We didn’t get enough time, but perhaps that was meant to be.
I wanted more time, I needed it. It was never enough, and I think he thought it too.
But when two people make a mistake, it doesn’t take long for the consequences to follow.
And we had made a lot of mistakes.
This kiss was slow and intoxicating, but still so hungry, much like our first. I didn’t even care that he hadn’t pulled back and admitted he had missed me too – his actions were the only confirmation I needed, as we lost our breath to each other. His lips were soft, and there was no hint of alcohol on his tongue, which I was glad for, because I wanted this to mean something to him too, not just to me.
“What do you want me to do, Dove?” He pulled back for air, panting, his lips now a deep red shade, and swollen.
“I don’t know,” I breathe, and go to wrap my arms around his neck to bring him back into a kiss again, but he resists.
“Yes you do. You’re lying. You’re always lying to me, Dove.”
He pulls away completely for a moment, and I almost cry at the loss of contact, but then he tugs on my arm, indicating for me to straddle him, and I reluctantly do so.
I keep my weight on my knees as I hover above his lap, not wanting to sit directly down on it in case he’d feel weird about it. But he didn’t, and encouraged me to as his hands guided me down onto him by my hips.
I could feel his growing arousal against me, and I reflexively bit my lip at this, closing my eyes simultaneously so that I wouldn’t have to feel the embarrassment in case he caught my action.
“This is wrong,” I pout, knowing he was about to disagree with me, but a huge part of me wanted him to, so we could go back to kissing, in hopes that I’d feel less guilty the more we got into it.
“No, it’s not. There’s nothing wrong with two people wanting each other like this.”
To Sam it was.
But I guess from this point on in my story, I should probably stop comparing the two, because truth be told, they were two completely different guys.
And always would be.
“It is when I have a boyfriend, and you -”
“Yasmine and I aren’t together.”
“I know that, but-”
“No, Dove. I’m free to do as I please, just as she is. That’s the liberty of not being in a relationship. You’re not tied down to anyone.”
“But I am in a relationship.”
“You don’t seem very happy about that,” he laughs, and I can’t help but smile, knowing damn well he was completely right.
I just couldn’t admit it to myself.
When I don’t give him an indication that I’m going to say something next, he continues,
“Tell me what you want, Dove.”
“I want -”
I look down, embarrassed, and smile slightly at my complete inability to finish a sentence around this boy. He was already driving me insane, and I hated but loved it all the same.
His fingers go to my chin, and tilt it up so that I am forced to look at him again. His pupils dilate on cue, and he licks his lips before bringing his lips back to mine, this time much more tenderly. But when my fingers find their way to his hair, and begin tugging, he deepens the kiss knowingly, before his hands slide down the length of my body on either side, before resting on my hips. He guides them to rock against him gently, and he lets out a groan when I bite down on his bottom lip, and lift my hips up gently only to lower them again, directly over his growing erection.
He flips us over, so that I am laying on the cold floor of the roof, while his body hovers over mine.
“Can I touch you?” He whispers against my lips, and when I nod in response, afraid to open my mouth and formulate any real words in case moans would escape my lips instead, I feel his mouth form a grin against mine, before he used his hand to tilt my head to the side slightly, and began kissing my neck instead.
When an involuntary moan escaped me, he looked at me with a cocky smirk.
“I haven’t even started yet, Dove.”
I’m not sure how I managed to last as long as I did before giving myself in completely, because he was doing things to me that I could only dream of having experienced sooner.
I had missed out on so much during my time with Sam, and with Theo, it was just so easy.
Too easy.
He lifts my sweatshirt up to where it would meet my bra, and the cold air hit me at once, causing me to tremble softly. The sun was slowly but surely setting, and natural light had dimmed, creating a soft and almost romantic atmosphere around us. The chills were soon replaced with warmth from his breath, as his lips hovered above my stomach before trailing kisses down lower, much lower, past my bellybutton, until he had reached the hem of my yoga pants.
He looked up at me through hooded eyes, pleading me to let him take them off. I almost didn’t want to because of how cold I would get, my legs bare in such weather. But my hormones had a mind of their own, and I gave in, his victorious grin seriously ridiculous at this point, as he slid them down my legs, and placed them by my feet.
He brings his body back up, positioning himself in between my legs as he kissed me once more, this time even softer than the last.
He pulled away, and we gazed at each other for a lingering second, before he leaned his head by my ear, tucking a loose strand of hair behind it.
“Relax your mind, Dove. Let me make you feel good,” he had said, his voice thick with lust.
And the whimpers that left my lips were thick with need.