Before it ends

And so it was....

"Osmosis?"
"Osmosis is the movement of water from a high water concentration to a low water concentration through a partially permeable membrane."
"Where does it take place?"
"In all living cells." I smiled up at Ryan triumphantly.
"You are so going to smash this test." He encouraged, I sat on Ryan's bed with flashcards and highlighters surrounding us. We'd been revising for about two hours straight, it was extremely hard to concentrate with the sexual tension in the room. Ryan kept staring at me, his eyes kept scanning my body and I couldn't help but shiver under his gaze. It was as if he was emitting static, my hairs stood on end and everything was on high alert. I could only imagine how it would feel to be with him. Fully.
"Are you nervous?"
"What?" I turned to Ryan. He was starring at me attentively. His hand was resting on my thighs and his eyebrows were scrunched up in confusion.
"You have nothing to worry about." I nodded.
"I know." I gave his hand a small squeeze. "I'm going to smash this test right?"
"Yep." He inched closer. This whole time there'd been a barrier of books and flashcards separating us. For safety, but suddenly he crossed the boarder and his hands rested on my waist.
"That's not all you're gonna smash." A sly smirk crept up onto his face and his body moved impossibly closer. Ryan definitely didn't waste any time. His lips were on mine as soon as the territory was crossed. My hands went to their natural place, in his hair, and his crept to my ass. Soon enough, he was guiding me on top of him and my legs were wrapped around his torso.

This was where we would usually stop.

I could feel him awake underneath me and I was more than excited too. My heart beat was racing and I couldn't stop rocking my hips.

His mouth travelled all over me, my neck my collar bone and everywhere else. Licking, sucking, kissing. I released a strangled moan whilst he left a trail of heat down my chest, at first I could hardly recognise my own voice, it was filled with something undecipherable.

I saw the smile that braced his face.
"God I love that sound." His hand went to unbutton my shirt, I let him. It was so excruciatingly slow I had to bite down on my tongue, to stop myself from rushing him. His knuckles kept lightly grazing my skin and setting all my cells on fire.
"Jesus Hayley. You're so prefect." His eyes roamed my whole being with a hard look of appreciation. Every kiss he planted made me whimper, every touch was igniting, everything was everything. His lips stamped my neck again and again, each marking bigger than the other. I didn't have it in me to tell him to stop, I should've. Even though we were alone, and I loved him, and I wanted him, I really wanted him.
"Don't over think this." He whispered the four words into my ear before flipping us and laying me softly on the bed. His lips never left mine, they'd found each other, we'd found each other and the taste of him was so addictive.
"I need you." His words came out pained, almost as if this was all too much for him.
"I can't-" realisation was kicking in.

I can't have sex now, I just can't, can I?
God I want to.

"I can't Ry- we- oh God." His mouth sucked on the insides of my thighs and his hands played with the hem of  my panties. My skirt somehow found its way on to the floor. It sat neatly with my bra and t-shirt.
"I know we can't." His words hung in the tension. "But I want you to know how much I want this." His smirk was back and his crotch ground against mine.
Fuck.
"Stop playing with me." That's all the words I could get out, I was surprised I could even form a sentence, my body was in overdrive, my sense of touch, my sense of want. Everything.

"Do you trust me?" Suddenly his eyes were right above mine and his hands in my hair. I felt myself nodding before the word came out.
"Yes." He smiled now. Not a smirk, not a lazy grin, a smile. One that showcased his dimples, his teeth, him. All of him in one smile. A smile all mine.

His kisses lightly pecked my forehead before moving down my body, they stopped at my waist and his fingers carried on their job.

All material was pushed to the side before I felt it.

God.
I'd never felt this before, I'd had sex, I'd hated it. I definitely didn't hate this, I couldn't. His fingers were magic, his lips were magic, the moment, the guy. I couldn't think straight, my brain was one word: MORE. All surroundings fell away and the only thing I could see was him, us. His lips, his hair, his eyes.
"Keep-" my sentence was cut short when his pace fastened.
My hands balled and latched on to mountains of his bed sheets.
"Ry, I think- I think-" and then it happened. All I could feel was bliss, all I knew was bliss. That moment was mine, forever, and I'd never forget it. He pulled his fingers out of me and looked straight at me.
"I love you." He lay above me and his eyes held so much adoration that I could feel all of his emotions without words.
"I love you too." and I did, I really did.