Perfect Fit
She's not even his type.
She's too short and her lips are too full, her hair is to dark and her eyes are too big. He doesn't have a thing for her, he doesn't. He's just staring at her because she's, well, so weird. She talks all the time about people he'd never heard of, places she wants to go and music he's never played. He doesn't wonder what it's like in her world because he doesn't belong in it. She's too smart and too loud. She's too much. He sighs into his father's armchair and rubs his temple. He doesn't have feelings for her. It's just that she's so different. She's new like a creature in the wild and he just wants to know her.
That's all.
He's not a perv for checking out her ass when she bends down to pick up something off the floor during class, he's a guy, it's totally natural. Except, she has like the best legs he's ever seen and he wonders how they go on for miles when she's so tiny. Once she leans over trying to teach him the piano, his hands tingle and he figures it's just the cool breeze coming from the window making him shiver. It's nothing. He doesn't fantasise about her rosy lips and brushing his own against them, it's just that she's so unique. She's so imperfectly perfect.
He catches a sliver of flesh from her blouse and so his gaze lingers, his throat dries up a little. So what? He's a guy; it's totally cool to check out a hot tiny odd girl. It's nothing. He doesn't have a thing for her. Her hands brush against his when she's packing up her things and her bright brown eyes look at him with warmth, he wonders sometimes what it would be like to be lost in them. He doesn't know why he does it, but her bangs are hitting her eyes, so his fingers stroke them past her face. A blush creeps up her pretty face and he finds himself smiling. His hands strokes her silky smooth hair and trace her jaw until he reaches her plump his. He feels her kiss the pad of his thumb and she almost looks away, as if a deer caught in headlights. She's just so irresistible.
He doesn't know why he does it but it's like a fire ignites in him. His hands cup her face and he kisses her hell out of her, his tongue brushing against her teeth until she grants him entrance, his lips brushing hers as he sucks on her bottom lip. She moans into the kiss and he doesn't think he's heard a more melodic sound before. Her tiny hands grip his waist, the bodily contact heating up his skin as he nipples her jaw, then her ear and gently kisses her temple.
He gulps at the sight of her.
Her hair is mussed and her lips red from his rough kisses and he wonders how someone could be so sexy. Her eyes flicker up at him and he can't help it. He can't help the effect her brown orbs have on him as he dives into her again, kiss her neck and sucking on her collarbone to hear her moan in delight. Her hands rest on his shoulders as he explores her exposed skin, trailing kisses from her jaw, to her neck until he finds the treasure of her chest, her peek of her breasts
He doesn't know what comes over him but his hands knead her breasts as she moans in ecstasy, his ministrations making her stumble against the wall as she ravishes him with a searing kiss, her fingers digging through his hair. He feels his jeans tighten as the friction between them, they're so close now. Her face is flushed, her brush still prominent on her face and her lips moist from his numerous kisses. She's not his type. She's out of his league, he realises.
He smiles down at her as her hands trail down his jeans, the bulge evident from the contact of their bodies as they stand flushed against each other. His hands grip her waist as her hoists her up. Her legs wrap around his waist immediately and he groans at the effect she has on him.
He bruises her neck with more rough hard kisses until she screams as the sensation he gives her. Her hands sneak down his trousers to cup his junior member and he finds himself grunting. Maybe it's because he can't have her that she wants her so much. Her eyes are daring and his own dark with lust, a fire in his exploding like a volcano for her. He realises he's not just got a thing for her, he wants her.
Her hips buckle against his waist, making him harder as she smiles so innocently at his reaction. Her lashes flicker and her eyes are hooded as they stare at each other, amazed by the beauty of them. He hears the zipper open as he continues to kiss her cherry lips, tasting her vanilla scent and honey skin. He finds himself exposed now, her hands stroking him as he grows harder against her hand. He finds himself out of breath from the steady pace of her ministrations.
'Stop.' He can't take this any longer. He has to have her, be in her, get her out of his system.
'Why?' Her tone is so soft, so innocent, it kills him.
'Because I love you', his throat raw from the emotion the words exude.
'So what?' Her words sear through him like a dagger.
'We should...we shouldn't.'
Her eyes shut instantly, his hands resting tightly on her waist to nail her to the strong wall. He finds her hands circled around him, still now as they breathe; the air thick. Her own large hands cover hers now as he stills her against the wall. He pants heavily now as she stays so quiet, too quiet. He has to ask, he has to know. Not knowing is going to be the death of him. They can't just keep playing around like this, fooling around and kidding themselves there's nothing.
'Do you...?'
Her breath stills as her eyes meet his own hazels orbs, her hands reach up to stroke his face, marking his freckles as she leans closer to kiss his stubbles.
'Yes.' She utters it so faintly and too quickly, he almost doesn't catch it.
That is enough invitation he decides as he hands ride up her skirt and he drills into her, hard and fast as she yelps.
'Yes!Yes!Yes!'
He loves that he can do this too her, it's like taming a tiger in the wild. Her face reddens from the exertion and he creates a steady pace as her hands circle his shoulders, gripping into him as her nails dig into his skin through the thin white shirt.
They moan and grunt simultaneously that night, their sounds creating a perfect rhythm as their bodies meld into the other perfectly. He realises, he doesn't have a thing for her, he doesn't just want her, and he doesn't just love her.
She's his perfect fit.