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Chapter 13: His shirt.

Ivory

    I closed my eyes and melted as my whole body was consumed in the kiss. I felt as if I was everything he wanted that me being here was enough. His lips were warmer and softer than anything I could have ever imagined. His body pressed closer to mine, I lock him in the place. Not wanting him to move at all. His fingers slid down the back of my neck, every inch that they touched was on fire. Fire that I want to burn my skin, fire that was meant to touch me. I have never ever felt this kind of feeling before.

The best part was that I well, I stopped thinking. And it is amazing. The feeling of all the worrying and things that haunt me, it was like they went on vacation and decided to leave me alone for once. I didn't want to stop, so I wasn't going to.

I have never kissed anyone but Declan, he sure did know what he was doing. His hands both made their way to my waist. He pulled me smoothly to him so I was on his lap, my legs on each side of his hips, never breaking the kiss for one second. He seems like a pro at this. I've should've been wondering how much practice  it would take to be this good at it but I could care less.

My hands were lost in the mess of his hair. He smells of pine trees that are everywhere outside. He feels of fire that is burning me from the outside in and I love it. I liked, no I love, the feeling of being out of control.

I loved it so much I dig my nails into his back craving more of that fire. He makes a low guttering in the back of his throat that I have never heard before. It was more animal like that human. I feel him hold my waist tighter and flip me so I was on my back and he was laying on top of me. From this position he has more free range of my body. He stops kissing my lips and start kissing my neck. I have never and I don't know how to express this anymore felt that kind of pressure in my entire life. And now it's my turn to make the noise. I am still holding onto him for dear life like I'm going to fall and if I'm falling, and if I do, falling with him. I have this natural instinct to wrap my legs around his waist pulling him down further having his full weight against me.

His lips find the strap of my tank top and my bra. He put his hand there and hesitate remembering who he's with. I gave him a look saying that it's OK but he won't give him, I could feel that he wanted to go further but he just goes back on to kissing me. But this one is back to being sweet and kind and savoring every second of it.

This was my first kiss and my first make up session and probably the closest thing I'll get to sex in a while.There was the slightest thought that we were moving too fast but it was gone as fast as it came. Me and Declan had this type of chemistry that had always been there but we had just been avoiding it until now. After a few minutes he pulls me back on his lap.

We pull apart to breathe. We are both breathing as if we just run a marathon without stopping. I would've never imagine me sitting on a boy's lap and not wanting to hit him or wanting to get off. His eyes are closed. He is holding me so tightly on my waist it's starting to hurt. Holding me so close that he scared that I'm going to melt away.

"Whoa," He say barely in a whisper.

I don't say anything just nod my head then realize that his eyes are closed. As if he can read my mind his eyes open. That calm and peaceful earth that are his eyes take me all in with one swoop. I take my hands to touch his face. I trace the outline of his jaw. I run the tips my fingers on the outline of his pink and swollen lips. If his look like that then what mine look like.

I don't know why but suddenly and thinking of all the years of him being an asshole to me. But when I look back on it I'm not sad I'm just thinking that I should've noticed that he had feelings for me. I didn't need a mother to tell me that boys are mean to the girls they liked. Which is why I told him this.