Crazy Girls (One of Those) - Klance [Sequel to 'Pacify Her']

Now when you say you wanna slow down, does it mean you wanna slow dance?

WARNING: This chapter contains a wee bit of ***SMUT***

"What do you mean you want to slow down?"

"I just think-" He frowns and shifts his eyes away from mine, his hand reaching up to anxiously scratch at the back of his neck. "Ugh, I don't know how to say this..."

"Then don't." I shrug like the answer it simple as I gently stroke a hand over his soft hair. "Don't worry yourself over it."

"But... it's important." He insists, attempting to squirm out of my hold. I reluctantly oblige, taking a step back with an annoyed scowl. What could be so important? That we need to slow down? I'm not entirely sure what he means by that, but I know I don't like it.

Slowing down would entail that I can't see him as much. Slowing down would mean that he'd be out of my sight for a portion of the day, maybe even longer. Slowing down would mean that I can't be with him for every waking moment of my life.

That thought terrifies me. And it's also the complete opposite of what I want.

All I want is to be close to him for every single second of my life. I want his voice to be the only thing I can hear. I want for his scent to be the only thing I can smell. I want to kiss him and for his mouth to be the only thing I can taste. I want to feel his skin against mine and for that to be the only thing I can ever feel. I want to make love to him and for his body and his touch to be the only thing I know. I want him and only him forever.

"What could possibly be more important than this?" I question as I close the space between us and delicately wrap my arms around the back of his neck. I give him a warm smile before leaning in and pressing my lips softly against his.

He doesn't try to slip away this time and it seems like he can't help but kiss back. Like he can't control himself. This is all I have to do to practically swipe his mind of whatever he was thinking of before. I have that power over him and that fact couldn't make me happier.

I feel his hands begin to slide up my lower back. I'm gently pulled closer until our bodies are fleshed together and I can feel his body heat merging with mine. It makes chills crawl up my spine and I'm unable to hold back the smile that creeps up onto my lips as I slowly break away from the kiss.

I flick my eyes upwards to meet his to see him looking right back at me, his blue eyes, that make me melt every time, filled with hunger and lust.

"See?" I speak in a soft, barely audible voice before pressing a kiss onto the front of his neck, right above the collar bone. I then lift my head so that my lips are right next to his ear and I know he can feel my breath hit his skin as I whisper, "This is all that matters."

I can feel him shiver in my hold and I know that he must already be turned on. I've learned in only a few days that it doesn't take much in order to do so. Hell, I barely need to even touch him for him to immediately be sporting a hard-on. I guess that just shows how much he's attracted to me.

It's perfect.

His hands reach up to grab my face before he eagerly presses his lips to mine. I feel a rush of thrill surge through my body as I feel his tongue impatiently push it's way into my mouth and I tighten my grip on the back of his neck. I push forward, forcing him backwards until his back hits the wall of my living room, and I continue to push forward as I roll my hips roughly against his, evoking an incredibly beautiful groan from his lips. My lips curl at the sound as I then reach a sneaky hand downwards before firmly grabbing onto his crotch.

Just as I thought. Hard as a rock.

"K-Keith, wait." He breathes out, placing a hesitant hand on my shoulder. My eyebrows furrow into a frown before I turn my gaze upwards towards him and away from my work.

"What?" I snap impatiently. "What's the matter?"

"I... I don't think we should..." He trails off a bit to take a needed breath. "Right now."

"Why not?" I feel anger begin to accumulate at the pit of my stomach, but I quickly try and put it back in control. I have to have better control over my temper when I'm with Lance. I need to be gentle with him so I don't scare him away. There's no way I could dare risking that. I don't even know what I would do with myself if he left me.

I'd probably kill myself.

I take a deep breath in order to calm myself down before looking up at him with the sweetest smile I could manage.

"Is something the matter, my love?" I lean into him, wrapping my arms around his waist, as I quirk my eyebrows into a questioning expression.

"Um," He mumbles, awkwardly shifting his gaze away from mine, as if looking directly at me is too much of a distraction. I hum happily as I absentmindedly trace a finger down the front of his chest.

"There's nothing to worry about, Lance." I assure him, reaching up to his face to guide his eyes towards mine. "This, right here, is all you need to think about."

I gingerly graze my thumb over his cheek and with one last breath, I lean in and softly kiss his lips. When I retract, I see that his eyes had fluttered close and it pleases me to know that I'm able to ease his worries.

"You just need to relax." I run a delicate hand through his hair. I feel my lips curl as I take in the beautiful sight of his placid face one more time before slowly lowering myself to my knees.

I hear his breath hitch as I cup a hand over his crotch and begin to mess with the waistband of his jeans. A hand flies up and grips onto my shoulder. We haven't even started yet and I'm already beginning to unwind him.

"Keith..." He exhales as I gradually pull down the zipper of his pants and let them fall loose around his knees. I grip onto the fabric of his boxers before delicately uncovering the erect member underneath.

"Shhh." I hush him, running a hand lightly over the length. "Just relax."

I give him a few more strokes before leaning in and wrapping my lips around it. I can hear him biting back a groan as I slowly move my mouth around the tip at first, slowly making my way further to the base.

I flick my eyes upwards to see his face as I continue to suck him off. What I see is absolutely breathtaking. His eyes squeezed shut, eyebrows drawn together. His cheeks flushed with beads of sweat beginning to form on his skin. His mouth ajar, moaning my name again and again.

I did that to him. I do that to him every time I touch him. Every touch can make him melt and send him flying into a state of sexual euphoria that no one else other than me can send him to. I'm the only one that can please him as much as this. 

So why the hell would he want to slow down?

He may have said that, but there's no way he meant it. After all, how could he have? Just seeing his reactions to me makes it painfully obvious that he doesn't actually know what he's saying.

I don't know what pained him to come up with that ridiculous idea, but I really don't think it should be a problem. He loves me, he said he did. He's so attracted to me that there's no way he could actually stay away from me, even if he tried.

He simply loves me too much.