Let Yourself Fall // sequel to My Ethan Karpathy

Chapter 31.

PAISLEYS POV:

It's that time of the month. I mean, it almost is. I haven't got my period yet, just the massive, hard-to-control mood swings. That's what happened before, and i feel terrible. My hormones are just going crazy. Ethan and I have been laying on my bed for hours now. We've hardly spoken and that's how I know Ethan feels really bad. For some reason, he's not angry. He just feels terrible. He's not in a 'bad mood', I can just tell he feels really terrible about it all. He's actually in quite a good mood, but won't show it unless you ask. I just know how bad he feels, and I have a plan to make him feel better.

"Baby, you want a kiss?" I ask.

"When have I ever said no?" He replies.

"Well, come here."

He shuffles over closer and places his right hand on my hip. He brings his nose up, brushing it against mine. I close the gap between our lips as we move in sync. Every time we kiss, all I can ever think first up is how perfectly our lips fit together. The second thing I think right now is how much I want his shirt off. Stupid hormones. This thought causes me to deepen the kiss quite a bit. It's no longer slow, sweet kissing, it's now full on make out kissing. We slowly make our way into a sitting position. Ethan sits cross-legged while I kneel in front on the bed. His hands run down from my hips down the side of my legs. They end up resting on the back of my thighs, Ethan running his hands up and down to the back of my knee and up again. I shuffle him back so he's sitting against the wall as I let my hands run freely through his hair.

"You wearing that black sports bra today?" Ethan mumbles against my lips.

"Why don't you find out?" I reply, it what I hope was a sexy voice.

ETHANS POV:

"Why don't you find out?" She replies in the sexiest voice I've ever heard in my entire life. Wait, was this an invitation? I think it was.

I slowly slide my hands back up to her hips, inching her shirt up a little as I let my hands travel up her sides, my fingers tracing her perfect curves. What I find underneath that shirt was even better than that black sports bra. She was wearing a black lace push up bra. Nope, I'm above heaven. I sit there gawking at her breasts until I feel lips crashing into mine again. In a few seconds, my shirt was on the floor and Paisley's lips were attacking my neck, making sure she's leaving plenty of marks. She hits the spot behind my collarbone and I can't help but let out a soft groan. This is helping me feel so much better.

"I know how you like it." she whispers in my ear, why does she have to turn me on so much? I'm going to lose control, I can't contain it this time.

She works her way back up to my lips, but then works her way around to my shoulders. This is kind of weird, but while she's kissing my shoulder blades, my face is practically in her cleavage. So I'm not complaining. She lays me back and starts to work her way down my chest and stomach. She kisses right down the middle of my stomach, all the way down until she stops about five centre meters from my shorts. I've officially lost control, and I need to get outta here to solve this 'problem' but I guess I can hold on for a little longer. She lays back on top of me so I can see right down her bra now, I slam my lips back onto hers and our tongues start the battle for Dominance. I just hope she doesn't catch on to what's going on down there.

"You know I can feel it right?" She mumbles.

"Oh." I reply. Then I get an idea, it's a stupid question, but I'm in the mood and it's worth a shot.

"Do you want to help?" I ask.

Paisley says nothing, just pulls her lips away a bit. Her eyelids are closed softly and our noses are still touching.

"Ethan just go sort it out." she sighs.

"Sorry. Worth a try." I laugh as I run out the room, hoping Paisley won't see.

PAISLEYS POV:

He could at least try being a little quieter. I'm just glad the ceilings have good soundproofing, so Holly can't hear from her room. I can literally hear his small moans, I almost burst out laughing when he moans my name. How often does he do this? It's slightly embarrassing to be honest. But on the other hand (ha ;) that wasn't even meant to be a joke), it's pretty hot and the only thing stopping me running in there are helping is the fact that I have no idea what to do or how far to take it. Ten minutes later, I hear Ethan finish, so I sprint to the bed and try to act like I couldn't hear anything and that I've been there for the whole time.

He walks in with an embarrassed look on his face but looks glad when he sees my shirt still isn't on. Well, his isn't either, so it's a win win situation. Ethan pulls back the covers so I slip under them. Ethan climbs into the bed behind me so turn over to face him. I place one arm around him and feel his soft skin against mine. This is how it should be, this is how it is. This is how it will always be.