Unreal Love ~ jp

12. Giving and tension

"Hi." Kate said, knowing that her face was bright red. "Just dropping off your gifts, sorry."
"It's fine, no harm." He crossed his wet, muscly arms and leant against the bathroom door a towel draped low on his hips. "Kate, you there?" He said with a stupid smirk waving a hand in her face. The pretentious fucker knew he was absolutely godly.
"Yes, I wasn't away." Kate said fastly, staring at his face intently realising he looked different without his glasses, not bad but different. You could cut the tension with a knife, the air in the room thick and heavy.
"Do you have pants on?"
"Nope." James said, licking his lips.
"Ok." She nodded.

"You are wet." Kate swallowed, knowing she was stating the obvious.
"Mhm."
"I'm going to go now. Bye." Kate rushed out and quickly walked to the door intent to get out of the awkward situation she had created.
Just when she opened the door a hand came from behind and closed it with a click. She turned around slowly until her back pressed against the cool wood of the door. Kate was breathing incredibly heavy, chest rising and falling.
"Here's your Christmas present Love." James whispered with his hand above Kate's head and handing her a small box. Her eyes flicked down to his lips for a moment, his tongue flicked across them.
"Thank you." Kate said and crawled her hand down
the door reaching for the doorknob.

Her hair cascading down her back elegantly and small pieces framing her face. The blush pink pyjama set fitted to her frame as her back arched against the door. The sweet lace detail drawing his attention to her full tits peaking out of the top of her shirt. The small shorts clinging to her hips that he so desperately wanted to grab. He was close enough to smell her perfume, lavender.

Her body felt as if it was on fire, heat spreading from her head all the way to her toes. His eyes bore into hers intensely. He'd noticed she was looking up through her eyelashes, pupils swollen, mouth slightly open letting out stuttering breaths before she spoke.
"Where are your friends?"
"Out."
"For how long?" Kate asked quietly now looking at the floor and gulping.
"Kate." James breathed out.
"Mm?"
"Shut up."

Their lips were lightly ghosting over each other's, dancing in hesitation. Finally he leant in fully and firmly pressed their lips together. They had gotten used to kissing now, mouths fitting together like lock and key. He believed Kate's lips were like summer rain, pouring over his as if they had a power to give and take life. He had noticed how she had taken a sharp gasp when he had finally taken her hips into his hands. James had lifted her up like she was nothing, wrapping her legs around his waist and pressing her harder into the door, the whisper of "James" she had let out in that moment had fuelled his desperation to explore every part of her mouth, tongue weaving in and out as if he were a needle and thread, creating the most detailed embroidery.

She was fully to the most extreme consumed with him and his kiss. She had observed that when she ran her fingers through his hair that his whole body would tense. How his breathing quickened when she dragged her hand from hard chest to ab infested abdomen. She had seen his biceps flex while he was holding himself up once they had moved to his bed, rustled amongst the covers. She had noticed how he had kissed her with more intensity when she had intertwined their hands. She had noticed how his hand was crawling his way up her, inching closer and closer to her boobs. Fingers dancing lightly across her skin. They were a mass of lust and passion, tangled limbs and lips seeking each other's air like it was the only way to live.

Kate believed that James was one of the most incredible people in the world, kind and attentive, always paying attention to what Kate was feeling. Compassionate, finding her when she was alone and filling the void of loneliness. He was also beautiful but was the right amount of smug. Always offering a kind smile or talk when needed, pulling a revenge prank on someone who had hurt his friends.
He was sweet, devoted, loyal, respectful, witty, attentive, mood-lifting, brave. He was just perfect in every single way.

Lily was going to be the luckiest girl in the world.