EIGHTEEN: I'll See You In The Morning

I gasp as his mouth covers mine, my head thudding against the door as he pushes me back against it, his hands on either side of my face as he kisses me. My entire body is running hot, sizzling as my brain freezes completely.

He starts to slow down, then he pulls away, enough so that my lips separate, but close enough still that his breath is still hitting my mouth.

His eyes look between mine as I look up at him. Trying to find an answer. A reaction. Something.

But I’m frozen to the spot.

My hands are by my sides, palms pressed back against the door. My mouth is open slightly as I breathe. My eyebrows are pinched together in a frown as my mind tries to comprehend the fact that David just kissed me.

His thumb moves on my cheek as his eyes focus on the movement, giving me a moment to blink through my confusion.

“Nora…” He breathes, pressing his forehead to mine as his eyes close. “I'm–”

This time I cut him off. I cut him off by grabbing his neck, pushing myself up on my toes, and kissing him.

A year of having a crush on him. Weeks of seeing him at the club, of submitting to him. It is all surging through my body, and my brain no longer has any control. It’s like ecstasy is flooding through me, and I’m chasing the high.

He groans into my mouth as I kiss him, his hands moving from my face down to my waist, sliding round my back, and pulling my body against his. He turns us both around, heading to the wall on his left, where there is a hall table. Swiping everything off of it, I hear the various objects clattering to the floor, but I don’t care, and neither does he.

I have David’s lips on mine after so long, and nothing else matters in that moment.

He lifts me onto the table, my veins sizzling just as they do every time he manhandles me at the club, and I continue kissing him eagerly as his hands go under my jumper. He pulls back, and I can hear him panting heavily as he pulls the jumper off of me, leaving me in just my bra, because I never put a T-shirt on when I changed earlier. His mouth crashes back to mine, his hands running up the sides of my body, round my back, pulling me closer to him as his tongue runs across my bottom lip, then over my tongue once I grant him access. My hands are in his hair, but I move them to his shirt, to the buttons, rushing to undo them and push his shirt off, which he helps me with eventually.

I separate our lips so that I can look down. For the amount of time David has spent using my body the last few weeks, I haven't yet seen him without a shirt. And fuck, is it worth the wait.

My hands run down his chest, his stomach, his muscles twitching and tensing under my touch, as he just breathes above me, watching me explore. When I look back up at him, he licks his bottom lip, waiting for me to make the next move.

I slide my hands around his waist, and pull him back to me.

His lips move against mine eagerly, his hands running over me as if they already know my body inside and out. Which, he kind of does, but he just doesn’t know it yet. I arch into him as the kiss deepens, and his hands move down to my thighs, my ass, with the intention of pulling me back off the table.

When his fingers dig into my ass though, my body kindly reminds me of this evening’s events, the soreness of my skin, and I hiss in pain.

“What?!” He says quickly as he pulls back from me. I swallow.

“I…” I pause. I can’t exactly say why he can’t touch me there, so I go with another excuse. “I don’t think… I don’t think we should…”

His mouth snaps shut, and he nods stiffly.

He bends down, while I screw my eyes shut, and he then hands me my jumper.

“I’ll see you in the morning.” He mutters, grabbing his own shirt from the floor and marching off to his room.

When the door slams shut, my head falls back onto the wall as I try to understand what the fuck just happened.