-Warning: Mature Scenes Ahead-
Beck
He had finally done it.
He had been wanting to kiss her for the longest time, and now he finally worked up enough courage to.
It was definitely worth it.
He tried to deepen the kiss, but before he could she abruptly pulled away.
"I just threw up, you freak," she chuckled softly and he smiled.
"Well I don't really care- "
She tsked him and stood up. "And in the bathroom too? How gross can you get?"
He rolled his eyes playfully and walked out of the bathroom, leaving her to wash out her mouth.
He went to his room and his stomach fluttered in pure happiness.
I finally kissed her!
He smiled proudly to himself as she walked into his room, this time catching him off guard with a kiss.
Her arms wrapped around his neck as his gripped her hips tightly, and he deepened this kiss as she parted her lips for him.
He started backing them towards the bed, stopping when the back of her knees hit the mattress.
But she clearly had no intention of stopping as she fell down on the bed, pulling him on top of her as they continued kissing passionately.
He pulled away for air, but she almost immediately connected their lips again.
He pulled away once again, and she frowned. "What is it?"
"You need to be honest with me," he breathed, causing her to raise an eyebrow. "Because if you don't tell me the truth, I won't be able to stop."
"I'll be honest with you," she nodded.
"Do you want to keep going?" He looked into her big blue eyes, waiting for an honest answer.
"Yes," she immediately replied.
"Angel..."
"Do you not want to keep going?"
"I do," he nodded quickly. "But I want to make sure you're ready."
She hesitated a bit, before nodding again. "I'm ready."
"Jade, if you let me do this," he brought his lips to her ear, murmuring, "I won't be able to stop."
"Then don't stop," she gasped, clenching her legs together as she felt heat pooling between them.
"You sure?"
"Please, Beck," she whined, and it was impossible to say no to her.
He kissed her deeply again before trailing his lips down her neck, and she sat up, desperately tugging her shirt off in a rush.
He helped her out of her pants, leaving her only clad in her bra and underwear. She peeled off his shirt, throwing it somewhere in the room, not caring where it landed.
His eyes coated with lust as he raked his eyes over her body. He had been waiting for so damn long.
"Jeans," she whimpered, undoing the buckle of his belt. "Off. I want them off."
He was more than willing to help her take off his jeans, leaving him in only his boxers as he kissed her again.
His lips began trailing down her body, and his fingers slid behind her back, unclasping her bra and letting it fall to the floor.
He lustfully eyed her breasts before leaning down and taking one into his mouth, making her moan as he swirled his tongue around it.
"More," she gasped, bucking her hips as his fingers toyed with the other breast, teasing her endlessly.
He reached down and slid a hand between her legs, and she whimpered as he ran a finger over her slick underwear.
"Please," she begged, and he would never get used to that word falling from her lips, sounding so innocent and sweet.
He slipped off her underwear and tossed them onto the floor, his hand continuing his actions between her legs, making loud moans escape her lips as she arched her back in pleasure.
And it wasn't long before his lips replaced his hands, and he laid her down gently, pulling out a condom from his bedside table drawer.
He grabbed her hands and pinned them above her head, looking at her, asking if she was ready with his eyes.
She nodded, and he slowly slid into her, starting a slow and burning rhythm, making sure he wouldn't hurt her.
And soon, after they reached their finish, they fell asleep, comfortable in each other's arms.
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omg what did i just write-
my virgin eyes, man.
i apologize if i didn't do this justice lmao.
make sure to comment your thoughts!
-izzy
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