I knew very well alcohol wasn't for me, I knew that it made me say things that were not needed, I knew it made me do things that I wanted but didn't dare to do, I knew all this, I knew everything. I still decided to drink with him, I told myself that maybe, for once things would go well.
So we were just staring at each other, I was giggling and he was smiling, he let his hand on his thigh and my brain decided I needed to do something, my hand ended up on top of his. He looked at both of our hands, I sighed and smiled, I sat on my legs so I could face him, I whispered…
-I told you alcohol is no good for me.
I moved myself slowly against him, his green eyes looked straight in mines, I could feel his breath against my face, I shivered and pushed my lips on his. He kissed me back, his hands landed on my hips, I moaned when I felt his cold fingers on my boiling skin; he removed my shirt and I started to undo his belt and unzip his jeans, we pressed each other's chests, I helped him remove his jeans and shirt. He undid my bra and let it fall on the floor and I sat on his lap, brushing my breasts against his naked chest. He let go my mouth to kiss my collarbone, my neck, my jaw, my cheek… I was breathing loudly, I hid my head in his neck when his fingers worked their way on my chest, slowly going down, joining the other ones who were unbuttoning my jeans. All of our clothes except our underwear were on the floor, I lightly bit his neck and he moaned, I could feel his boner against my butt, I played with his boxers, I sighed…
-Fuck… I want to do it, now.
He smiled at me and removed his boxers and my underwear, his touch was driving me crazy, I was panting and so was he, he worked his way inside of me, I held his shoulders tightly, and I kissed him hardly, our tongues met and I felt my nails digging into his skin, he breathed loudly against my lips, every move he was doing was making me mad. I felt pressure on my hips and I knew he was close, he moaned my name and I felt one last hit, I cried out and dug my nails even deeper into his light skin. We stayed like that, he let his head on my shoulder and I was trying to catch my breath.
-I love you, I smiled as I kissed his shoulder.
He smiled and kissed me, I guessed that meant ''I love you too. ''.
I am aware that it's short. I'm still thinking about if I should do a sequel or not. I've been weirdly addicted to Rupert and the Harry Potter series lately, and I've been having something like this in my mind for a couple weeks so I thought I should give it a try. I wrote this listening to Zombieland's and House Of Wax's soundtracks.