Chester Bennington - Unusual Neighbor

Going slow is the best way to go

It was as if time stopped around us.

No sound could be heard besides the smacking of our lips and our uneven breathing. Chester shocked me with his unexpected attack, but I didn't remain frozen for too long. My arms quickly pulled him closer to me as I felt a fire igniting inside my skin.

His warm lips were anything but gentle on me. At first, he took it slowly and delicately, but then it felt like he had this unbearable hunger that he tried to conceal for too long and now he was no longer in control of it.

He gave in and so did I.

I roughly grabbed the roots of his dark silky hair and pulled them, pressing his head harder against mine. His right hand was also intertwined with strands of my black hair just like in all of his fantasies where he imagined how it would feel like to pull it while he was devouring my lips. His left hand found its place in the curve of my back, slightly above my ass, and it wandered all over my shirt, dragging it up with the contact.

I had a billion of thoughts running through my head, all of them of pure ecstasy.

And when we pulled away to breathe, I immediately missed his lips on mine and pulled him to me once again.

This time, the kiss was less aggressive and more gentle and slow. It gave me enough time to feel him: how his lips were mild and wet, and how his tongue was smooth and delightful. It was as if he was made to kiss me. It was absolutely perfect, even better than I have ever dreamed.

After a while, Chester finally managed to pull away, leaning his forehead against mine, and fighting with his lungs for air.

"I'm sorry... I had to do this..." he whispered out of breath.

"I'm not complaining, am I?" I chuckled, my breathing mimicking his.

Chester's sultry voice provoked goosebumps on my skin and I shivered with his next words. "But I have to go slow with you, otherwise, I won't be able to stop."

"And why is that bad?"

We both laughed, our foreheads never daring to stay away. I looked him in the eyes and they were shining so much. They were shining with pure joy. My heart tightened at the thought of being the reason for his happiness.

"You deserve better than this. I need to do things the right way -- I -- I need to woo you -- I don't know... Take you out on a proper date, give you flowers and chocolates," he joked. "You deserve everything."

"I don't need any of that, as long as I have you," I sincerely admitted and he beamed.

"I know. But I want to give you everything."

We stood there with my door open, and our bodies glued, just staring into each other's eyes. His hands cupped my cheeks and his thumbs started stroking my face in a tender way.

He then pulled away from my forehead and pressed a kiss on it. His lips lingered there for a while and I closed my eyes just feeling him. That was a moment and a feeling I'd never want to forget.

"I should go now," he said, breaking the silence.

"Can't you stay a little longer?" I pouted and he smiled, pressing his lips against mine once again.

"We both have to work tomorrow, and I need to find Patrick, the University's headmaster, to talk to him about your application," Chester winked at me and smiled, kissing me again when he noticed that I opened my mouth to protest. I was so overwhelmed that I gave up fighting against him and just accepted that he wanted to help me.

"Thank you," I whispered out of breath after another out-of-this-world kiss.

"Goodnight, Ana," he said.