A/N: I didn't think it was possible to be this exhausted at the end of the day. Still, it can't be too bad if I managed to write this, eh?
37.
The distraction is real.
Ok, so I stole the line from Seth… he always says that when I want him to work, and he's busy salivating over his haul from the last yard sale. Like the time when we found that disgusting collection of glass pigs, for instance. I wanted him to toss the ugly things, and he wanted to spend the day cleaning them, making the damn things shine. Guess who had to stay late, detailing a disgustingly dirty truck? Yeah, not the swine cleaner, that's who. Sometimes, I wonder who runs the place.
Bella rubs her nose up the side of my neck, making me squirm in the best way. Damn, I didn't even know having someone sniff you could feel that good. Takes my mind right off the distractions, and straight back to the object of my fascination.
I groan in defeat.
Not that I don't appreciate the half-naked girl in my arms… oh no, I've wanted her this close and closer even before I knew she was naked the first time round. No, it's just that I'm at the cusp of losing my control, and the first time I take her, I'd like to impress her with my stamina, give her multiple orgasms, make her forget her own name, and the names of any other fuckers who have ever been within touching distance of her.
You know, the usual.
But that sure isn't likely to happen if she's going to make me come by merely breathing.
My eyes shut in pure bliss when she shifts and settles on my lap. We're perfectly aligned, and I can feel the warmth of her pussy lips kissing at the shaft of my dick, the thin cloth barriers no match for the magnitude of our desire.
I can't not kiss her. Her lips are right there, and it'd be a crime to leave them unattended. I attend to them quite thoroughly, and her pussy attends to my dick, and my hands take over her tits, and oh lord, it feels good when her hands rubs down my abs, or tug at my hair.
It's quickly becoming impossible to hold back, and my reasons for holding back were shaky to begin with. We're grinding closer, kissing and biting with greater want, greater desperation. Sometime during our frenzy, we rolled onto the floor and she kicked off her pajamas… or maybe I tore them off, who knows.
Oh, she's wet, and my fingers never want to leave this soft heat.
I'm sucking at her tits and humping her like a madman, but she's making these noises and grunts and her eyes are glazed with unmistakable pleasure. I can't stop, and truth to tell, she won't let me. She jerks and thrashes against me, and the most beautiful expression of agony and ecstasy spreads over her face.
Her eyes find mine, and I'm breathless.
"Bed," she pants, and it's the most beautiful word in any freaking dictionary anywhere.