Fractured

Chapter 63

Chapter 63

Clothes were removed slowly. But that kind of made it even better. To prolong this awesome night, which I soon realized was the night I've been secretly dreaming spending with him (you pervs know what I mean). After all, I've been looking forward to this impossible idea for a long time. It was going to happen; I could feel it vibrating in my bones. Like I said, I was feeling like a girl... I mean even more so. So call me pathetic - and shut up - when I say that my insides felt to nearly be quivering in anticipation. Because tonight I was going to have sex with the man I love.

He kissed me, and took my body tightly against his. In the sweetest but most heated way possible. Our limbs wrapped together over the ruffled blankets along the mattress, and I don't recall ever feeling this way before. Just... pure love for him and the need to make him happy to the point of surrendering myself to him. I just wanted him; it was like a fire burning that felt just so damn good. And we gave ourselves over to each other to burn in that fire. Until all that was left was just my panties, my bra, and his boxers.

The sensation of his bare skin on mine when we removed our shirts and pants left me breathless. So warm... his scent too alone warmed me as I breathed him in from being so close. He did the same as well. Especially right now, as he just buried his nose in my hair, his mouth moving and teasing the skin along my neck.

Moaning at his sweet lips, I let my hand slide up his back, trailing along his dressing against his upper back I forgot about. After all, the last thing on our minds was our sore bodies. I even forgot about my own bandaged back. Of course, this didn't slow us down any. It was too beautiful of a moment to slow down. When my fingers reached his neck and slid up into his soft and slightly curly hair, I gripped him gently and held him against my neck more. Even arching it for his sweet lips.

"Luke," I breathed out into the dark air around us. My eyelids slowly fell shut, taken over. I welcomed it... so much. One of his hands delicately slid up my bare stomach, so softly and slowly. Until I could feel his fingers crawl up my chest, resting on my breast. His other hand, a mystery until now, found the back of my neck once more. And those cool fingers that sent shivers over me twined in my tight hair below my bun. And I could see where that hand was heading from a mile away that I was already smiling as he continued kissing my neck.

As I guessed, his fingers reached up and found my bound hair. And the source as his fingers started to pick at my hair tie. In the process, his mouth became even stronger. It made me laugh slightly. "Is my hair getting you excited?" I said; my laugh was cut off by a moan when his lips magically massaged a sweet spot behind my ear. As if to show I was vulnerable to his touch, and to not test his position. I heard his muffle chuckle against me as he finally got my hair free, kissing back down to my neck again and I felt his teeth slide back and forth, even hitting my necklace in the process that I knew wouldn't be removed throughout this beautiful night. I could only hope that that will be the only thing remaining on our bodies by the time this is over.

"Don't tease me, lady," he said in a funny voice, making me laugh. And in the process, my legs tightened around him. I couldn't help it either, not when I felt him start to grind against my body. And his erection was at full attention I could feel now. Through his boxers, I felt it rubbing between my thighs, and pushed it up against my panties, making him break from my lips and moan himself.

He leaned up over me, his hand that released my hair was now stroking it out around my shoulders with gentle fingers. His other hand was squeezing against my breast. And I was forced to whimper as I dug my teeth into my bottom lip, it felt so good. I smirked as I stared up at him. "Then don't tease me. Bitch," I said.

He grinned down to me. "You know, I'm giving myself over to you..." he said in a seductive and teasing, playful voice. "So don't call me bitch," he said and laughed, and in the next moment, he thrust his hips harder against me. It pressed his bulge closer, making me groan. And with how playful we were... I was surprised it wasn't more awkward. But... that wasn't us, to shy away in embarrassment even with this going to be the first time we have sex together. We could laugh and play and tease and still make it so loving.