No Limits

Ch.1

God, it was like we were made for each other.

Every curve, every mole-- our bodies effortlessly interlocking together like puzzle pieces. Our breath mingling to create the perfect mist that hung between us, an air of arousal, of understanding, of longing, and lust.

"I don't care what I have to do," he pushed his face into the nape of my neck, inhaling my scent like it was a drug, "I will climb mountains for you, travel across the world for you, hell I'm no criminal but I'd take the hit for you."

I giggled, pushing against his chest but feebly surrendering when I noticed no give. "No need to go that far," my tone was light.

He did pull away from me now, but only to grab my chin and force my gaze to meet his. Those brown honey orbs that melted me like chocolate. "I mean it though, maybe not the 'throw my life away and go to jail for you part'", I laughed, "But I would do anything for you Alexa."

"Anything?" I hummed, reaching up to place my lips softly against his. I savored the softness and warmth of his lips, unable to resist the urge to taste them as I slid my tongue across his bottom lip. He groaned, the vibration sending warmth down through my core.

"You're killing me," he whispered against my mouth. I smiled back, feeling his full weight on me as he shifted his body completely over mine.

"Then you'll be joining me," I ran my hands up and down the length of his torso, attempting to engrave the contour of his stomach muscles into my memory forever. "I think I may have already died and gone to heaven." I smiled sheepishly at my corny joke.

"Dang, someone get this girl on comedy central," He dipped his head down again, this time beginning to assault my neck with buttery light kisses, causing me to both laugh from the ticklish sensation and grow more aroused at the same time.

"We'll see how much longer you'll be laughing for," his voice deepened, as did his attack on my neck. His kisses growing more feral, his tongue lapping against my collarbone, sucking, undoubtedly leaving a mark for the world to see. I could feel my body growing hotter, my breathing quickly turning into pants, then moans. My body involuntarily responding to his actions, as my hips struggled to raise to meet his above me. Slowly he began to drag his mouth lower, down my chest, where he cupped my breasts with his hands, his fingers slowly teasing and rolling over my nipples. Occasionally he would pinch and twist them, enjoying the reaction it raised from me. His fiery gaze met mine, enthralled with how responsive my body was to him. I stared back at him in a daze, face red, no doubt traces of sweat beginning to form on my forehead. Momentarily he paused what he was doing, to my disappointment.

"You're perfect." His eyes never fell from my face, gaze softening. I opened my mouth to respond but he quickly caught me in another kiss, so deep and encaptivating I completely forgot what I was going to say. He tasted sweet, like honey. I could taste him forever.

But soon his lips turned into air. And his body into my duvet, with his words becoming the familiar sound of my 6am alarm.

I groaned, rolling over to slam the stop button on my iPhone's alarm.