His lips are entirely to close. His boxers to thin. His body to warm. Jake seems to get that. I see the struggle within himself. I can't stop myself when I press my lips to his for a second. A second to long however when he pulls back quickly.
Rejection already settles in, but soon flushes out when his bright eyes take in me again, while his lips close around my lips for another kiss. My eyes close instantly, my heart racing every second. Why is everything so fast?
I can tell he only meant for this kiss to last for a second because when he tries to pull back I go forward, keeping our lips together longer. My hands travel to his face, my fingers staying delicate around his curls.
His hands are else wheres, as they creep up my thighs, making my skin chill at him. My breathing decreasing by the second. I try to take a break and gasp for air, but he won't let me. Not now. He continues to create goosebumps around my thighs towards my core. My fingers soon turn to anything but delicate, as they rack at his back. A slight growl breaks his throat, as he finally lets go of anything that was previously holding him back.
His middle finger plays with my folds, rubbing through my underwear. My mouth can't stop it's moans, but he won't let that be to loud. He continues to swallow all of the moans that come out of my mouth, as I mutter his name senselessly.
"We don't want you're neighbors to know who you're with, do we."
He said that the first day we were together, but he won't say anything, but moan just the same as I do.
But he suddenly stops.
His fingers grasping both of my thighs, trying to contain himself. His lips pausing against mine that tries to continue to move around his. My eyes opening quickly. I've lost him again. He's closing up. His whole body shutting down. The eternal battle with himself is so prevalent as he grips tighter on my thighs, his eyebrows furrowing further as his green eyes stare back at me.
"What's wrong?" My hands clasps on the back of his neck.
"Maybe we should slow dow-"
"No." I shake my head." I want this. I thought you did?"
"I don't want to hurt you." His poor excuse makes me laugh.
"Oh sweetheart you already have." My eyes glistening. "Remember? Let shit happen?"
My finger curls under his chin. Jake won't look at me. "Why the sudden change? You had your hand down my pants not even 20 minutes ago." My smile dropping, replacing with a cold stare. "It's hard waiting on you." Trying to mean every word I'm saying to him.
"I never asked for you to wait for me."
"I know." I whisper to him. His eyes try to look everywhere except me, but my hands take his cheeks, forcing him to look at me." I don't care anymore. Weather you have feelings for me or not, I want you to touch me."
I slide my hands slowly up his neck, pulling him closer to me. Maybe I'm acting like a desperate fool, but at this point I don't give a damn.
It seemed as if I lost him, but it was the complete opposite when I finally let myself adjust on his boxers. I look down at the thin cloth that is rubbing against each other. My hips move in circles above his growing length. Wetness seep through my underwear. Moans come from my mouth, as I grind down on his length. He sucks in breath, and so I let go one when I feel myself getting wet from his length pressing against my clit.
My eyes look up at his, his groans grow as I continue to rock against him.
Then I feel him grab my thighs to make me stop. Something different happened though, instead of stopping me like he would do, he turns us over. His body hovers over mine. Jake's thumb caresses the side of my aroused underwear. His fingers trace over my mound, making my hips move up to them for more friction.
