The day I decided to change my life

Chapter 11: Contact

Scared.

I felt scared.

Scared of how good his lips felt on mine. How delicious his scent was, how soft the skin of his hands felt on my cheeks.

But as our lips closed around one another, the thing I was scared the most was what this kiss was doing to my heart.

I barely heard anything apart from the thumping of my heartbeats. My breathing becoming harder, little sounds escaping my mouth uncontrollably.

Luca opened my mouth with his tongue, playing with mine gently. He nibbled my lips in a way that made my head feel lighter.

He lowered his hands to my waist, holding me tight against him. Our chests pressing against one another so hard that we could almost become one.

I pulled apart out of breath, and stared at his eyes for a moment. Both of us panting hard, his eyes searching mine, looking for a sign that I would be regretting this.

Before he could find it, I tiptoed and approached our lips once again, taking his face between my hands.

We moved quickly, I walked backwards as he pushed me into the room, the back of my legs suddenly meeting the mattress. He took off my shirt, I took off his. The twins soccer shirts lying now on the floor.

Luca glanced down at my chest, kissing the narrow trail between my boobs. I moaned before he lowered himself with me, still kissing me as we both lay down.

His hands ran down my body, caressing the bare skin of my thighs that wasn't covered by the soccer shorts.

I couldn't remember the last time someone touched me like this. Sweet but rough at the same time, aggressive but passionate.

Luca's mouth travelled down my neck, nipping and sucking on it. I let a louder moan escape my mouth and he glanced up at me, a little smirk on his face.

My face was hot, so hot my eyelids felt heavy.

That wasn't the only place that was hot.

Luca's fingers travelled up the side of my body, stroking the skin on my waist, reaching up my belly button.

I felt like burning. His lips sealed mine again.

The last time I felt like this, I was with Max.

I liked it rough, there was no use in denying it. Max knew it and he used it to show his power over mine. To show who had the last word in our relationship, to demonstrate that he was on top of me, in every sense of the words.

Luca's body felt so similar to Max. So powerful. He also liked to guide the situation. His kisses were hard, what drove me crazy. The pressure of his body on top of mine suffocating me, making me wet between my legs.

It felt so familiar that I felt like I was losing my breath.

Literally.

I couldn't breathe. His fingers were getting under the waistband of my underwear, barely touching the skin of my most intimate parts.

I wasn't ready to be controlled.

No. It's not that I wasn't ready, I just didn't want to be controlled again. I wanted to have sex with someone and feel like I was doing things because I wanted to, not because they were making me do them.

If a guy clenched his fingers around my neck, I needed it to be because I wanted it, not because I just accepted it.

Luca's knee parted my legs and I closed them hard, pushing his chest off mine.