In which an unsatisfyed girl, lives viciously.
We looked at the gloomy sky above us, as we lay on our backs. The large, unfinished house, with swamp colored bricks, and it's peak was so rugged it appeared, as though, it was scraping the dark bruised sky.
"You are like the thrill I get in my stomach when a car rushes by, when you rode️ with me on our bikes. You are that brief, yet startling sound, that the engine inside of it made. You are my reality check.", I elaborated, with a blush dusting my cheeks.
"What is that supposed to mean?" He laughed out, making me blush even harder, wrapping my arms across my chest.
I sighed, looking at the frosty cloud that my breath had formed before my face.
"You have this indescribable... it's such a brief feeling, that it makes you so much more" I said, if it was possible, I was blushing harder. " you're like the thoughts Picasso had, that never made it to the canvas" i chuckled, I'm basically trudging through my own cheesiness.
There was a short, yet noticeable pause before his response.
I turned sideways to try and tell what he was thinking about. He wore a turbulent expression, and his eyebrows were furrowed. I think he knew what I meant, and wasn't willing to admit it anytime soon. He let out a breath before proving my point right, and saying,
"I'm just going to keep quiet, because we both know I have no idea what that means, and the moment is really serene right now, so you'll explain tomorrow? " He said slowly, making sure not to mess up. Intertwining his long fingers with mine, and bringing the back of my hand up to his lips, kissing me softly. This sent chills through my arm.
I let out a chuckle.
"Okay." I said closing my eyes, letting the blush slowly fade, and pressed my hand harder against his mouth.
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Fletcher Tiberius Faust
Valentina Conner Yorke
A sacred union sealed by the mating of a true born hybrid and the calmest among nature....,.
It's a bloody relationship....
" You wanna know how worked up I've been? " He urges, bitting his lip. Without giving me time to answer, he gets too close and I feel my breathing accelerate and his breath on my cheek , making me feel warm and fuzzy at all the right places. I try to open my mouth to say something but he has other plans. He leans in and runs his hands down my arms.
" I have been uncomfortably hard these past few days and I can't even fuck my girlfriend without picturing your face " he whispers again,his eyes boring into mine blazing a dangerous shade of red. And for some insane reason , I begin to feel uncomfortably good, light headed and tinglish in my belly. And I don't know why but I like it. So I keep quiet and allow him to continue.
" I don't only picture your beautiful face Sey. I imagine how you will feel around me and for some fucked up reason I know you're going to be so goddamn tight " he murmurs so close to my ear that I feel his lips on them, so soft and they begin trailing down my neck. I buckle with a weird sensation and he immediately grabs me by the waist , keeping our bodies flush against each other.
" Do you feel that ? " He asks slowing kissing my jaw and I do I feel his hard front rubbing against my body and it feels like I'm going to explode. I make a weird sound at the back of my throat and he growls closing his eyes and his nostrils flaring
" Just a taste " he growls staring at my lips and I'm spellbound and my brain feels foggy. But I think he sees it in my eyes , the answer to his not so there question, because immediately he lips brush over mine , just a feather like touch which has my eyes rolling back. I feel his breathing increase and his lips part ready to take mine in , until I'm brought out of the trance by a growling voice
" What the fuck are you doing to my girlfriend? "