Accept Me

13: "Don't hold back."

Dinner is uneventful, so afterwards we decide to hole ourselves up in his room watching movies for the rest of the night. We cuddle under the thick comforter, shielded from the rest of the world in our own little bubble. We decide to take turns choosing what we watch, so we end up watching a large variety of genres, ranging from Devil to Wall-E.

The digital clock reads 4:30 AM, yet I feel as awake as I was when we first started the movie marathon. I keep my eyes on the television as Tristan plays with my fingers, something he apparently does when he has nothing to focus his hands on. His gentle fingers slide between mine, sending pleasurable tingles through my body and making me shift from between his legs. 

"Stop." I say lowly.

"Why?"

"I'm trying to focus."

"I'm not doing anything." He defends.

"You know exactly what you're doing." I say, making a move to take my hands away but he simply grabs them in his.

"Okay, I'll stop." He says.

I narrow my eyes, the easiness of his compliance making me suspicious. He removes his fingers from between mine, only to gently wrap his hands around my wrists. He stays like that for a long time, so I relax and focus on the movie once more, ignoring everything else around me. 

Near the end of the movie, I feel Tristan begin to move his fingers, but I ignore it and keep my eyes on the TV. After the credits roll and we put on another movie, Tristan begins to rub his thumbs on the insides of my wrists, directly over where my pulse beats. The rough pads of his fingers glide over my smooth skin, light as a feather, softly tickling me. I'm not sure what it is about the motion, but I have to bite my lip harshly in order to keep back a moan.

He repeats the motion for a few minutes before he glides his fingertips up the outside of my arms, lightly grazing his short fingernails over my skin, making me shiver in delight. Since my arms are right on top of my legs, he spreads his fingers until they're moving over both my arms and thighs. He puts pressure on my limbs, dragging his fingers and lightly lifting my pajama bottoms with him.

His breathing is heavy against my neck, his lips grazing my sensitive skin. In the heat of the moment, I tilt my head to give him more access, my hands clenching against my thighs. His hands move over my shoulders and trail up my neck, his fingers lightly wrapping around it and squeezing gently before moving on. His fingers glide over my parted lips, thumbing my lower lip before going over my nose and closed eyelids.

His hands continue upwards until his fingers are keeping my hair back and away from my face, his fingertips pressing into my skull. He begins to massage my head gently, and I sigh at the feeling before pressing my head further into his hands. Tristan does this for a few minutes, the motion both comforting and erotic, making me push back into him.

After a while, he begins to kiss my neck, letting his lips part and his tongue stick out to lap at the appendage. I moan as he makes love to my neck with his mouth, nipping and sucking at the skin, creating a love bruise that I will proudly show off. His grip tightens on my scalp as he tilts my head to the side, his mouth attacking the other side of my neck and leaving another love bite.

Tristan lets go of my hair and places his hands on my shoulders, lowering me slightly until he's able to directly look down at me. My chest heaves as I look up at him, locking on his lustful eyes that roam over my entire body.  He moves his hands lower and runs them over my chest until he grips the hem of my shirt, lifting it and swiftly removing it from my body. I gasp at the chill that encases my torso, my nipples hardening almost painfully at the change in temperature.