What It's Like Loving an Idiot

Forty Four || Ravage

"What are you doing?" I question James's actions as he pulls me so I'm standing in between his knees.

He raises an eyebrow at me, "Don't act like you don't know. You know exactly what I'm trying to do." He tells me and lets go of my hands, slowly placing them on the back of my thighs. I put my hands on his broad shoulders and he looks up at me with that same smile that always manages to get me.

"Well, don't just stand there," he tells me with a certain amount of humor within his sentence. His smile doesn't falter for even a moment. I lean down and gently peck his lips and as I am about to pull away, James pulls me closer to him, against him. His mood has changed, it's different, the way he is right now. Of course, I know what he wants, it's sex. He's wanted it since he got that cast on. I'm not going to lie, it's been too long for me too, and I don't think I can wait until tomorrow when he gets it off. I need him right now.

As he sits at the end of the bed with his feet flat on the floor, I feel my own feet leave the floor as I move to straddle his lap. In a more comfortable way, I wrap my legs around him. His hands move to my almost bare back. As I become more and more invested in James's goal, I am suddenly very aware that we are not the only people in this apartment anymore.

I pull away from James, but I can tell that he really, really didn't want me to. He groans in annoyance as he looks up at me. As much as he might be annoyed with me, the lust in his eyes does not disperse. "What's wrong," he questions me, but instead and waiting for my response, his hands slide over my ass as he pulls me against him. Immediately, I begin to feel him beneath him. I feel as my stomach begins to stir at the way he's making me feel. Wasting zero seconds waiting for my response, his lips land on my neck and move in a way that is unexpected, good, but unexpected.

I struggle to find my voice as James's mouth manages to create a sensation that always sends chills down my body. I'm at a loss for words. What on earth was I going to tell him? I just can't remember. Welp, I am at the point where James can make me forget things with his very... special set of skills. Well, I suppose it's not so much a set of skills, but his mouth, his tongue, his lips. I moan at the way his mouth moves down my neck to my collarbone, leaving a trail of kisses in his path. Oh, lord, I know where this is going.

Oh, fuck it.

I pull the hem of his tee shirt and I have the fabric off of his torso in very little time. I feel him smile against my skin. James pulls away for a moment and looks me in the eyes. "Lock the door."

I smile at his statement. As soon as I get off him and my feet hit the floor, my head feels fuzzy, but the good kind. It's the kind that I get when I'm with James like this. I quickly rush to lock the door. "Lights on or off?" I ask him before I walk over to the bed.

Half his mouth turns into a smile, "On."

I almost run back over to him as he lays on the bed. He's now laying flat on his back and I take this opportunity to climb on the bed and on top on him. I straddle his lap, putting my legs on either side of his hips. He stares up at me with that same amount of lust that he had been since he started this whole thing. Deciding that he doesn't want to waste anymore time, James slides his hands over my thighs and I move forward and press my lips against his. In every way that I can possibly explain, I love the way his mouth moves with mine. I think it's the way how I start out to be in control of our kiss, but he always ends up taking it. His tongue moves in absolute sync with mine and even I don't want to waste anymore time. I reach behind me and undo my bra, throwing it somewhere behind me. I lay my body flat against his, feeling his bare skin against mine. As James kisses me with a slight change and by that I mean, a certain type of need is showing in him. As his lips ravage mine, he flips us over so he's above me as he holds himself up with his arms. He looks down at me with this expression on his face that makes me unsure of what his next move might be.