What if you had a stop watch counting down every moment till you meet you soul mate? What would you do? Where would u go the day it would run out? What if your soul mate wasn't who you expected?
Everyone is born with a eternal stopwatch constantly ticking, counting down the exact moment when you meet your soulmate. It's a small number on your wrist like a tattoo, but you are the only one that can see it. Mine ends in a few days and I am scared out of my mind. What if he is a jerk? Or what if all he wants is sex? Or what if he rejects me? I don't know what I am going to do!
I turned around and was meet with the softest lips on the planet. We kissed softly at first but it became more and more passionate. He pulled me onto his lap facing him. My legs were wrapped around his waist and he never broke the kiss. His tongue grazed mine and I gladly granted entrance. He ran his hands up and down my bare legs and stomach giving me chills. I placed my hands on his chest. We pulled away breathless but Jack trailed hot kisses down my neck. That is my absolute number one weak spot. If a guy kisses my neck I am completely screwed. I will do anything and I completely melt.
"I-i... " I stuttered trying to focus and he began sucking on my sweet spot as I was fully aware of his 'little friend' who was poking my ass and wanted to join the party. "Jack, st- stop. " I stammered out. I pushed him away from me and he pulled back looking really confused.
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I know he's followed me when the door shuts and locks behind me. His breath is on my ear before I can even think about anything and I relax against him as his teeth nip at the lobe. He reaches around me to start the shower and starts undoing my belt without even looking at what he's doing.
He's leaving hickeys up my neck and almost rips my shirt in an effort to get it off me. I spin around once it's off and smirk at the lust in his eyes. I push him back against the door and press close enough to him to feel everything, every breath and every rumble of his chest as he hums in approval.
"Are you going to keep teasing me, mi vida?" (my life) I shiver at his tone and lean forward, close enough for our lips to brush.
"This is not teasing, love." My hand drifts up his torso to wrap around his neck and I turn his head to return the favour, leaving red hickeys and bite marks as he grinds against me. The room starts to steam up as the water reaches the right temperature and I tug his shirt off and yank my belt off along with my jeans and boxers.
I back up into the shower and his eyes trail me heatedly, I can almost feel his look on me and I savour the feeling as I step under the water and slick my hair back. He removes the last of his clothes and drifts over to me, his eyes not leaving mine for a second. He reaches for me and slams his lips down on mine viciously, his teeth nipping and pulling while his tongue soothes the pain.
He pulls my hair back to release himself from the kiss and starts kissing down the column of my neck to my collarbone where he leaves another mark. His grip is tight enough to leave bruises and I relish in the pleasure pain he gives me as he completely numbs my senses to everything but him.