As if you could fight me off…
I looked in the mirror at myself, and half-smiled. I was grateful to Nikki for curling my hair so perfectly, and I vowed not to let it get messed up before we went out tonight. My pink-and usually I wouldn't even be wearing pink-strapless dress fit perfectly around me, and the bottom half of my dress flowed freely, and perfectly.
I even had pink high heels on for tonight, and I had to admit that I absolutely loved these shoes. They were high heels, but there was just something about them. I smiled as I took in my silver necklace. It was silver, and had a pink heart in the middle of the larger heart, with pink diamantes going around it, in a heart shaped.
Robert had brought me this when I came out of hospital for tonight, as well as the silver ring. It had a square cut diamond in the middle of it, and Nikki had brought me the dress, and heels, as I didn't want him to spend too much. In fact; I demanded that Robert didn't spend any more than he had to.
He had promised me that he hadn't spent too much on me, and that was the only reason for me accepting the gifts from him, and wearing them tonight.
If I had thought that he had spent over a hundred pounds on me, then I would have told him to take them back. Because I was funny with things like that; and I didn't appreciate Rob spending a lot on me. Because I already had him, and what more did I need?
I was lucky to have someone so beautiful, so understanding, so caring, so loving, and so…just genially perfect. Although, I should be admitting this out-loud, to him because; strangely enough, he didn't have a big enough head.
He thought he was too 'funny looking', too selfish, too annoyingly talkative, too stubborn; and all the bad things that I could list, but would take all night. I would laugh, if he wasn't actually serious about it. He really didn't see himself in a true light.
My smile got bigger as I felt his lips on the back of my neck. Already; my heart started to beat erratically in my chest in response to his touch, and I got all these tingling butterflies in my chest in response to his touch.
His hands snaked perfectly around my waist, and I couldn't help but reach out, and take his hands in mine. He always had such pleasantly warm hands, and they were always so amazingly soft. I liked the way that they felt underneath mine, entwining together with my fingers.
He groaned in delight as his lips came into contact with the front of my neck. His hands dipped lower, and they trailed the trim of my dress-our fingers still entwined-as he cheekily began to lift my dress. I was prepared to stop him, just…in a minute or two.
''You're skin always so smells so delicious.'' He complimented me, as he groaned again in complete happiness. ''You always smell delicious.'' He added, as his hands loosened from mine, and run underneath my dress.
I shivered in delight, unable to stop him yet. I should be able to be strong enough, to stop him before he got carried away, just before we went out for the night; because it usually meant us staying in, and doing…this.
His hands were instantly out from underneath my dress thankfully, and he pushed me back, after turning me around roughly, and into the back of the dressing table. I groaned, as soon as his body found mine, unable to really help myself.
''So much for going out,'' his rough voice echoed my thoughts, before his lips found mine instantly after he spoke; not giving me a chance to reply, even if I had actually wanted to; which in this case; I didn't want to, because this was a much better idea for something to do.
So I kept silent, and kissed him back with the same urgency that he was using with me, and tightened my hold on the back of his glorious, messed-up hair. And tonight, it truly was messed up; because Rob had been so nervous about going out together for the first actual time, with everyone; our friends, and that, that he had kept pulling on his hair, out of embarrassment and nervousness, and habit.
And as soon as his eager hands had lifted me onto my wooden dressing table, my legs were around his hips; all control completely lost. I wanted him, and I wanted him now. Fuck going out; that could wait, until later. It was his fault.
Well…his fault, and my fault too, for my impatient, teenage hormones, but mostly his fault; because he had lifted me into the dressing table in the first place. He had taken it too far, and now he was going to pay…or I was, I wasn't sure who at the minute.
My hands had already begun to undo his black shirt buttons, before I even knew what I was doing. I carried on; eager to get to that dazzling chest of his. As soon as I had undone his shirt buttons, my hands were there on his chest, looking quite limp as this kiss began to get out of control.
His own hands released my waist, now that he was sure that I wouldn't be falling off the wooden table, and they sneakily found their way back to the inside of my dress, and up my thighs. I sighed into the kiss, knowing that I should be stopping him, but not really wanting to.
Clubbing could wait; I was sure that Tasha would understand if I explained…well actually, if I told her the truth, I would probably just get this;
''Tut-tut, what are you two like?'' with a roll of her head, and a giggle, that told me that she really was happy for me.
His hands pushed aside my panties, and found the spot that I liked so much. And I couldn't help but thrust to him, just a little bit. He grinned, and he pulled his face away from mine, as he began to thrust his eager fingers in and out.
I watched-pouting a little-as his face moved away, but then I couldn't help but groan a little bit, as his face came down onto my neck, and kissed the edge of it, making me shudder in delight. He had no idea about the effect he had on me.
I moaned, as he picked up the pace with his beautiful, long fingers, and as he did; he bit down hard on my neck, causing me to hiss in both pleasure and pain. God, he had some teeth on him. My hand automatically went to his hair, and tightened in response to his biting of my neck.
I felt a small amount of blood-not too much though-slip past my small cut from where he had bit down so hard.
He moaned and pulled me away from the table and into his arms, where he carried me to the bed. I watched as he started to undo his belt pleased. This was definitely going to be worth missing dinner for…
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So everything seems fine….for the minute :)