Where I Found You

Chapter 8 - Alyssa here.

Chapter 8 - Alyssa here.

I feel like I'm on fire, like the world is on fire, as I drag my hands down Will's muscular chest, then push him backwards firmly so I can breathe. This is madness, and I'm loving it. I've never felt so alive. I want to kiss him forever and then some. 

"I love you," I pant, and feel his warm breath brush against my lips. Opening my eyes, my hand reaches for his; which is position over my chest, where it's been caressing and stroking and squeezing. He's so gentle, even when he's passionate like this. I just know he'll never hurt me. 

"Hmm," he sighs and kisses up my arm to my shoulder. "I love you too, Alyssa. So damn much I don't even know how to explain it. I'll love you forever, you know that? It's the truth." 

"It's exactly the same here," I insist quietly, and stroke the line of his jaw with the tips of my fingers. 

Inhaling his addictive scent, it feels like everything is back to normal. Just the way I want it to be. I spread my legs and one hangs off the edge of the bed, my foot dangling, and Will stays between them, hovering over me. 

As he plants kisses into my neck, his head buried there, I run my fingers through his hair. His gorgeous, thick, slightly curly, chocolate brown hair. And as his lips brush the most sensitive area, I can't help but let out the first moan of the day, placing my arms around his neck loosely.  

He groans right back, and lifts his head to look me in the eye. "Just that sound turns me on," he whispers with a cheeky grin. "You're so . . . So sexy." 

Blushing, my eyes widen and I quickly lean up to meet his lips with mine. His hands cup both my cheeks, then after a while of ferocious kissing, they both trail down simultaneously to cup my breasts, causing me to shiver. I'm unable to control it. 

"Will." I call his name this time, between our fierce kisses. It feels necessary as I reach down to the hem of his shirt and begin to push it up, revealing warm skin which I run my hands over. As I indulge myself in his chest and stomach, I count the muscles with my eyes closed - six perfectly toned and shaped abs.  

Will's kisses become harder as I pull the shirt up. When it reaches as far up as it can go, he lifts his arms, somewhat like an obedient child, and I pull it hurriedly over his head, kissing him through the material. My hands quickly fly back to his chest and I stroke the fine hairs. There are more than there were before, but not disgustingly or overwhelmingly so. Just very fine and small. I smile against his lips and stretch my pale fingers over the muscle, then trail them down to his waist, hooking them through his belt loops. As we kiss hungrily, I pull him closer by these small strips of denim. 

"Alyssa," he groans through our kisses, and I quickly turn us so that I'm on top of him. My hands find his hair again, just as his find the hem of my tank top. They pause there, and the blood pulses through me at a scary pace. Oh, God - this is exhilarating. I want to explore him so badly, I really do. Am I doing a good job of this already, or not? 

"Yeah," I breathe out, exhaling slowly against his lips as he slows the kiss down. His fingers are experts as they lift my top and peel it off my body. I suddenly feel cold and exposed in just my bra and Will must have some out-of-this-world instinct because he turns us back over so that I'm underneath, his body covering and warming my exposed skin, mostly. I grab both his cheeks in my hands and press my lips hard against his, and we begin to kiss slowly but deeply. 

I don't think I've ever kissed him as much in such a short space of time. Happiness and joy rushes through me, sending me over the edge as I think about how much time we're going to have together, and how much we can see each other now. It's perfect.