insane

now

I arched my back at every push. Sweat was running down my face, his forehead glued onto mine, my hands felt his muscles contract. Lips closed to each other, not even touching, that was part of the agreement: no kisses, not on the mouth.

As we both reach our maximum, he finishes by kissing my neck and then lay beside me, gasping for air. I picked myself up to admire his profile and his nude figure. I slowly started to get on top of him, kissing his torso up to his neck.

"That's all you got?" I whispered in his hear while kissing it. With my hand I hold his blonde curly hair tight, I began to caress the back of his head, because I know that's his weakness.

"Stop it, Lola." his voice revealed anger.

I knew I was on the right track so I continue teasing him. I dig my fingernails on his back, scratching a line down to his waist and he shivers. I felt his cheeks draw a smile and he repeated the order.

"Or what?" I asked to set him off.

In a quick move, he grabs me by my hips, puts me down while he says "You're gonna regret doing that."

He places two fingers on my bottom lip and began to travel them down, setting fire to my skin as he arrives my spot. I watched his evil face enjoying my pleasure, also teasing me with kisses on my neck.
I tangled my fingers on his curls and pushed his head down my body. He receives the message and trades his fingers with his tongue, vibrating inside me, making it difficult to control myself.

He sees my state of delirium and finishes his job. I felt his torso moving on top of me from laughing, that angelic giggle beginning and ending with those dimples.

"I still don't regret it." I said in between breathes.

We're in a complete sober mind. I know that this isn't friendship anymore, that ended a couple months ago. But, what are we? Friends with benefits? Do I really just want that?
Evan doesn't seem bored with this, we both take advantage of each other. We are there on lonely nights, when the sun isn't there to makes us feel guilty, we hide in the dark.

We fit together so perfectly, like two pieces of puzzle on opposite sides of the table too blind to see that they're wasting time trying with others. My mind began with this mental games, I keep saying to myself: It's just sex. I can't blame myself for feeling confused, one hour I'm laughing and having a beer with him and in the next hour my legs are curled up against his waist.

But right now, looking into his dark eyes I know he's my friend, my best friend since kindergarten. Not the same guy that he was a minute ago. He drives me insane, the way he can be so different and act like it's nothing. But I agreed with this and I don't regret it.

This is us. At 3 am. In my bed.