Nightly Behaviors

Chapter 26

"Why do you keep looking at me like that?" He spoke, eyes squinted and brows furrowed.

We were home on his bed eating wings he got fifty tongue torch buffalo and I got thirty honey barbecue. Instead of sitting in the restaurant we decided it would be more comfortable to just go pick up the antibacterial ointment from the local pharmacy, stop by a bar Chresanto though had the best wings to eat, and then just chill with the tv on.

"Like what?" I smile. I know exactly what he's talking about, I keep giving him this lost and mesmerized expression because I can't help but be lost and mesmerized. I've said it before and I'll say it again when he's not a complete and utter asshole, I could see why a girl would fall in love with him.

"Like you want to fuck me slow and passionately." He laughs. "We can if you want to that badly" he adds jokingly. I feel as if he's joking only half way and deep down it was a suggestion more than a mere laugh.

I pretend to be taken back by his "offer" and cliche'-ly gasp and I hit him. "I do not!" I gape. I can tell that was the lease convincing denial in history.

"Ouch." He pretends to be hurt and holds his good hand to his arm. "Don't be mad because I can read your mind."

I muse at him again. How can someone so funny and charming share the body of someone who is so hateful and rude.

"Your doing it again."

I laugh and take up one of my wings and bit into it. "Sorry." I can't help but blush.

I bring my attention back to my wings, I have about fifteen left and I don't think I can handle anymore. I close my box and put it on the nightstand.

"What are you doing clearing the space to fuck?" He smirks.

I roll my eyes playfully and blush. It would make sense but that's not what I'm doing what so ever. "No I'm just full." I rest against the back board and lay my hands on my slightly enlarged stomach.

"You sure?" He closes his box next and sets it next to him before starting on all fours towards me. I knew it was an offer. I knew I couldn't pass it up.

"You want to fuck passionately?" His hands run up the side of my jeans before tugging lightly. I hiss when his teeth latch onto my new and tug lightly. "Well since you offered," The sensation that overcomes my body doesn't have the patients for his teasing tonight. I'm soaked to his touch and there only one thing I want from him right now, no foreplay.

"No teasing right now please."

He pulls away so that his lips are inches away from mine and he looks me in my eye. "You saying that makes me want to tease you even more." He buries himself again in my neck before pulling away and gawking at my lips. "You are so perfect."

His sweet words give me butterflies and I don't hesitate to cup the back of his neck and pull him back onto me. As I said before, my body has no patients, I want no teasing.

At first touch I realize how our lips fit perfectly together and butterflies fill me. Excitement some may say.

I don't think about the shit he's said to me or even about the shit he'll end up saying to me probably later tonight. I just want his touch and lips and position between my legs to remain permanently, or if I were to remain realistic, for the rest of the night.

My lips burn on his and I giggle at the spicy buffalo taste. "What?" He pulls away with a small smile growling at the corner of his lips.

"Nothing, your just hot." I chuckle at my ironic joke pulling him back down to me. I feel his smile on my lips and smile with him. God he has the most killer smile. I know I'd rather look at it then cover its perfection with my lips but this will have to do because it doesn't seem like he's willing to break the kiss again just yet.