Ephemeral //H.S

Chapter 27

-Lucy Urbinati-

"Is this okay?" He rasps in my ear after removing the shirt from my body, leaving me in my underwear and bra under him. Engulfing me in the warmth of his body as he lays flush against me, my fingers curled in the hair at the back of his head as his lips keep on kissing the side of my neck. I feel one of his hands slide from my side and to my back, his fingertips grazing along the fabric of my bra in a request for my permission and I nod.

He leaves a wet kiss at the base of my throat when his nimble fingers expertly unclasp my bra, my legs tighten around him when his lips start to trail down. He kisses the swell of my breast just before hooking his finger at the front of the flimsy material swimming around me, and just like that he trails it down my body and out of my arms. My breathing picks up the second I'm bare in front of him, my face heating up when he throws it away somewhere in his room. He looks up at me, and out of reflex my arms come in front of me to cover myself.

"Belle." His strong hand gently wraps around my throat, using his thumb to nudge my chin up and forcing me to look up into his eyes. My lips part when I exhale a shaky breath, my chest rising and falling rapidly.

"You're so fucking beautiful, don't cover yourself." I glance down at his lips, biting on my own as I hesitate for a few seconds, feeling the rush in my veins every time he looks at me, when his hand runs along my skin from my ribcage to my hip. I breathe heavily and finally uncross my arms from my torso, my eyes not leaving his as I do so.

He gives my throat a gentle squeeze and I lift my head to meet his lips, but pout when he backs away with a smirk, his dimple brushing the surface of his skin and forcing my head back on his pillow again. He wets his lips, letting go of my throat and letting his hand trail down the length of my torso, in between my breasts and his lips find my skin again, kissing my collarbone and down until he meets the swell of my breast. I pant into the hot hair, my eyes closing and trying to memorize the way his lips feel against my skin, the way his curls fall in his face and tickle my collarbones.

My skin feels like it's on fire, his lips the only remedy to tame the flames or perhaps just igniting it further, as he litters it with kisses.

His soft lips wrap around my nipple and my lips part, my back arching, my heart racing and a small whimper leaves my lips. Goosebumps erupt all over my body, the feeling of his teeth gently pulling makes me squirm under him, my hips rolling against him for a friction I didn't know I needed.

He grunts against me, his hand finding my other breast to knead it in his palm and my hand tugs at his roots, biting onto my lips to try and contain the small noises threatening to come out.

"So fucking perfect." He mumbles almost to himself, his tongue flicking my nipple he backs away to see it harden, drawing out a curse out of his perfect lips. I feel his hand trail down the length of my stomach, landing on my hip bone right above the hem of my underwear and he lowers himself down my body. The tip of his tongue leaves a wet path down to my belly button, he rests his forehead against my navel, his eyes screwing shut almost in pain as his hand tightens around my hip, his fingertips burning my skin but his cold rings bring a perfect balance to the feeling. He feels too good against me right now.

"I need you, fuck I need you so badly." He nestles between my legs, my breath getting caught in my throat when his lips meet my mound over the thin fabric of my underwear, he lets go of my hip and runs both of his hands over my thighs, parting them more he starts kissing the inside of my left thigh.

My core shudders at the contact, no one has ever kissed me there before and I'd be damn if I ever told him to stop. My hands leave his hair and fist the bedsheets on both of my sides, I glance down at him, feeling his hands stop at the top of my thighs until his fingers curl under the material of the only barrier I have left.