Domesticated America

Jaxyn

        Sloppy kisses quickly turn hungry. I'm almost startled by the fierce agression behind Evelyn's kisses, but I understand the fear that she's feeling. My fingers curl in her hair and tug a little harder than necessary as she nips at my bottom lip. The heat of her breath sends chills down my spine, kisses small and wet make their way down my neck. In a whir our shirts are off, and she's laying on top of me clad in a lacy bra our chests heaving. Her lips find mine, and I can taste the alcohol, bitter on her sweet lips.

        "Maybe we should slow down." I murmur running my fingers through her hair and sliding my hand across her smooth hips. Her skin is as pale as porcelain, and the dark freckles that dot her skin remind me of a galaxy. She's the most beautiful creature I've ever seen. She runs a dainty finger over the bandage on my ribs. I told her that she could see after the battle. We're all about luck lately. 

        "Maybe we should speed things up, Jax." Evelyn purrs sinking her teeth into my neck, and goosebumps cover my skin. Her lips are pure bliss, I could get drunk off of Evelyn's kiss much faster than a bottle of cheap champagne.  Things are getting hazy in the most beautiful way. Lightning shoots between our fingertips with ever touch. We roll and I am on top of her, her eyes shining at me like jewels. Her hands find their way to my shoulders, and she twirls her fingers in the thin hair at the nape of my neck. 

        "I want you Evelyne, my dove. I want you so bad. If you want to turn back, we should right now." I murmur into her shoulder, I am shaking. Overwhelmed by the sensation of her caressing my body, I'm overwhelmed by the fire that is shooting up and down my body. The electricity between us is almost tangible, if we go much further I'm sure we could set this whole building ablaze with just the heat of our breath, and the friction between us. Evelyn's lips are slightly parted, she looks up at me with her big doe eyes and kisses me deeply never breaking eye contact.

        "Let's jump." Evelyn murmurs her dainty fingers finding the clasp on my jeans, and a cold nervousness pours over my body. I've only had sex once, and it was a mistake. With a girl I hardly knew, I'm sure it was horrible for her. And if anything I want everything to be perfect for Evelyn. Some part of me thinks that maybe we shouldn't be doing this, what if she's more drunk than I am. "Jaxyn. I am sure. I'm positive. I've never wanted something as much as I want you." Evelyn reassures me as though reading my thoughts, without a further word we're naked.

        My eyes devour the sight of her, and her face flushes red. I'm sure no one has ever seen her in such a venerable state before, her bones press against her delicate skin. Dark blue veins appear on her paper thin skin, and she is the most fragile looking woman I can imagine, but something about her is so fierce, so indestructible. It's so sexy knowing that she's powerful in the way that she is, even if her looks are completely deceiving.  Our lips press together, and we're one. I've never felt so whole in my life, and I'm sure that she and I are meant to be. Her breath catches in her throat, at first a cry of pain and then softening to pleasure. Our kisses become feverish, passionate, undirected. Her mouth latches on to the sensitive skin above my collarbone and she bites at me with a red hot passion. 

        Evelyn's skin is flushed, and her brow drips with sweat. "Evelyn, I lo-" I gasp, and Evelyn presses a quick finger to my lips her eyes sharp. "Don't say it. It's bad luck. You and I, we'll have the rest of forever to say that." Evelyn wraps her arms aruond my shoulders, her finger nails digging softly into the flesh of my back. We lay like that for what could have been minutes, or centuries. Our breathing meets, and with our legs and fingers interlaced, I'm not sure if we're seperate anymore. I think that some part of her, and some part of me is meant to be.