Ahead By A Century

Don't Stop

Gilbert's POV

Anne is looking at me, pleading for something—we both know what.

It's the perfect opportunity, my parents aren't home. I told her we could do anything we wanted.

But still, as I hover over her, watching her chest rise and fall, clear thoughts start to enter my head. She notices my hesitation and grazes my arm.

"What?" She asks cautiously.

"I just think we should wait... a little. I want it to be special; not in my basement, on a futon."

She shifts up into a sitting position, moving me off of her, crossing her arms over her exposed torso. "Okay, yeah, okay," her face flushes.

"Hey—look at me." When she doesn't, I gently place my fingers underneath her chin. "That doesn't mean we can't do something else."

Her eyes shift to mine and she eases. "Like what?" she whispers.

Anne's POV

He kisses me, slowly moving my arms aside, whispering don't hide yourself, you're beautiful.

I don't think I'll ever get used to him saying that.

His lips trail down my neck, hitting a spot that makes me grasp onto his arm. I feel him smirk against my skin as he continues kissing and sucking on that one spot.

I feel pure bliss as he continues to roam my body, from my lips to my neck to my chest. As he gets lower, I feel my heart race faster.

With a quick glance up, his hazel eyes look at me, is this okay?

I nod my head quickly.

His large hands slowly slide the waistband of the pajama pants down, pooling them at my ankles.

He kisses me as I feel his large hand trace up my inner thigh.

"Gil," I moan into his mouth, as he finally touches me there.

He moved his finger in circular motions, hitting the exact spot.

"Don't stop," I gasp, the feeling of him simply rubbing is too good to be true.

He brings his other hand up to my mouth. I look at him with wide eyes as he slides his index finger in my mouth, and then his middle.

I suck on them slowly and we maintain eye contact as he brings them down. He inserts a finger and I gasp at the feeling; foreign, but not bad.

The combination of the rubbing and finger is too much to bear and I pull his curly head down, whimpering sweet nothings into his mouth.

"Feels s'good,"

"Faster,"

"Please,"

He just looks at me huskily and inserts another finger, speeding up the pace. I throw my head back on the arm rest in ecstasy. I've never felt this way before, never in a million years.

"I'm close, Gil,"

"Let go for me, baby," his deep voice replies.

I wrap my arms around his neck as I feel my orgasm rack through my body.

"Fuck," I say against his shoulder.