Memphis Summer (ON HOLD)

Sex On Fire

                                 "You. Your sex is on fire. Consumed. With what's just transpired."

                                                                     Sex On Fire-KingsOf Leon

{Memphis}

Soft, malleable lips yielded against mine. Burning me up on the inside, lighting up nerve endings, and sending a pulsating need for him throughout my body. I was immersed in sensations. Reveling in them. This was smoldering passion. Insanity driven madness that I happily welcomed, and embraced. 

Ellis was on fire, heat emanating from every spot our skin touched. He was burning me alive. Fingers tangled in my hair, pulling me closer and holding tight. The connection only intensifying the longer we stayed pressed mouth to mouth.

Right as he pulled away, Ellis curled his tongue around mine and smiled when I let out a breathless moan, followed by a slight whimper when the connection was lost.

 Who knew Sir Scowls-a-lot was hiding such a talented mouth? That was definitely not like the last kiss. And I had thought that one was magical.

“Your eyes have stars in them,” he giggled, his breath warm on my kiss moistened lips. 

I was so lost in what had happened, that his words didn’t register right away. My happy little bubble of dazed euphoria was popped the moment it sunk in. He was teasing me. 

“I’m waiting on another one of your cheesy lines, Memphis. Here I am with enough alcohol in me to make bad decisions and you haven’t used one.”

The fake pout did me in, he even added a lip tremble and puppy dog eyes. That look completely robbed me of the ability to be offended.

My lines weren’t cheesy ...

 Maybe they were a little  on the cheesy side.

But attraction makes you say stupid things sometimes.

“Still waiting, Memphis,” he sang while I wandered off in my mind. “Aren’t you going to try and talk your way into my pants?”

His question hung in the air, mostly because I wasn’t trying to get laid, but he said it in a way that sounded like it would be possible. I didn’t know whether to blow it off or to take him up on the unspoken offer. How we went from passion and fire to this, baffled me. Ellis was dizzying in more than one way.

“Like I want in your pants,” I scoffed, pulling away from him and leaning back on my arms. “What kind of person do you think I am?”

“A horny one,” Ellis laughed, eyeing my lap and looking back up at me with a wicked smile. “One that could throw out a goofy pick-up line and would score.”

His eyebrow raised and a smirk formed on his lips, an unmistakable consent to any advance that I might make.

“But what about not wanting to wake up in my van again?” It was too good to be true. He had to be playing a trick on me.

Ellis rolled his eyes upward, keeping them focused on the sky as he spoke with a shaky desperation. “I need to know that I’m still desirable.”

I should have been more persuasive, put up a little bit of a fight against him. He wasn’t sober, thinking rationally had been abandoned a few beers back. But the sudden change; the weakness in his voice, the insecurity in his eyes, had me moving back over him, had my lips making contact with his as my hands traveled down his chest.