What's Wrong With Me?

Matthew Evans

Walking down the sidewalk to school, I wish I didn't have to go and suffer through another day of dramatic girls and guys that I can't seem to get over. My life pretty much revolves around guys. I just love them. I love how some of them are totally sweet, gentle, caring, and predictable. I'm obsessed with the guys who are rough, unpredictable, and seductive. My type
of guy would be someone rough who can pleasure me but still sweet and caring. I've never actually been in love. Sure, I've had tons of school girl crushes. But I have to admit, I'm a player. That is, until Matthew Evans came along.

*Flashback*

Our lips meet in a slow but hungry kiss. I run my hands through his long chocolate brown hair, leaning into the kiss and asking for more. His hands run over my body, sending shivers through my spine. The feeling of his hand slowly sliding up under my shirt ad caressing my skin makes me smile through the kiss. The kiss gets rougher and more heated, exactly how I like it.

Matt backs me up into a wall, pushing against my body with his. I love the feeling of his strong body against mine and his reassuring hands caressing me. I move my hands so that they're resting against his chest, moving my fingers and caressing him as he does the same to me. His hands lightly slide over my butt, making me feel sparks. I grab his face, bringing it closer to mine but continuing the kiss.

I've never kissed like this before. I've made out with plenty of guys, but I've never felt what I'm feeling now. The kiss lights up sparks in my body and makes me feel so alive. I can't stop. My breathing gets faster as our kiss begins getting more heated.

I put my hands back on Matt's chest and move him to a sitting position on the couch. I straddle his waist and resume the kiss, longing for more. Matt's hands run up and down my sides, making my heart fill with pleasure. I have my arms around his neck, letting him do the work for now.

Matt starts wiggling, moving himself so that he's now straddling me. His thumbs rub my cheeks as the kiss continues. He slowly begins kissing my jawline, moving down and lightly sucking on my neck. Me eyes flutter closed in pleasure. I let Matt work his way down until he finally reaches my chest, lightly pecking me everywhere. He runs his hands along the top part f my chest, still not progressing to my breasts.

I bring his face back up to mine and press my lips into his, opening my mouth so that his tongue has access. I lightly tug at the hem of his shirt. He guides my hands and helps me remove it. I let him peel off my shirt as well, leaving me in my blue Victoria's Secret bra. I feel his skin press against mine, smooth and soothing. I run my hands up and down his abs, taking control. I slowly move my kisses down his face, and I hear his sharp intake of breath.

I push him down on the couch, lying on top of him and kissing his chest and neck.

"Ellie..." he murmurs.

"Mhm?" I reply, taking a break from my kissing.

"Don't stop." he breathes, running his hands down my back. I resume my kissing, caressing his body and intertwining my legs with his. He brings my face back up to his, kissing me roughly and lightly nibbling on my lower lip. My bra straps have fallen off my shoulders, and Matt notices. His hands run down my back, searching for my bra clip.

"Matt." I breath, wanting him to continue but knowing we shouldn't. "We need to stop."

"I know." He sighs. "I just don't want to."

*end of flashback*

Ever since then, I've felt something different for Matthew. Every time he kisses me my heart fills with pleasure. Every time he says my name it sounds so special. Every time he looks into my eyes I feel loved. I'm confused about this. I've never felt this way before, and I feel like it's wrong.