The Gun Wants Me *currently writing and editing*

Chapter 47

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Chapter 47:

The days grew shorter as I watched over D'Angelo. He was healing quickly which was excellent. His second day home and he was already off his pain medication and was roaming around the house freely. His grandparents had moved in for a few days, to help me out. And I couldn't have been happier. Of course when we were alone D'Angelo couldn't keep his hands to himself. It took a lot to restrain him and not give in to him, but I wanted him to heal completely before we went any further.

I smiled into my pillow as I felt the light trail of his fingers against my naked back. Sleeping in my underwear was now custom with D'Angelo, of course last night he had tried to rip my garments off saying I was too covered but I wouldn't budge. I loved these lazy mornings with him. Waking up leisurely to him was more than I could ask for.

I shivered as his finger tips ran down my spine, his feather light touches always set me alight. He knew I loved it when he was gentle. I also loved when he was rough, but for him to show me such this soft side of him always excited me. It brought out the D'Angelo that no one got to see.

His fingers danced along my lower back, my body reacting to his touch and welcoming it. Rising towards his hands, loving the gentle affection. The edge of my panties tugged as he hooked his finger underneath. My head instantly lifted up so I could look at him just as my ass rose up in anticipation for what was coming next.

My eyes connected with D'Angelo, a devilish glint in his stare as a wicked smirk stretched his lips. He was teasing me, the bastard was forever testing me. His little mind games driving me insane as well as his touch. This morning wasn't going to be one the of those slow mornings. Oh no, just by the look in D'Angelo's eyes I knew he wanted to be mischievous. My eyes narrowed at him in a glare as he smiled at me casually. He was laying on his side, his left propping himself up as his right hand decided to wander, the bed sheet was rapped around his waist his delicious torso on display while the sheet barely covered his naked lower half. Warmth spread through my body as his hand dipped into my underwear, his finger gliding over my skin before his palm cupped my behind. My eyes widened as he casually glanced at me while his hand massaged my ass. He was being daring now, he wasn't playing fair and I just had to get even. His actions alone drove me to the limit after a whole week of torturous teasing.

He continued to massage and palm my ass as I leaned up towards him. He didn't move an inch as I nuzzled my face towards his neck. My lips gently gliding over the side of his neck, teasing until I opened my mouth and suck on his skin. His grip on my ass tightened as I grazed my teeth over his skin. I decided it was time to play hardball now, gently pushing on his shoulder he laid on his back as I climbed on top of him, straddling his waist.

My lace covered centre coming into contact with his erect member. Biting my lip and ground against him, his short nails nipping into my skin. I rocked on top of him as I lent forward sucking on his neck and rotating my hips. His over hand roamed my body as I quickened the pace, placing my hands on his chest to stabilise myself. My heart racing and I moaned out but cut it off short. I was supposed to be teasing him, not getting myself off. I wanted him to be frustrated, to beg for me and yet the only way I knew I was effecting him was by his facial expression, he was completely silent. Slowing down my movements I circled my hips, my hands enclosing against his wrists and pulling his arms over his head pinning him down. Glancing up while sucking on his neck, I could see his eyes narrowed with a wicked glint and I knew I was getting to him.