WAYWARD - L.H

eighty four

"Scott-" Luke gasped as soon as we pulled away.

I arch my back that was against the cold hard hotel wall.

He removes his coat and then his jacket and scarf revealing him wearing a black sweatshirt.

He cupped my face, kissing me slowly. As I let him explore my mouth with his tongue, I felt electricity rushing thru every single vein in my body. The affect he has in me is different, it was always like this.

I removed my coat and my scarf together with my beanie, revealing Luke's plaids and then my gray sweatshirt.

He looked me in the eye like I'm some meat and his eyes were flaming, they used to be a shade of icy blue but now it has some color in them..they were like..cerulean blue, they were beautiful.

"I love you-" He whispered before kissing me again, pinning me against the wall.

His hands trails down my waist, this is it. I hope he doesnt hold back.

"Luke-" I whispered, pulling away but not too far from his red lips, 

"Do you want to do this?" He cuts me off,

Do I?

I nodded,

"Are you sure?" He asks again.

"Shut up and kiss me!" I demanded pulling him again towards me as I wrap my legs around his waist as he carries me on the bed, laying me down gently.

The sheets were cold, sending me chills down to my spine making me feel like my skin is going to have goosebumps.

He started kissing my neck, tracing down my jawline and biting on my collar bone. His eyes were closed, He looks perfect.

He started to raise my shirt up as he kisses me down, trying to unbutton my jeans.

"Here" I exclaimed, unbuttoning it for him.

He chuckles, "I've always wanted to do that but-"

I laughed.

This feels awkward, this is not the first time Luke and I did something like this but, why do I feel like this? Like Im so happy and giggly? I feel really weird, should I be drunk for me to be able to feel comfortable?

No. Get a grip of yourself. You love him. Stop over thinking things. Just do it.

He fully removed my jeans, kissing the side of my ankles.

"You would never know how long I've waited for this, Mrs. Hemmings" He breathed out, climbing up on top of me.

I let out a soft giggle and I wrapped my arms around his neck, biting unto my lower lip.

Our kiss collided once more and I felt the urge to take his shirt off. Thugging it by the hem, he started laughing softly as I shifted the both of us, this time I was on top of him, removing his shirt.

He grabbed me by the waist as I straddled him, "You're so beautiful" He remarked making my cheeks flush even more than they already were from the cold.

 I sat softly on his crotch and I could feel him under me.

He stares at me, a thing he always does when he looks at me. I love the way he could make me feel with him only just staring at me.

I kissed him on the cheek and down to his lips, thugging on his hair as he lays me down, my back on the bed, he was now on top of me, taking my shirt off.

Our kiss started to deepen, it was quiet, the only think you could hear is what our lips sounds like as we suck each other. 

He cups my boob with his hands, his fingertips were cold but it felt good on my warm skin.