A Silhouette and Maybe More

Guilty Pleasure

His lips left my cheek but still kept his head close to mine. His heavy breathing was the only thing I could hear until he kissed my cheek again, except this time for longer. He repeated this over and over again, his kisses trailing down my neck applying more pressure each time. His velvet lips met my neck - my ultimate weakness. I couldn't believe that my mind and body was allowing this to happen, although I made no attempt of stopping him. I bit my lip hard holding back the moan that was aching to escape my mouth. Instead, I breathed heavily and shut my eyes, enjoying the feeling of his lips against my skin making goosebumps appear on my arms and that familiar feeling of chills wash over me. He made feel vulnerable in a way, he had this way with me that I couldn't quite define, like I was his puppet and he was my puppeteer.

As if the feeling couldn't get any better he started to gently suckle on my skin making my hands squeeze his tighter and my breath hitch. I felt his lips form a smile against my neck pleased with himself that he now knows how to make me buckle at the knees. Once he was satisfied, he began to make his way back up my neck, across my cheek to meet with my lips which I didn't hesitate to kiss back.

My breathing intensified along with our kiss. Now, my hands clawed at the back of his head tugging on his hair making him moan slightly while his hands grabbed my waist, lifting me up to sit upon the counter, taking pauses to gain our breath back.

"You drive me absolutely mad." He growled through his teeth before I felt the caress of his lips on mine again. We both wanted this just as much as each other and we weren't afraid to admit it. God, he made me feel so alive.

He caressed my thigh pulling me closer to him and wrapping my legs around his body. His hands travelled around my body; up my legs, past my thighs, gripping my waist and around my back, making me lose control of my limbs. Now it was my turn to make him buckle. I bit his bottom lip, dragging it through my teeth and letting it slip away from my grasp making him moan which was what I was trying to achieve. I was new to this particular activity, I didn't really know what pleased a man, I improvised acting on what I've seen in films in the past. So far it seemed to work. He certainly knew how to please me.

Considering I was still in the clothes I slept in - which were some old clothes that had been outgrown by Dan - he didn't seem to mind, he was just desperate to rip them off me but I wasn't sure if I was quite ready for that. He was ready for a change of position when he picked me up, took me away from the counter and placed me on the table, immediately lying down. The table was low enough for him to hover over the top of me without struggling. He had my arms pinned firmly above my head and my body and mind in such a craze. I had surrendered myself to him, letting him take off my top leaving me in just a bra and his boxers. He took a brief moment to simply comprehend my appearance, biting his lip in the process while I smirked back at him ready for more. I sat up, my face millimetres away from his, our eyes full of lust for one another. His cold hands gripped onto my waist pulling me closer to him as he began kissing down my neck heading towards my chest and onto my stomach making my back arch in absolute pleasure.

"Oh my god..." I breathlessly muttered, air escaping my lungs quickly at the pleasurable feeling of the delicate yet electrifying kisses that Dan planted on my body. I heard a little chuckle come from him, he looked up at me while a smirk played across his lips and yet again he stood up meeting my face with his, that's when everything slowed down, became less tense as we lovingly became lost into each other's eyes. Our foreheads touching, we simply enjoyed being in one another's company. But suddenly his face became more serious and stern, sadness and guilt replaced the sheer lust in his eyes.

"I know you're scared of me. Deny it all you want, but you and I both know it's the truth. I can't guarantee that I won't be angry anymore because I will, and if I take it out on you, I apologise in advance. I just lose control sometimes and I do and say bad things...what I'm trying to say is that I don't want to lose you."

There it was. That pang in my chest the moment he said those words, guilt began to build inside for all the mean things I said to him, he really did care for me.

"You won't lose me, I made a promise to stay didn't I?" I smiled trying to cheer him up. It was decent of him to admit that he will get angry again, my work wasn't quite finished yet. I had to somehow brake him. He had this outer shell; it deceives you into thinking that he is just a guy with anger problems but when he comes out of that shell - all you'll find is a delicate, fragile, heartbroken man seeking sympathy and some contemplation.

"I don't mean losing you in that sense, I mean losing what we have...God you're making this so much more difficult than it has to be. Okay listen..." He began placing both his hands firmly around my face.

"I love you. Okay? And I'm absolutely terrified that I might do something stupid that I'll completely regret and you'll hate me for as long as you live."

My brain became soup, words couldn't even begin to describe how I felt right now. I sat there on the kitchen table frozen, desperately trying to find a response but it seemed like I had completely forgotten how to speak English. Dan stood there in front of me impatiently waiting for a reply.

"Amelia, say something." He begged.

I had been mentally telling myself that for the past minute. I had finally concluded a sentence to say, but I wasn't convinced it was the right thing for me to announce, but under the circumstance of my situation it seemed appropriate.

"I love you too."

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