Being Fearless

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Mature content ahead, viewer discretion is advised
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Alex

I woke up to the soft snores of El sleeping in my arms. Her head lying on my chest, her hair was sprawled out everywhere tickling my face, her smaller frame was strewn over my larger one. Her body cuddled into mine for warmth, I could feel the steady rhythm of her heart thumping against my abdomen. The steady rise and fall of her chest against me told me she was still asleep.

I gently brought my hand up to her head, I pushed her hair back so that I could study her face. I held her soft face with my hand and stroked it. She looked peaceful and innocent while she slept. Her eyebrows were knitted together telling me that even in her sleep she couldn't get away from her stress.

I haven't know her for long but I want to know her, I want to know every stupid story she tells me, every memory she has, all of her trauma. I want to know it all. I want to be there for her and hold her when she has a bad dream. I know it seems fast but the way she holds herself draws me in. I tried to push away the thoughts but I just couldn't.

I was stroking her face when she twitched and started to wake up. I pulled my hand back, instantly missing the feeling of her soft skin on my hands. She had faint freckles that you couldn't see unless you looked closely. They decorated her face and gave her an innocent look though she was far from it.

Her eyes finally opened her big green eyes. First she looked puzzled to be meeting my gaze head on but then it clicked of why she was on top of me.

She smirked at me with a evil glint in her eyes. I rose my eyebrows in confusion not understanding what she was about to do.

She pulled her legs over my waist straddling me. She sat up dragging her long nails down my naked torso painstakingly slow leaving red marks in her wake. It felt euphoric making lust build in me. I closed my eyes just enjoying the feeling, I bit my lower lip suppressing any moans. I could feel myself hardening just from her touch.

Everything she does, drives me mad. The smallest touches, the lust filled looks, everything. The night she touched herself in my tub was almost unbearable. She sounded so good, I wanted nothing more than to have her under me screaming my name in ecstasy.

I finally opened my eyes, after relishing in the feeling of her nails on my body, to see her smirking down at me. I blushed slightly, not out of embarrassment but because of my arousal. She bit her lip and started grinding on my aching cock. Even with us both having sweat pants on, the feeling was still amazing.

I looked up at her to see her already staring into my eyes. My gaze drifted around her face then down to her chest. I tried to be a gentleman but she was currently grinding on my cock, I couldn't help myself. I looked back to her eyes for approval before continuing on with my gaze. She gave me a slight nod of approval.

I looked back at her chest to see the imprint of her hardened nipples pressing against the fabric of her shirt.

My fingers ached to touch them and tease them. They were perfect. Everything about her was perfect.

"C-can I?" My voice was strained as it came out as a half moan. I never took my eyes off of her chest.

"Go ahead." I could hear the pleasure winding through her voice. She was enjoying this just as much as I was.

I reached my hand up to her breasts over the shirt. I gently skimmed my thumbs across each nipple as I looked at her face to see her reaction. She bit her lip and closed her eyes. I took that as a sign to continue.

I palmed both of her breasts and teased her nipples, rubbing them, pulling them, anything. I could hear her whimpering and her breathing was heavier.