This Isn't Me

Chapter 13

Chapter 13:

Adam’s wet hair fell into my face as he kissed me, making me smile as I ran my fingers between the silky strands. He smiled too, continuing to bestow my lips with kisses. He’s always so passionate. He slowly moved me backwards, making me sit on my bed, sitting next to me. He pulled me onto his lap, my arms wrapping around his neck as he firmly held me, not giving me the slightest fear he’d drop me. We both leaned closer; both of us working to deepen the kiss, making us chuckle. We are so perfect together. I let him take over, he’s the dominant one, not me, and he did, but not by much.

As our tongue’s played, his hands slowly roamed my back, running light fingers along my spine, tightening his grip at my waist, just making me feel special in every way he could. It made me shiver with delight. The kiss was blissful and slow, not rushed at all, both of us taking are time. ‘The fire will go out soon, but the bed will keep us warm’, as I told Adam a while ago. I honestly don’t think we need a bed. As Adam started to slowly get more dominant, leaning over me and directing me down onto the bed, I soon found him above me, his hands running up and down my sides, getting tighter down at my waist as he pushed down firmly onto my hips, but his hands soon moved to hold him up, his left hand at the right side of my head and his right hand next to my shoulder.

“You know, I bet this would be more entertaining if you were stripped to my level…” Adam stated, his voice ragged. Oh yeah, Adam’s only in boxers… I felt his warm, sticky breath by my ear, felt his hands move to the rim of my shirt, rubbing the fabric between his fingers.

“You’ll have to keep me warm.” I answered, my own voice dropping an octave.

“I can do that.” He responded, his voice deep, humming. He slipped my shirt off, slowly managing to get it over my head, his hands returning to my pants as he slipped those off too.

“Fuck, its cold.” I complained, my voice getting high pitched, just now realizing how warm my clothes had kept me.

“Don’t complain…” Adam requested, kissing my cheek, nipping at my skin as he held me in his lap, pulling the blanket over our legs. I turned onto my side, resting my head against Adam’s shoulder, his lips kissing my forehead, not able to reach anywhere else. He gently slipped my hand into his, not letting go as our hands rested intertwined on his side. “I can’t stand to listen to you complain.” I hummed happily, Adam’s body generating heat quicker than mine could, my body trying to steal that heat from him.

“I love you.” I whispered as he pulled the blanket closer, lying us down.

“I love you too.”

“I know…” I yawned, drifting off to sleep, his wet hair gently gliding down the side of my face.

~Herobrine~

Mages. Section 11… No deadlox. Mages. Section 12… No deadlox. Mages. Section 13… No deadlox. Mages. Give me more patience. Section 14… No deadlox. Well, this isn’t working out like I’d hoped.

“Where would you be…?” I muttered, continuing down the rows and rows of archives. “Maybe a spell made by a certain mage…?” Spell tomes. Section 1… No deadlox. Spell tomes. Section 2… No deadlox. This is going to be a long night…