sooo.....kinda awkward.....lol. but its great how there's a funny chapter in all this emotional heartache. Thanks KenoshaChick! <3
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The sounds of singing birds awoke me from an ungodly pleasant slumber. Normally, the impromptu wake-up call would have been unwelcome, but my lingering good mood from the previous evening kept me in good spirits. I found myself in my own bed, alone, once again. It was definitely not where I fell asleep last night. I stretched comfortably, leaving my arms to lie above my head. I relaxed there for a while, reliving my last few conscious memories. It started out much like every other evening had for the past couple of weeks. Initially, Sasha and I were laughing over the unfortunate exploits of Jim Dixon in Lucky Jim, but by the time Christine Callaghan showed up it became obvious Sasha was not paying attention to the text whatsoever. The feel of his lips ghosting of my neck made it difficult for me to pay attention as well.
"Hey...are you done?" I asked.
"Hm?" he hummed back.
"With this page? Are you finished?" I sat with my back against his chest; the best position for reading a book simultaneously. My fingers tugged at the page in question. I could feel an increased drumming begin to thrum between us. Unfortunately, it was quite obvious where the sound was coming from. It was not fair how noticeable my physical reactions were.
"Uh...," he stammered. His cold breath ran down my neck. Gooseflesh appeared for a mere second until my warm blood heated my skin. "I must admit, I was not reading."
"I surmised as much."
"You know," he purred against my ear. It tickled, and I instinctively moved away just an inch. Sasha used the moment of distraction to pluck the book out from my hands. For some reason, I thought to object.
"Hey-"
"Your skin is far more interesting."
All thoughts of the book were gone as he placed open mouth kisses along my throat. I took a large gulp against my breath which had increased in speed slightly. I involuntarily squirmed in my seat, not taking time to figure out why. I arched my back and bent my neck to expose more of my skin to him. Without realizing it, I fisted the fabric of his black jeans above his knees. I became aware when his long fingers flowed over the tops of both my hands. I felt him smile against my skin.
"Should we return to our reading?" he asked coyly. With my head still clouded, I actually whimpered in response. "Oh, Nessie," he breathed. And for once, he sounded out of breath.
Quickly, he turned me around so I was kneeling between his legs, attacking my lips with unabashed enthusiasm. My hands clasped the sides of his face, then combed through his silky hair, tugging at it slightly. He exhaled a pleasurable groan into my mouth. He pressed forward because I was sitting upright. Instead of pushing back, I let him continue to press on, so that eventually I was on my back on the large sofa. He kneeled on all fours above me, not putting any of his weight on me, not even letting any part of his middle touch mine. I took in a deep breath when he moved his mouth to my jaw. I wanted him...closer. Whatever that meant. That thought alone caused a haze in my brain. I moved my hands to grip his torso and tried to pull his body towards me, but his elbows didn't relent. I tugged again, hoping he would take the hint. He chuckled against my ear. I merely grunted.
"Your parents will be back soon," he whispered, before pecking my lips once, twice. He was right. We hadn't been checked in on in a good thirty minutes. I wondered if I could ever convince my parents to let me get my own apartment.
