Keep it Classy

Chapter 21

* Chapter 21: The Night Before *

**** This Chapter is a bit more graphic than others, maybe the most graphic ****

Paul found his way to the bed room with me in his arms.
We were on the bed, his body hovering over mine. Hands roaming everywhere, craving to feel the skin of their lover's. Moans harmonizing, voices begging.
The sound of his belt alarmed me, the unbuckling. He chuckled a bit at my eager and startled look. I blushed and he kissed my cheek before speaking softly, "It's alright, just my belt, love." I nodded and kissed his neck.
"Paul," I breathed out quietly. "Hm?" I blushed, "I want this to mean something. Not just some quick thing, alright?"
He smiled and kissed my lips softly and deeply in agreement.
Paul slowly slid my skirt off and threw it aside so it met the floor. Then his pants were thrown to the floor. I kissed Paul, begging for more contact.
I felt the heat of his body meeting mine. I felt his lips kiss everywhere along my body, which caused me to squirm and moan. He smirked, "Excited?" I blushed and nodded. He chuckled and placed his hands at my thighs and lifted my legs before sliding the remaining fabric off. Sending kisses up and down my thigh slowly and teasingly before meeting his desired location.
I breathed out his name as his tongue moved and his lips pressed against my skin. I bit my lip as he moaned against my skin, vibrating my entire body leaving me begging for more. He spread my legs and smirked at me as he got back up and went on top of me. His article of clothing that covered the remaining skin I hadn't touched came off and so I left lingering kisses up and down his body, teasing slightly. I could feel and hear his breathing drag along, silent grunts and groans vocalizing from the back of his throat. "Elizabeth.." He groaned as he nearly fell back onto the sea of sheets. I smirked and kissed his lips instead. I felt his member press against my skin as he pushed me down on my back, our lips molded together.
He pushed in slowly feeling inch by inch. I moaned against his lips and felt his hips move rhythmically as I became entranced by this overcoming lust that filled the room.
Everything amazed me. The smell of us, the feel of our skin, the taste of his lips, the sounds of his moans harmonizing with mine, and finally, the sight of Paul.
Paul. Paul is what kept me. The sight of his mouth barely open in an O shape. The sound of his grunts and moans and groans, the pleading in his voice when he spoke my name. His hair turning moist, both of us sweating slightly from the heat in the room. He wiped the small droplets sweat on his forehead before flipping sides so I was above him. His calloused hands gripped my waist as I leaned to kiss him again. Our tongues fighting for dominance. He groaned loudly in my mouth and gripped onto me tightly as I felt this high wash over my body. Drenching me into intoxication. My eyes shutting tightly as I felt my climax matching and dancing with his. I pulled him closer to me than before as our lips broke apart, moaning each other's names, not knowing how to stop, but laying there, how we were.
I fell next to him, blushing darkly. Both of us panting, trying to even our breathing. We gazed into one another's eyes and smilies tiredly. He kissed me one more time before pulling me close into an embrace. "Wow." I whispered. He chuckled and nodded. "I love you." He kissed my forehead. I nodded in agreement,
"I love you too."