All That I Wanted

Chapter 10:The Less I Know The Better

Chloe started kissing down to her neck, blue hair tickling her skin. She groaned as teeth latched onto her pulse point, digging her hands into Chloe's back further. That leather jacket needed to move.

"Jesus, Chloe-"

"Just Chloe calling." She hissed, voice husky with sleep and something else."Chloe is fine, no Jesus. I love sinning."

"Yeah?"

"Oh fucking yeah-" A lick, from her neck to her jaw, back to her lips, more kisses that she dare say were making her feel so hot she might blow up.

"Are we sinning right now?" She asked, and Chloe laughed, low and throaty against her lips, warm breath brushing across her own.

"Only of you're up for it." Chloe's hand creeped up her tank top, scratching the skin of her abdomen bluntly. She flushed, all the way to her chest because jeez Chloe was bold. Blunt, but bold.

"Hmmmm maybe?" She admitted, and Chloe looked up at her with surprise."I dunno." She then wrapped her legs around Chloe's hips, using her heels to pull her so close you couldn't tell where one started and ended. The pressure made them both groan, breath a little harder. Chloe was already moving slowly against her, hips shaking with restraint.

She's that pent up? That's adorable-

"I was just teasing- but if you really-"

"Just mess with me ok?" She pleaded. Chloe nodded, swallowing hard, continuing to move against her."For a little while." Chloe nodded again, autopilot with one focus.

She's everything to me. Look at that face.

The playing field was not level here at all.

Max in her shorts and Chloe in her jeans. Rough denim fucking jeans against weak cotton shorts. Who was she to make fun of Chloe at all?

So to put it bluntly-

Every press and pull and grind felt ten times better than it should, with Chloe trapping her leg with her thighs and at the same time, rocking up into Max. Kissing her wherever she could see, growling in Max's ears.

Just one day. One day and they were all over each other. Shouldn't that be embarrassing?

"Can I touch you?" She asked and she nodded, giving her own little push. Off guard, Chloe moaned, something she wasn't very used to hearing. It was a gift every time she did. Her hand traveled further up her shirt, not stopping until it could latch down-hold, press, roll. Rhythm, calming sweet rhythm.

She groaned, rolling her body harder, chasing a feeling-friction, trying not to give too much into it. Just to make this moment last.

With a glance, Chloe leaned up and tossed her shirt to the floor, snatching hers next.

And they never did much, never crossed that line.

But this was enough.

Chloe on top of her, both shirtless, hands scalding her with heat and desperation. Skin touching skin. That constant reassurance they both needed.

Marking, and it was a little bit deeper than anything they'd ever done. Silent communication, Chloe backing off when needed to just kiss her, let her drown in those lips and blue eyes, wasting minutes and hours. Who cared?

Slow whispers, it was all about give and take, but they both knew there was too much on there minds for anything else. Too many roadblocks, too many questions. A small part of Max's mind chided her, after all they'd only been together a handful of months.