The Story Of Sex

5.

We lay in his bed for hours, neither of us wanting to move. The crisp white sheets on the bed covered us up as we were shifting in and out of sleep, I was all too relax to even open my eyes. I felt his hand move from the side of me to my stomach, he slowly making circle patterns on stomach and with his other arm he was playing with my hair. I couldn't help but smile and sink more into the bed. The soft comfy bed.

I didn't know what time of the day or rather night or morning even it was, but I didn't care, I was with the man that I.... Really like.
" What do you want for breakfast?" Elliot said in his tired husky voice. I turned to face him, his hair all messy and his beautiful green eyes staring at me, his torso on show just a little bit and his muscular shoulders relaxed.
" What time is it?" I said with a yawn. He reached across me to grab his phone, his phone notifying him with unread messages, missed calls and Facebook notifications.
" 10 o'clock" he informed me.
" 10 in the morning?" I was shocked, I'd been at Elliots since last night."
He sat up and looked at me, looked at my body, his smiled and then positioned himself on top of me, only his legs were touching mine.
" You know Marley, you are very beautiful. "
He pushed my hair back and kissed my neck. I've never felt like this ever!
"I'll be back in a minute" got up, put his white Ralph Lauren jogging bottoms on and made his way out of the room.

I sank more into his beautiful bed and smiled to myself gathering the sheets to cover me up more. I looked to the side of me were one of his tops were, I reached out and shoved it on. It smells just like Elliot, it's perfect.

What am I doing? I'm laying in Elliot's bed with his shirt on, with the sheets wrapped around me waiting for this perfect boy to make me breakfast. People keep telling me that he's not good for me, he's not good you'll only get burnt. Well if it's just sex then what's the worst that can happen? I mean it's not like we're in a relationship... Are we? Oh but I want him so much, he looks at me with those big green eyes and him biting his lip. I want him, all of him. And I will never let him go. Is that selfish of me? Maybe I will get burnt, but I wouldn't mind getting burnt from the most perfect flame.