Daisies

2.4

"Take away your pain, give me all of your emotion."

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He slowly pulls the pillow away from my face but my eyes are still closed. I refuse to open them all the way. Slowly peaking.

"I told you I hate scary movies." I say once I realize he actually turned it off.

"I know I'm sorry, I thought it would be funny!" He says through laughs.

"I'm going upstairs." I snatch the cover off of him, putting it on myself like a cape.

I walk through the dark, now heated house and into his room. Still kind of frightened from the movie but trying to make a point. I go into his room and lay on the bed, turning the opposite side of the door.

He comes in the door seconds after, like I suspected he would. I stay with my back turned to him.

"Aw come on. Really?" The bed dips as he climbs into it. He pulls me in between his legs so that the back of my head is laying on his chest. "I'm sorry." He says in a softer but still playful tone.

"I know, but I'm only accepting apologies in the form of breakfast in the morning." I look up at him.

"Mm, if I'm gonna be your personal chef, we need to talk about payment."

"The payment is forgiveness. It's non negotiable, I like steak omelets if you were wondering."

"Ooohhh, you do like expensive things." He begins massaging my shoulders, I try not to moan at the feeling.

"Nothing you can't afford." He smiles at my remark. "I wish we would've came here when it was warm, I want to go swimming."

"You would love it. I'll bring you back, no one really comes here much anymore. That's why it looks so abandoned." His hands continue to massage me, he lays a gentle kiss on my neck. If he's trying to get me worked up, it's working.

"Can you see the sunset from your pool?"

"Yeah, but it looks better from the beach." He kisses the other side of my neck. "It's getting late. We should probably go to sleep." He takes his hands off my shoulders.

"I don't want you to leave." I whisper loud enough for him to hear, the only other sound in the house being the heat coming through the vents.

I sit up, turning around to him. He looks at me expectantly, almost as if he wants me to prove it. I kiss him slowly, steadily. Then move to his neck, placing slow and gentle kisses there.

He pulls me closer to him, putting my legs on opposite sides of his torso. The dim lamp in his room is the only source of light. He directs my face back to his, kissing me aggressively.

My hands start to travel down his body, going under his shirt. I move my hands up then slowly back down all the way to the band on his shorts. I don't know what I'm doing, but I don't want to stop. I tug at them shakily feeling for his underwear when his hand grabs mine.

"Daisy." He grunts in a raspy tone.

"Do you want me to stop?" I ask quietly.

"We probably should."

"I want to." I can't believe the words I'm saying, neither can he by the look on his face.

We stare at each other, I might as well be able to hear his thoughts. I know he thinks I'm making irrational decisions but I'm not, I've known for a while now but it's never been more clear than in this moment.

He grabs my face, pulling it back to his. Kissing me as if this were the last time he'd every see me. I feel a chill run through my body, getting excited in all the right places. My hands go back to his body, pulling his shirt off.

His hands follow my actions, pulling my shirt above my head. Slowly pulling my bra straps down, one at a time before fully talking it off. My nerves seem to never settle with him, no matter how many times we've been in this same situation. My heart rate rises.

I bring my hands back down to his shorts, finding my way back to his underwear. This time I can feel how hard he is. I can feel my body heating up from my overwhelming nerves and lust. The heat isn't helping.

He watches me finally pull down his remaining clothes. I've never seen him like this before. My eyes widen.

I can feel my heartbeat everywhere. Feeling embarrassed at my inexperience. Im trying to do whatever feels right. I grab him in my hands and he quietly grunts. I slowly move my hands up and down.

The air in the room is getting thicker and I begin to move my hands faster causing him to let out a throaty moan.

He stops me suddenly. Lifting me up and flipping us over. He plants kisses all over me, stopping right under my bell button. He looks up at me again, waiting for approval, I nod my head. He pulls the rest of my clothes off in one swift motion.

Being completely naked is making my insecurities arise again. I close my eyes and feel him spreading my legs slowly. He sets tender kisses up my thighs, constantly rubbing circles on my skin with his thumbs. Trying to put me at ease.

Every sensation I'm feeling is sending my body into overdrive. He sinks two fingers into me, setting a steady pace that already has me panting. He snakes his way back up to my face, kissing me assertively. He quickens his pace, my back arches. He massages my breast with his other hand, I feel like I'm going to explode.

He stops, gradually circling on my most sensitive areas while pumping at excruciatingly slow pace. He gently pulls his fingers out, causing me to whimper in protest. Lazily smiling at me.

He leans over into the nightstand. I hear the sound of the condom wrapper being opened. My heart drops into my stomach, beating faster than before. He pushes my legs farther up and apart, I lay my hand on his arm.

He settles between my legs. "I'll go slow. Tell me if you want to stop. Just relax." He says in a low tone. I try to control my trembling.

I feel him rubbing against me and gasp at the feeling. He slowly enters me, not fully.

"Mm.." I whimper. He lets out a shaky breath.

He pushes again, entering me more but still not all the way. I tighten my hands on his arms, tightly shutting my eyes again. He finally pushes again, fully entering me. I clench my teeth.

"Fuck." He groans under his breath. I try to power through it knowing it's going to get better.

I open my eyes again when I feel his face at mine, it feels like he's trying to assure me through eye contact. It's working. He slowly begins to move again.

My love for Jacob is undeniable. I feel myself opening up to him, physically and emotionally. I've never felt this way with anyone, ever. I trust him with my whole being.

We kiss each other passionately, only speaking through actions. The feelings of pain are starting to fade away, not fully but enough to make this more than bare-able. Even slightly pleasurable.

"Shit." He moans against my mouth.

My body reacts to him in ways I can't even explain. He's steadily increasing his pace, never pushing the limit. He buries his face into my neck trailing passionate kisses.

"I love you so fucking much Daisy."

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//unedited//