*Bellas p.o.v*
Its been 2 days 8 hours and 54 minutes since me and Rayne shared that kiss.What? no im not counting down. No im not a looser. OH SHUT UP BRAIN.
Cece has been saying ive been acting weird lately and that i need to get out more, but the truth is i dont want to go out. I just want to be with Rayne. Im currently on my way home in the rain again and like last time the infamous Ms Walker pulls up telling me to get in. "yano im starting to think this is going to be a regular occurance"i giggled while fastening my seatbelt. "Well would it be such a bad idea?" she stares at me watching my face turn into a cherry. She just laughs and begins to drive.
"Hey, you just missed the turn". She shakes her head "no i didnt, your coming to mine for a bit". AHEM. WHAT. "uhhhhhhhhh Miss- Rayne,sorry, can you explain why your doing this? i thought you said we cant be seen together" the last bit said a bit more sadly than the rest. She put her hand on my thigh and said "well they cant see whats behind closed doors can they" while keeping a straight face while mine turned into a fucking beetroot. What.The.Fuck......
We reached her house and she got out opening my door for me. We went in and sat on the couch we got a glass of wine for both of us and sat back down. She started the conversation "Listen Bella i dint bring you here to make you feel uncomfortable but i need to tell you how i feel...Is that okay?". wow she really wants to have this converation ? fuck im really not up for getting hurt by her. " Yeah of course , go ahead .
*Raynes p.o.v*
I was nervous to tell her my feelings. But after speaking to Cammy last night i think she is worth it. " I know i told you that we cant be seen together after that kiss but i think said thta more ofr myself than i did for anything else. I like you Bella. I dont think ive ever felt like this and its scary because its not as if we can walk around and have people see us. Its not allowed and i think thats why i tried blocking you out. But if were being 100 here the past two days ive done nothing but think about you. I crave for you and your attention. Im just petrified of whats goign to happen if we ever get caught". Bella just listened. No expression. No interupting. Just listening to me. I finished and i swear you could her a pin drop with the silence. I was ready to give up when she just smiled. Really smiled. " Its not funn-" i got cut off by her lips crashing onto mine. This kiss wasnt like the last one. It was full of lust and meaning. I kissed her back ,pushing her down onto the couch so i was straddling her.
I sat up as she was lifting the hem of my shirt. She gently took off my shirt. She scanned over the exposed part of my body while rubbing her hands up and down the sides of my waist and bitting her lip. I decided to tease her a bit, getting up and walking over to the speaker i looked back to see her sit up in confusion as i put in my phone and him play on my playlist.
*Bellas p.o.v*
The way her hips swayed to the beat of the music was captivating. She kept eye contact wiht the tho whole way until she reached me sitting ontop of me. She begand grinding ontop of me, swinging her hair around making it all fall to one side. she pushed my shoulders back as her hips rotated in place. The base dropped and Rayne put her face close to mine as she pushes down deeper with every movement she makes slidding my arms to her waist letting me feel the movements. I couldnt help but moan as i felt her breath on my neck. Rayyne began to unbutton my jeans still grinding.She slowly brought her hand down my pants as she reached my area tracing patterns and bringing her fingers down a bit more slowly entering tow into me i leant my head back and my eyes rolled in pleasure. Just as i though she had started it had stopped and she brought my head up making me open my eyes to see her put the two fingers in her mouth and suck them clean. I just sat there with my mouth open as she looked at me innocently. Giving me a deep kiss and walking away i just sat there not able to grasp what just happened.
Fucking Tease.
