I was swimming. I was flying. I was so deliriously high that it should be illegal.
I was floating in a sea of soft kisses and warm hands and Axe cologne. I never really thought about how good Elijah smelled until he was all I could smell.
One hand was on my thigh, holding it to his waist and the other was hold him up. He kept moving his hand up and down as his thumb caressed my heated flesh. I think I was burning.
I was burning and drowning from how hot he made me and his mouthwatering cologne.
I don't even know how this little make out session started. Just that he showed up a hour ago with the false intent of wanting to play 2K with my brother. And to be fair he did play that stupid game with my dumber brother, for all of twenty minutes before he was sliding his gorgeous ass into my bedroom. I had been watching Criminal Minds then, while simultaneously entertaining my friends in our group chat.
He didn't even knock on the door, he just barged in and hasn't left since, no matter how much I told him to.
Of course my irritation at him disturbing my personal bubble disappeared as soon as his heated fingers touched my cold left foot.
His fingers truly were magical.
And now I was here, in the midst of the longest and slowest kiss I've ever been in for the past thirty minutes.
He didn't say anything. He didn't try to remove my short purple cotton shorts or pull the strap of my black tink top from my shoulder. His hand slipped under my risen shirt before but he never went past my ribs. My legs were wrapped around him but his magical fingers never moved past my inner thigh. His finger tips didn't even touch the edge of my lace boy shorts.
A part of me wondered why he hasn't tried to have sex with me yet, but then I really couldn't think to much when he was sucking my jaw the way he was right now.
I was also going crazy right now with want for him and I know for a fact- due to the certain hard part of his anatomy pushing against my thigh- that he was too.
His large hand slides higher up my thigh and I think finally, finally, that he was going to touch me but then he slides his hand back down. I move my face away from his lips with a frustrated groan. All of his ministrations stop and he sits up straighter to look me in the face.
"What your game?" I sounded winded. Breathless.
He chuckles, giving me a lopsided grin that was so completely gorgeous that it could've literally melted my panties off if it was possible. He cups my cheek with the hand that was previously burning my thigh. "I'm not playing a game, baby."
I ignore the skipping of my heart at the casual use of endearment. "So what do you call kissing me like this for the past half hour and not making one move to fuck?"
He shrugs, his grin widening. "I don't know- seduction maybe?"
I chuckle too, my smile matching his. I snake my arms around his neck, pulling him down slightly. "Seduction?" I sultry whisper. "Don't you now I've decided to be celibate."
He looks surprised momentarily but he recovers quickly and is leaning down further til our lips are inches apart. His eyes glance down before flicking back up quickly into mines. "Celibacy? Since when?"
"Since you dissed me three days ago." My voice didn't even portray the slight anger that was still settled in me from his rude behavior the other day. My acting coach would be proud.
He looks guilty and that's a plus I guess but I honestly don't even think I'm that mad at him even more. I mean, how could I when he kissed me like he did today and yesterday? That celibacy thing didn't seem so bad though and I already told him I was so I might as well keep it up.
He moves a curl from my eyes and licks his swollen lip before answering. That breathtaking grin of his was no where in sight. "I'm sorry about that, babygirl, it was wrong and selfish and well I never did say that I was that smart."
"I'm gonna need you to repeat that while I record it for future reference," I joke. "It's okay though, I wasn't even worried about it anymore. I do think I'm going to stick to that celibacy thing, it might teach you some control."
His grin was back and for some reason a part of me was happy to see it. Like really, stupidly happy. "Really?" He starts caressing my thigh again. "Are you sure you want to refrain from sexing all of this?" He licks my neck causing me to let out a loud and silly bout of laughter as he pushes all of his body against mines. "Your ticklish now?"
His fingers, those fingers that I was just praising for being so magical and wonderful, we're now being torturous little machines as they tickled my ribs, my stomach, and even my neck. I laughed so hard I couldn't even breath. There were tears falling from my eyes and I'm pretty sure my face was as red as a tomato.
I got to the point of begging him to stop, actually begging, as he continued to torture my poor bones with his horrible fingers. "Stop it," I manage to choke out in between my relentless laughter. "Elijah, stop it please."
He finally stood with a smile of his own on his swollen lips. Then he just looks down at me with dark unreadable eyes. I was still panting from all the laughing and my stomach was cramping. Slowly my head rate returned to normal and the color drained from my cheeks, or at least I hoped, and he was still staring at me.
"Eli," I start only for him to shush me.
"Don't talk," he whispers. He leans down, climbing between my spread legs as his hand lifted to touch my cheek. "I just, sometimes when I really look at you. Just you, I realize how amazingly beautiful you are."
I didn't like how excited I got hearing those words. Boys called me beautiful all the time, it really shouldn't have mattered that he thought I was to. But it did. It did and a part of me wanted to ruin this moment by being smart just to make the ridiculous excitement and bashfulness go away. But then I never wanted him to stop looking at me the way he was right now.
So I don't say anything and he continues.
"Jealynn, we've known each other since middle school. We watched each other grow up and for that your already something special to me. Your the best dancer I've ever seen. Your one of the most conceited girls ever but still generous and kind when you want to be. Your beautiful, inside and out, and for that I'll wait for you to break this stupid little celibacy thing and I'll still be your boyfriend. So be mine, for real this time."
I was speechless. No had never made a speech like that to me before. And he was so sincere and so compelling that naturally my only answer could be: "Yes."
He smiles and I smile and then his lips were on mine again so naturally all thoughts except what it felt like to be kissing him disappeared.
