I'm in the zone, so here's another one for EW.

~dontyouthink13


"Your heart's against my chest
Lips pressed to my neck
I've fallen for your eyes
But they don't know me yet

And the feeling I forget
I'm in love now

Kiss me like you wanna be loved
Wanna be loved
Wanna be loved."
Kiss Me - Ed Sheeran.

Bella's POV-

We got into the room he had gotten for us, and the sun was setting. He turned on some music, and I smiled when I heard Ed Sheeran through the speakers. His words fit the situation. I wanted to be loved. In this moment, I wanted to be lost in the icy blue eyes, and in his body warmth. I wanted him to have a part of me nobody could take away from him. He walked towards me, his eyes uncertain, my eyes reassuring. He kisses me, softly, and I feel his hands untying the strings on my shirt. I unbutton his polo, and I shudder when he touches the new, revealed skin. Skin that has only been touched by one other person.

He knows. He whispers how much he's sorry, and that he knows that I love that green eyed boy. I pull him in closer, and I say, "But I think I love you too." and it hits me, how true the words are. The phone calls. The feel of his touch. His voice. The need to have him in a way only a woman can. His lust-filled eyes meet mine, and even though he doesn't say anything to my words, he shows me that he feels the exact same way towards me.

I lay on the bed, gripping the pillow underneath my head, as his hands touch up my legs, my stomach, over my breasts, and to my lips. He scoots downwards, and pushes my skirt off, leaving me in panties. I'm briefly self-conscious, but those thoughts go away, as he purposely breathes hot air against my most sensitive spot. I grip his hair, and I arch my back. The feeling, so unfamiliar, but so addicting.

I shakily moan, when I feel his tongue on my thigh, and gasp when he tugs my underwear down. His hands reach underneath my shirt, grasping my breast, and tears fill my eyes, and I ache. He finally uses his mouth against me, doing sinful things, sucking, licking, kissing. The faster he goes, the more the tightness in my stomach increases. Finally, I choke out his name, and have my first orgasm.

Fireworks. An Earthquake. Him.

As I lay against the bed, shaking, recovering, he kisses his way up my body, and kisses me hard, and my lower body shifts, and he smiles against my lips. I shift again when he strokes me with a finger, and I say, "I don't know why it's doing that."

He grins, and he says, "It's looking for me." I look at him, confused, when he unbuckles his pants, and takes off his shirt. I help him take off his pants and boxers, and I know what he means now.

"It's looking for me."

He takes off my shirt, and bra, and pulls up the covers, over us, much to my pleasure. He kisses my neck, and I grip his hair tightly. I'm so impatient. I need him. So. Much.

"Please," I whisper, as he puts a condom on. "Need me." I whisper, and his eyes dart to my face. He grips my face, and he leans down, whispering against my lips. "I need you. I'll never hurt you. You know why?"
"Why?" I whimper, as I feel the tip of him finding it's way inside me. He doesn't respond, instead takes his time, his forearms on the sides of my face, my hands scratching at his back, pushing his way inside. I squeeze my eyes tight, when I feel the pain, the burn. My innocence is gone. It's his. Forever.

Finally. He's inside, and he's still and he leans down, trying not to move, and he says against my neck, "Because I'm in love with you."

"Jesus," I cry out, when he finally starts to move, feeling myself trying to invite him in, feeling how my body was meant for this joining. His moans are soft, quiet, caressing every part of me, caressing parts of me nobody has ever touched before, and I realize, that because of this moment, this boy, would have a piece of my heart that nobody could take away from him.

We keep going, as I press open mouth kisses to his neck, tug at his hair, and love him, in the only way I could.

He falls more in love with me, a person who's broken, and will probably never love him back in the way he deserves, but right now, it's okay. Because right now, we belong together.

I arch my back when I orgasm, moaning, and he moans back, my orgasm triggering his.

As he pulls out, and throws away the condom, I see another 3 missed calls from the green eyed boy, a boy that was unaware of the fact that I just gave a part of myself I had promised I would only reserve for him.

But when my blue eyed boy wraps me in his arms, and presses kisses to my face, strokes my hair, and says, "You did so good," my heart doesn't belong to the green eyed boy. It belongs only for the blue eyed boy, because he is my air.

But inside, I knew that even though my blue eyed boy was my air, my green eyed boy, was my heart.


~dontyouthink13