Chapter Fifty-Seven - You're My Best Friend
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"I never want to leave New York," Blaine moaned as he lied on the bed. It was our last night in the big apple and we had just finished a fancy meal with Freddie and Kurt in the hotel's restaurant and we were on a food and wine high. It was our first time being able to drink with a meal, considering we were with Freddie, and it clearly had us feeling somewhat ecstatic.
Blaine pulled me on the bed with him, "This could be our life one day, how crazy is that?"
"This will be our life one day," I smiled, pecking him on the lips, "you have to believe that."
"I just can't believe we haven't made full use of this bed yet," Blaine smirked, beginning to tease his hands along the bottom of my dress, I lifted my arms up in response as he took my dress off. "You're so gorgeous," he smiled as his hands roamed my body, taking all of me in.
Our lips then crashed together, our tongues working against each other in familiar ways. I shift onto him more, then feeling his hardon rubbing against my thigh through his trouser pants. I untangle my fingers from Blaine's hair and pull off his t-shirt, not hesitating a second so I can get back to his mouth.
Then his kiss lowered onto my neck, over sensitive skin from the hickey he had given me the other day. I was lucky enough that my thick, curly hair had hidden it from view, not that I would have minded awfully much if everyone had seen my mark. I moaned as he sucked, my hips eagerly rocking against his as he worked his tongue against the skin.
Before I knew it, I was being twisted and launched onto the bed, my head resting against the pillow. The swift motion and the force had gone straight to my core, as I felt myself begin to soak my underwear. Blaine wasted no time in beginning to unbuckle his belt, as I watched him lustfully as he undressed himself, taking in every flinch of movement. My legs began to spread almost naturally, his eyes soaking up everything in front of him.
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