Nobody Said it was Easy // Taylor Caniff and Cameron Dallas

All of Me Loves All of You

Omg. I'm sorry for not updating. My dad made me watch a really long Obama sponsored thing. It was really boring. Here it goes.. Enjoy this chapter ;) I have to give you something so you can be happy since school is tomorrow. My birthday is on thursday!
XOXO
-Layla

Quinns POV
I arose to the feeling of being laid down on something soft. My heavy eyelids fluttered open, but it took a second for my eyes to adjust to the darkness. I was in Taylors room on his bed. I shuffled a little, trying to look for Taylor. I spotted him by his dresser.
Taylor was siting on his desk looking at something. I squinted my eyes, straining for a better look. Before I could make out what it was, he placed it on his dresser. Taylor gave a barely audible sigh of longing and stood. He stretched his arms over his head, making every muscle rigid. I practically fell off the bed trying to get a better view.
Taylors POV
I heard the sheets ruffling, so I turned around. To see Quinn propped up on my bed, leaning forward. Her hair was tousled and she was heavy with sleep. She was still the most angelic thing I had ever seen. Her big, bright eyes were blinking rapidly every few seconds. She was probably trying to stay awake. I couldn't blame her.
I walked over to her. I removed the bandana from her head, then mine.
I stood at the side of the bed and frowned. "Are you going to take that sweatshirt off? It looks uncomfortable." I had already taken mine off. She gently ditched the jacket, and when she pulled it over her head, her shirt came up a little.
I gaped, mouth opening and closed like a fishes. She was perfect, every inch of her. I hungrily watched her toss the thing on the floor. placed my hands on either side of her, carefully pushing her back down against the pillows.
Her breathing came out a little faster. I pressed my body against hers, still supporting my own weight. I felt her rapid heartbeat. I bent me head down toward hers. Our lips crashed into each others. I could feel the warmth between us as she wound her arms around my neck and lost her fingers inside my hair.
The kiss got more intense, I parted my lips. She parted hers too, deepening the passionate exchange. My mouth explored hers, memorizing every inch. Her hands moved down to the hem of my shirt. She tugged it upward and over my head. I heard it land, but could care less.
All I cared about was Quinn. She rotated so now she was on top. Out bodies fit perfectly together, like puzzle peices. My hands cupped her face. Her right hand trailed up and down my side, sending a shiver of pleasure through my body. Her left hand was beside my head, supporting some weight. Even so, our bodies were pressed against each other. She moaned and flopped down next to me.
We laid there for a few minutes, until our ragged breathing slowed. I pulled her close, her head resting atop my chest. One hand absently played with her long hair, the other tightly held hers. I murmured, "All of me, loves all of you." We fell asleep like that, wrapped in our own bubble of compassion.