wandering mind.

unnamed. #002

published: 25/04/2019
last updated: as above

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Tyler and Avery and a detailed kiss scene that should quite possibly be rated mature. What more could you want?

Also, sidenote for context:  this doesn't directly follow the last part, and they've got an unspoken competition between them about who can like, seduce the other first into doing anything physically sexual with them.

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My back was now fully pressed against the wall of my bedroom, my petite body trapped in place by Tyler's larger one, with his arms on the wall either side of me as he gazed down at me intensely, so impossibly close I could feel my every curve of my body pressed against his hard one. I kept my eyes locked on his, innocently doe-eyed in a manner time had taught me he found attractive, makeup only serving to enhance my sultry gaze. Knowing I was winning, knowing I almost had him, I pulled my scarlet-painted bottom lip between my teeth, before slowly rolling it out, something I knew from practice in the mirror was incredibly sexy, if I said so myself.

He finally lowered his dilating eyes to my lips, took his hands off the wall, and as one wrapped around my waist to pull me closer, if that was even possible, the other curved around my left cheek and in that very moment, I knew I had him. I had won.

And tilting my face up towards his, he leaned down in a long-awaited moment and our lips met. Finally.

Fighting against my urges for months in an effort to win our little competition paid off as I wrapped my arms around his neck,  lifting one higher to play with his hair. Closing my eyes, I practically melted into him, living in the sensations. It was a slow kiss, but a passionate one with all of both of our emotions put into it, and I was in heaven. God, he was an incredible kisser; I don't know how I hadn't given in sooner.

He slowly ran his right hand down from my cheek, trailing his fingers lightly down the curve of my spine until he reached the small of my back, and I felt a jolt of pleasure at his barely-there movements. He then lowered the hand wrapped around my waist until I felt his fingers brush against my skin, before he slipped his hand completely underneath my top. The warmth emanating from his large hand on my bare skin was a complete contrast to the coolness of area next to it exposed to the air, and in addition to his thumb gently rubbing continuous circles against my bare waist, I couldn't help but left out a soft moan.

Taking the opportunity, he chose that moment to probe his tongue in my mouth and, overpowering the weak fight I put up, I lost myself in him entirely, the wall behind me and his hand against my back the only thing holding me up.

He pulled away briefly then and I slowly opened my eyes to find a smile of pure serenity washed over his face, something I knew was mirrored in my own flushed expression. Wanting to stay in this moment forever, I didn't dare to move at all. He'd obviously had the same idea, as his face was still only inches from mine, still holding me up, thumb still rubbing slow erotic circles on my bare skin.

Then he leaned in again, pressing a soft kiss this time on the corner of my swollen lips, trailing the same feathery kisses across my jaw in a path to my earlobe, softly murmuring, "You're so fucking sexy," between each light contact of his lips against my skin.

Having reached my earlobe, he took it between his lips and bit it softly and I gasped, both hands back around his neck as I clung onto him and brought him closer, eyes closing in bliss.

Releasing his bite, he continued his assault lower, his sexy murmur of "positively ethereal" a caress against my neck as I shivered. He paused for only a second before he kissed my neck again, this time not moving. His hot breath felt beyond wondering on my skin as he sucked, and when he grazed his teeth over the area before lightly biting it, I let out another moan and couldn't help but throw my head back, arching my body into his.

"And all mine," he then whispered before he placed his lips around the now-sensitive area on my neck and sucked it again.

Once he released it, he pressed his tongue against the area in a soothing manner, and it took me a few seconds to regain coherent thoughts. That is, if you count the repeating of the word "Fuck" over and over again as a coherent thought.

With a contented sigh, I brought my hands up from his neck to his face, the pads of my thumb stroking his soft skin as I brought his face back up to mine, drinking in his swollen lips and raw emotion in his eye as we gazed at eachother, neither of us willing to stop yet.

And so we didn't. I pulled his face back to mine and our lips again met in a sweet already-familiar kiss. He was right. I was his, wholly and completely. And he was mine.

He traced his hand along the side  of my body to my right hand, pulling it away from my cheek as his fingers intertwined with my own.

And in that moment we were synchronised, the sound of two racing heartbeats merging into one as two halves of a soul became whole. My thumb stroked his cheek, and his stroked my waist in time to the rhythm of a song only us two could hear.

We finally pulled away and he rested his forehead on mine as, I moved the hand not interlinked with his to rest against my swollen lips for a few seconds, stunned, then back to his hair.

Running my fingers through it, I whispered weakly, almost scared to talk any louder, "By the way, Tyler, I won."

He had a goofy smile across his face and, much like earlier, I knew I was the same, unable to control it.

He spoke softly, "Of course you did, Ave. I'm yours, always."

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This is where she makes a comment teasing him about having lipstick on his lips, or he makes a teasing comment about her lipstick being messed up or something but nah, this was too cute of a way to end it to ruin that.