Her words undo something inside me.Fear of hurting her pushed to the very back of my mind, the present taking over. I am feeling so many emotions at this moment, it’s like there’s a hum underneath my skin and it only gets louder.Above me, Regina is a mess, her hair is sticking all over the place, face flushed, breasts perky as they rose and fell with heavy breathing. Absolutely breath taking.She doesn’t look away from me. Hey eyes shiny with lust, lower lip tucked into her mouth, fingers gripping the bed sheets like her life depended on it. “Fuck, when you look at me like that.” I groan,Her breath hitches, a small beautiful sound slipping past her lips, it only encourages my fingers. Rubbing between her slit, slowly at first, the warm, wet feeling against my fingers, even as she spat out more of her juices. I can’t stop myself. My other hand slides against her sides.From the swell of her hips, up to her slim waist, I kiss the matching tattoo on her side, and continue
“You’re not sleeping with me because I bought you a few textbooks.” he murmurs, face and ears red. He clears his throat nosily, pinching his nose as he does, an action I have come to relate with him being extra shy. Cute.“Who said it was because you got my textbooks?”He says nothing, just looking around, eyes jumping to every surface except my face. I sigh, dropping the books and close the distance between us.His mouth parts slightly, a small gasp slips through his lips.I can’t hold myself back anymore. My hands go around his neck, I drag my mouth to his, a gentle press as if seeking his permission. His mouth opens, welcoming mine. A slow dance, mouths melting against each other.His hands come up to my sides, holding my hip in place. I shift even closer to his body, feeling the bulge in his pants. Heat crawls up my spine just feeling it.Slowly, as our mouths slides against the other, I rub his hard on with my body. The bottom of my stomach stirs. I need him. I need him to t
The very first time I saw someone got attacked by a kissed, it happened to me.It all happened very fast. One second she was standing, an unreadable expression on her face. And the next, she was on me, kissing me.Violently.Thea gasps from beside me, but it’s distant, like a sound underwater. All I can focus on is the way this girl crashes into me, pining me into the sofa like a force of nature. My hands instinctively find her waist, gripping hard. The kiss is anything but sweet, it’s rough, like she is trying to prove something with every drag of her lips, every clash of our teeth. I flip her, forcing her under me, our positions reversed in one breathless move. My tongue plunges into her mouth, claiming, tasting, pulling a sharp sound from her throat.Her hands slide up beneath my shirt, fingers dragging over bare skin, and heavens, every place she touches ignites like she’s drawing fire on me.And then she pulls away.We stare at each other, panting, lips bruised and kissed raw
Brother dearest was the last person I expected to see in the tiny cubicle of my office when I rush in this morning. It is a most hilarious sight I have ever seen, my big brother, literally–– his shoulders are touching both sides of the walls, he looks uncomfortable, yet composed somehow. I almost forgot that when a Vega wanted to find you, you could run, but not for long.He brings his Cartier wristwatch to his eye level, without so much as a crease in his brows, the eyes he inherited from our father, or his father, since I have been disowned, flick to my face, I am standing but he looks down on me. “Late again, for the sixth time this week.” his voice is calm, yet it echoes because everyone is pretending to be busy, they are clearly listening in, another topic to add to how much of a disappointment Regina is to the Vega name. “I might have been with clients, prospective clients.” I say keeping my bag on my desk. A show of ownership, it’s a small, dingy cubicle, but it is mine, an
I expected this morning to be awkward.I mean she held me as I cried most of the night, cried with me even. There’s much I don’t know about people, but I know you don’t cry messily with them and expect to sleep with them, it doesn’t work like that. Yet, there was no awkwardness this morning.When my eyes opened to the sunlight streaming into my room, I knew I was already very late to work, about to jump out, I found our bodies tangled together, she was still fast asleep, mouth parted a bit, snoring softly. I stared at her for far too long. She was stunning, even in her sleep. Her features relaxed, hair sticking out everywhere, I had reached out gently, fingers prying away strands of hair away from her face so I could see her better. It is unclear how much I laid there, being grateful for her, feeling my heart swell in my chest from gratitude, and then she stirred in her sleep, and pretended to have just woken up. When her eyes opened, she smiled at me, it felt like basking in the
“What did you feel when you paint?” I ask into the quiet darkness, snuggling deeper into the covers, he watches me for a few seconds, slipping under the covers with me, and grumbling under his breath. I suppress a chuckle. “Not what you were expecting?”He says nothing, but from the way he hugs himself, I can tell he is disappointed, I mean I asked him into bed with me, only to ask the least expected question, he had been vibrating with energy few seconds ago. “I came here not only for an orgasm, I came to learn about you.”“I am not that interesting, and you have work early tomorrow morning.” he says, head on the pillow, leaving the distance between us open, it nags at me, but he has to cover the distance himself. “We are both not ready yet, I mean, I still want to kiss you tomorrow, until we are sure we won’t want to kiss the next day… don’t you want to kiss me tomorrow?” This time he remains silent, but his hands aren’t wrapped him as tightly anymore, so that’s a start.“I am s